Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I grind my hard-on against her. “Because I want to take you back there and handle you with this.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” she asks, clearly teasing me. “You think that just telling me a hot story is going to be enough to get us back together again?”
I look at her inquisitively. “Again? Oh, we were together before?”
She slaps me on the chest. “You know what I mean. Back to what we were doing before.”
I’m about to retort when one of the cooks calls out again, “Order up! Table five!”
“Oh! That’s me!” Sadie says as she slithers out of my grasp and goes over to the two plates waiting for her. This time, she skips the tray and just takes one in each hand and heads for the door.
“You’re joking, right?” I ask as she brushes past me.
“Jake, I have to work!”
My dick is throbbing as she passes. She’s wearing yoga pants today, and her ass looks absolutely phenomenal.
“Yeah, I get that,” I reply. “But where does that leave us?”
Sadie stops at the door and turns back to me, a devilish smile on her lips. “I’ll let you know.”
28
Jake
My face is red, and my dick is hard as hell for the entire ride back to the house.
She’ll let me know?
She’s throwing my words right back in my face. But why? It’s not like I’ve done something to her that she needs to get back at me for. All I’ve done is be there for her. All I’ve done is show her that I care about her and am a man she can rely on.
I threw that creepy ex-husband of hers off her property and came to her to let her know about him too. I did crazy detective work to figure out she loved mint chocolate chip ice cream so I could make her night better after she had a bad night at work.
So where does she get off screwing around with me like this?
Part of me wants to make a few calls and just invite Violet Keith over to the house. If she wants to take this rule of hers seriously, then maybe she can see what her life is like when I’m not putting any energy into pursuing her.
I pull into my driveway feeling extremely heated. But I still can’t help myself when I step out.
I do a full security check of her property just to make sure Howard isn’t creeping around again like earlier. When I see no signs of him, I head inside.
The first thing I do is step out of my pants to relieve some of the pressure from my erection. Despite all the anger inside me, I still can’t help the raw sexual urges still flowing through me for that woman.
I grab a cold one from the fridge and take a seat on the couch. There’s still plenty of time left in the night to figure out something to do, so I pick up my phone and call Ryan.
“Aye, boss!” He answers on the first ring. I can hear by the tone of his voice that he’s already got a few drinks in him. “How’s it hanging?”
“You out with Logan?” I ask.
“Yeah, he’s here. Hey, Logan, say hi! It’s the boss-man!”
I hear Logan’s voice call out from the background, but wherever they are, it sounds loud.
“Where’s here?” I ask.
“Petey Pauly’s!” Ryan laughs. I know right away that I won’t be joining them. Petey Pauly’s is a hangout for college kids. Ryan probably coerced Logan into going out with him to try and hit on some college girls, but the whole atmosphere is basically a frat house party. And that’s the last place I want to be tonight.
“You coming to join us!?” he shouts. “There are some hotties here tonight!”
“Nah, I can’t,” I reply. “I just wanted to make sure you had gotten back to Jeff about that job with that married couple we have coming up.”
“We’re all set!” Ryan replies. “No sweat. But you sure you don’t wanna join us? Plenty of fresh pussy, boss!”
“I’m all set, Ryan. But good luck to you.”
I hang up before the conversation can progress and toss my phone aside.
I look at my beer and the television in front of me and growl. No, this isn’t going to do. I can’t just sit here like a slouch, waiting on that woman to call me. That’s beyond pathetic. I have to go and do something.
So I get up off the couch and quickly go change into my workout gear. My hard-on has gone down quite a bit, but I know a sure way to get rid of it.
I’ve set up the standing heavy bag in the garage, so I get to work on it. I don’t even bother wrapping my fists. It doesn’t take long before I’ve worked up a good sweat and am mostly deflated down there.