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?
There’s no way anything can come of this. And not just for the reasons I thought. It wasn’t about us being such opposites, or his wealth or any of that. But that didn’t help either.
It was also about the bet I was about to lose. The fact that my future was going to take me away from the city and him. Back to Ohio where the dreaded family business awaited.
By afternoon after battling the memories of our sweetest times together, and questioning myself up one side and down the other, I finally held my breath and did what needed to be done. My fingers weren’t the only things shaking as I typed the words.
“I thought I could be this person, but I’m not. I can’t have a physical relationship without feelings, without commitment. I thought it would be the best of both worlds. I can get to enjoy this with you, this amazing lover with no strings attached because there’s no way in hell that you’d ever fall for me, but it’s not.”
“So it is for this reason that I have to call things off between us. I had a wonderful time and it was a pleasure getting to know you. I wish you all the best. Stephanie.”
I felt like such a coward ending things this way, with a text. I never thought I’d be that girl and to anyone who’s ever done this shit to someone who really loved them. You’re an asshole.
But there was no love between the two of us was there? We were just two fuck buddies for a while in a city full of others who were doing the same thing.
I felt better after I sent it. For five seconds. Then I broke out in a cold sweat and had to damn near put my eye out with my breast when I tried to put my head between my knees, or something close to it. And then there were the stupid tears…
Jonas
I should send her some flowers. I’d been very rough on her this weekend not taking care of her the way I should. This morning I’d seen the marks I’d left all over her body, some of them looked like they hurt.
Not only that, but I’d had to rub cream into her pussy more than once since our trip to the island because I’d fucked her too hard. I’d even fucked deeper into her ass when I hadn’t planned to do that for a while yet.
I felt my phone go off in my pocket and grinned when I saw it was her number. I’ve been doing that a lot lately too. Grinning, smiling, being truly happy about something that didn’t involve business.
And then I read what she sent me and my blood pressure went through the roof. For the first time since my youth I did something rash. I stormed out of my office without giving any thought to the meetings that were lined up for the rest of the afternoon. By the time I got down to the waiting limo that I’d called for on my way down, I was ready to commit murder.
STEPHANIE
“Dad? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming for a few days yet.” I was happy to see him, but did he have to show up on the heels of me sending that text?
I guess it didn’t really matter anyway since Jonas hadn’t even responded, so it made no difference that I now regretted my hastiness. He was probably happy to be rid of me. And so easily too.
I’d been sitting here feeling sorry for myself when dad walked through the door. “Hello little dove, I know I said I’d be here later but I wanted to surprise you.” I walked around the desk for my hug and the kiss to my forehead that was always his fatherly greeting.
It felt good to be hugged by someone who loved me. “I missed you daddy.” I had to fight back the tears that threatened as he wrapped me up tight and kissed my head again. “What is it love? What’s hurting you?” How could I forget that he sees everything where mom and I are concerned?
“It’s nothing daddy I promise.” The tears had finally escaped and were running freely down my cheeks. He held me away from him but instead of prying, just wiped my face with his thumbs.
“Okay then, get your purse. Old dad’s going to take his little dove out to lunch. And don’t even think about telling me no.” I couldn’t eat a lettuce leaf right now, but I know it was a waste of time to argue.
So I let him lead me downstairs and out to the waiting car. I didn’t even notice the other car pulling in. I was so miserable I didn’t even feel the warmth of the sun.
“I think your nothing just arrived.”
“What?” I looked around just as Jonas reached us and snatched my hand from dad’s. I was too shocked to respond even when he started dragging me away.
Dad for what must be the first time in his life didn’t interfere. Just stood there with this half smile on his face. What the hell was that about?
“Who the fuck is that old man? Are you fucking kidding me?” My mind finally cleared enough for me to realize what danger I was in from the fire breathing dragon.
“That…” Before I could get the words out dad was there tapping Jonas on the shoulder.
“You must be Sutton. Hello son, the name’s George Sellers, her father.”
“Her father? So that’s why I couldn’t find anything on her under the name Parsons, you’ve been protecting her.”
“So you recognize my name I see.”
“Of course.”
Hello? Lady on the brink of a heart attack here. Those two started talking like long lost friends. Rich people, ugh. Then I heard. “If you’ll excuse us, I have something to discuss with your daughter. This might take a while, why don’t we plan to meet for dinner later, I’ll have my secretary make the reservations.”
“That sounds fine, as long as my kid is in one piece when you’re done having this conversation.
“Maybe, I’m not making any promises. Get in the car you.”
Just what the hell is going on? Was dad whistling when he walked back to his car? I didn’t have long to think about that because as soon as the door closed behind us I found myself once again faced with a wild man.
“Did I hurt you is that it?”
“What do you mean?” There was no escaping his anger locked away in the back of the car as I was.
“When we fucked, did…I…hurt you? Is that why you sent me this?” He held up the phone with the dreaded text.
“No, that’s not…”
“Pick your head up and look at me you infuriating female.”
“Why are you so angry? Isn’t that what you wanted? To be rid of me? This way you didn’t have to do the dirty work yourself.”
“When did I ever say that to you?”
“You don’t have to say it, your mom made it abundantly clear.”
“My mother does not make my decisions for me no matter how she may think so.”
“Still, there’s no point in prolonging this…this…relationship, because we both know it’s not going anywhere.”