Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I was more upset for Stephanie than myself. That anyone, including my mother, would think that they have the right to judge her like that. It was beyond upsetting.
“Come, we’re leaving.” I took Stephanie’s hand in mine and left. We hadn’t been there an hour.
“Is something wrong?” I knew she wasn’t that blind, that she saw the same thing I did.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what just happened back there.”
“I don’t think you should walk out on your…”
“Should I leave you there feeling uncomfortable while I get reacquainted with my friends? What the hell do you take me for?”
I opened the door of my Drop top Mercedes convertible and seated her before walking around to the driver’s side. Mom came out on the steps but didn’t do anything as crass as calling me back. She had to save face after all, seeing as I’d just committed a faux pas.
STEPHANIE
If he only knew how hard I was trying not to cry. Those people in that room hadn’t even tried to hide their disdain, and when he’d left to go after his mom, I’d never felt so alone, so exposed before in my life.
I realized in the midst of all that, that even though being with him was the happiest I’ve felt in my life, that at the end of the day, I’m just the girl that he bought and fucked in the same night.
Whatever reasons his mom had for pulling this stunt, she was only doing it for her son. She may have gone about it the wrong way, embarrassing her son in the process. But what mother doesn’t want what’s best for her son?
He was so sweet, he held my hand all the way back to the city which took a good hour and a half. We didn’t talk much, I guess he was thinking of what had happened and what it was that his mother had said to have him dragging me out of there so soon after we arrived.
I guess I should feel proud that he’d thought of me in this situation. That he was more concerned about my feelings than his mother’s in this instance where it was warranted. He’s a real man. Something I haven’t had much experience with.
He was a maniac when we got back to his place. For once he forgot to be careful with me and it was the most amazing thing. His hands were rough when they twisted and turned me into whichever position he wanted to take me in.
And he fucked me harder than he ever did. “Sorry, I’m sorry, does it hurt?” I just shook my head no which was all the answer he needed to continue pounding me into the mattress with that sledge hammer of a cock.
By the time he rolled away from me in the early morning hours, we were both spent, sweaty and in my case, covered from my neck to between my thighs in love bites. I fell asleep with his arm around me and his chest pressed firmly against my back.
My dreams that night were filled with his mother’s disappointing face and when I woke the next day, it still lingered. Not for long though, because he woke not long after I did and with a sultry ‘good morning’ rolled me to my back and slid right in. I’m going to miss this.
I guess he wasn’t all the way over his mad because all that day he kept me in bed and with the same forcefulness he’d shown the night before, took me to new heights.
I didn’t have to go home this time since I’d packed a suit for work. He didn’t know it, but I was already saying goodbye when we woke up Monday morning.
As he spoke about the coming week and what we were going to be doing, my heart bled for what I was about to do, but it was for the best. It’s like I’ve been telling myself all along, nothing will ever come of this.
So I kept a smile plastered on my face the whole morning as he poured me coffee and tried feeding me a fresh baked muffin before leaving the house.
He held my hand on the way down in the elevator and made me sit next to him in the limo. And once he dropped me off outside my design studio I was ready to rethink my decision.
I spent the whole morning locked away in my office not paying any attention to what I needed to do that day. I was nervous, afraid even to do what I knew all along I must.
He may be willing to put his mother’s feelings aside for now, but how long will that last? And do I really want to put him through all that for something that may not amount to anything more than a casual fling?