The Offer(18)

“Help me?” I say, just a bit too loudly. Ava stirs her head on my shoulder.

He takes a business card out of his wallet and hands it to me. “Call me. Tomorrow. And we’ll talk. I have a solution.” He looks at Ava’s sleeping body and then at me. “She has a good mum.” Then he walks down the hall and down the stairs.

He goes before I can thank him again.





CHAPTER FOUR


Bram





“Let me just wank off on your tits, babe,” I tell Astrid in a begging voice that I’m not too proud of.

She stares up at me, my cock in her hand, drool and precum at the corners of her wet lips. She’s too fucking gorgeous, even though that vapid stare of hers can be right creepy at times. I’m not keeping her around for her intelligence, that’s for sure. But considering how hard I’m trying to step away from my past, I hope for her sake she’s not into coke.

“Am I not good at sucking your dick?” she asks in a hurt little girl voice before wrapping her tongue around my throbbing head.

She is good. Bloody good. I have no doubts how she got that way either. Things I don’t want to think about, just like she’d rather not think about how my lips and tongue can get her coming faster than she can scream my name. But when I texted her this afternoon to come over and make me come, I was counting on fucking her on the floor. Or on the bed. Or anywhere, really.

But she’s got her period, and so, this will have to do. Now, I honestly don’t mind sex when a lady is on the rag. It’s messy and kind of hot. But she, like most girls, can’t fathom the idea. And it’s not like I’m not enjoying my BJ – again, she’s good. But the position, her on her knees, causes my mind to wander.

I don’t want it to do that. It’s been doing that a bit too much lately. About things I’ve tried to keep buried, things that keep surfacing in different ways.

Thankfully, I’m almost ready to come, so I pull out of her mouth and flip her around, pushing down on her shoulders so she’s on the ground. Then I stroke myself off and come all over her neck and shoulders, glad to have it over with.

“You’re a bit rough,” she says with a breathy giggle.

Why does everything have to be so fucking funny?

“Only because you love it,” I tell her. She pretty much loves everything I do and I think it’s for more reasons than just what I can do in bed. Money speaks louder than a lot of things. “Stay put.”

I go and get a dishtowel from the kitchen and quickly wipe the cum off her back. I wonder what’s the easiest way to get rid of her. In hindsight I shouldn’t have even invited her over but I needed something to get my mind off of Nicola.

The thing is, when I give a girl my phone number, I expect her to call me. They always do. And I wasn’t even giving it her on the pretence of fucking her or anything like that. I genuinely can help her out. I want to. And she needs it. It’s rare that I have all three of those.

But it’s two in the afternoon and she hasn’t called. Wasn’t she curious? Isn’t she desperate?

Does she really hate me that much?

I can tell when women “hate” me. You know, as a precursor to getting naked, a fun way to make our interactions more exciting. And then there’s women who hate me, as in they wish I would die. I’ve gotten that impression from Nicola ever since I first met her at a bar early last year, right after I moved here. At the time I would have just blamed it on her being an uptight snob, but she was so nice to everyone else and so snide with me, that I couldn’t help but take it personally. And, of course, be challenged by it.

It’s bothered me ever since. I saw her twice more after that and it was the same. The cold nod, the death glare, like I had wronged her in a past life. When I saw her at my brother’s wedding, I thought maybe she’d come around. I kissed her when I shouldn’t have, but I just had to see. And for a split second I thought maybe I could win her over. I saw something in her eyes that was wild and free and I just wanted to let it loose like that damn tight-arse hairdo she had going on.

That didn’t happen. My dick got the better of me.

Now I think she really hates my guts. I’m pretty sure she saw me take that chick into the bushes and I’m pretty sure I pissed her off to a point she’ll never come back from.

Still, when I said last night that I could help her, I wasn’t just trying to make her like me, to make up for past misdoings. All right, maybe that last part a wee bit but really I’m coming from a good place.

But if she doesn’t call me, she won’t ever see that. Now I’ve got Astrid naked from the waist up and on the floor of my apartment, wiping the remains of my cum off of her and I don’t know how to get her out the door.