The cockiness in his words aroused me, but I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. He wasn’t the kind of man who would want a relationship with me.
“What am I to you?” I asked after a moment of silence. “Because I doubt it’s more than sex.”
Soft laughter left his lips as he looked away from me. “I don’t do relationships, Becca. I’m not sunshine and roses, and that isn’t what you need anyways.”
“What do I need?” Shock filled me as I found myself taken aback by his comment. We’d had a wonderful time, and he just had to mess it up. “How do you know what I need, James?”
“Because I do,” he said, his eyes watching me intently as I pulled my arm from his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy this.”
The smug attitude rolling off of him was irritating, and I couldn’t understand how one moment he was affectionate and amazing. Then the next, he was acting like this.
“Look,” I sighed with a smile. “This was great, and the sex was amazing, but this won’t happen again. I’m not a toy you can play with, and you and I both know that all you want is a girl to f*ck. I’m not that girl, but thanks for tonight.”
Turning on my feet, I stormed off from the living room, leaving him there to stew in his own thoughts. I couldn’t believe he had acted the way he did, and even if I wanted to f*ck him again-I wouldn’t.
Not after his comment.
My chest hurt, realizing I had allowed myself to do something like that, and with him, of all people. No matter how sexy and amazing he had been, I couldn’t allow myself to fall for a guy who was unattainable.
After a few more weeks here, I would be back at Yale getting ready to finish my last year.
That’s what I needed to focus on.
James.
The softness of her skin beneath my fingers was a feeling I couldn’t get rid of. Becca had been so compliant, and the way her body reacted to the pleasure I created in her was addicting. Everything about her was addicting.
I knew it was wrong to think of her in this way, but I couldn’t shake it.
From her pouty lips to the heart-shaped curve of her ass… I wanted it all.
“Mr. Valentino, did you finish signing the Jay Bird reports?” Evette asked from my doorway, pulling me from my thoughts as I cleared my throat and nodded.
“Yes, they are around here somewhere.”
Shuffling through the vast sea of work piling up on my desk, I grabbed the papers she was asking for and held them out. Evette’s eyes gazed over me with confusion as she took them and exited the room.
Could she tell I was wound up as well?
The flashing light on my phone signaled a notification, and picking it up, I saw Tally’s name in bold lettering appear, bringing a smile to my face.
‘Going shopping for a birthday gift for Mom. Might be home late.’
It warmed my heart to know that she still had a good relationship with her mother, even though the woman was crazier than hell. If Tally was out shopping, it meant Becca was with her more than likely, and I wouldn’t be able to see Becca alone.
I wanted to spend more time with her. Which didn’t make sense at all.
I wasn’t the type of man to get attached to a woman. It just wasn’t possible, and yet, here I was slowly going mad over the prospect that I wouldn’t see this girl tonight.
Thinking it all over, I tried to come up with something that would benefit all of us. I knew Becca wasn’t fond of the idea of Tally finding out about our little escapade, but I was caring less and less each day if she did.
The thought of Becca submitting to me on her knees with my cock in her mouth made me groan with excitement, because it was just what I wanted to soothe the turmoil I was currently in.
Picking up my phone, an idea flashed into my mind. With a mischievous smile, I texted Tally an idea I knew, for a fact, she would be excited about.
‘Do you and some friends want to go out on the yacht this weekend and head to the Keys? You can camp on the beach like you used to do in high school.’
After sending the message, I waited, and not even a moment went by before her reply came through.
‘OMG! Seriously?’
‘Yes, seriously. It’s tradition, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, and it’s been too long. I will message everyone now. When are we leaving?’ she asked after a moment of silence. And that was something I hadn’t even considered.
When were we leaving? It was already Thursday.
‘Tomorrow, around noon,’ I texted after a moment’s hesitation. It wouldn’t give me much time to get things ready, but I was looking forward to spending more time with the girls… especially Becca.
‘That doesn’t give me much time to get the boat ready. I need the cabin key to stock the bar, and I’m so far away from your work right now.’
I was well aware of what she was talking about, and that was exactly what I was hoping she would point out. My little vixen from last night was avoiding my texts and even avoided me this morning, and I didn’t like it.
‘Why don’t you have Becca come get the key from me at my office? I’m sure she remembers how to get here. Even if it’s been a few years.’
A Cheshire smile crossed my face as I watched the three bubbles of our chat pop up as she typed away at her response.
‘Daddy! You’re a genius! I will tell her to come get it. Thank you!!’
She wasn’t lying. I was a genius, or at least I thought I was, and with a smug smile crossing my lips, I adjusted my jacket and waited.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.