Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Mom would be in bed this time of night so I’ll have to save that confrontation for another time, but I felt ten times lighter already. I was smiling like an ass by the time I made it back to my place in the city.
I looked around my bachelor pad for what I knew was one of the last times. I’ll let my new wife redecorate however she saw fit, but maybe she’d prefer the house in Buckhead. Then again she might prefer New York. Central Park West is beautiful in the winter which wasn’t too far off.
It had been a while since I’d been to the family estate. I always thought the place was too big for one person, but it was tradition for the home to be passed down to the eldest son.
Mom was more than welcome to stay there if she wished, but she’d chosen to live in the city where she was closer to her friends and the theater, shopping; all the things she enjoyed now that her husband of so many years was gone.
Now I can imagine taking Alana there, raising our children there together on the grounds where I’d once ran and played as a very carefree youth. I was getting way ahead of myself I knew, but I only seemed to have one speed when it came to her.
The following night I was back at the restaurant after spending a very miserable day. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I’d called mom and told her the wedding was off because I didn’t want that standing in my way any longer and wasn’t willing to wait for her to fit me into her busy schedule.
Of course she’d made a fuss as I’d expected her to, but in the end I’d stood my ground which is something she was accustomed to anyway.
I didn’t tell her about Alana, or the fact that I’d seen Brittany with someone else, I didn’t care quite frankly. I left it to mom to tell her that the shit was off. I had nothing to say to her. I hate being played for a fool.
She was there as I knew she would be. My eyes searched her out as soon as I walked in the door. I asked the hostess to seat me in her station again tonight and waited for the fireworks.
I wonder what sassy thing she’d say to me tonight because I plan to look at her ass again. I’d dreamt about getting my hands and dick on her all night until I woke up this morning with wet sheets. That shit hasn’t happened since I was fourteen.
I had no choice but to rub one out in the shower since it would’ve been hard to get through the day any other way. Her face was behind my closed eyes as I moved my hand over my cock until I sprayed the bathroom wall.
Now I was back and she looked even better than I remembered. Did she do that for me? I could see that she’d added a little makeup to her face. Last night all she’d worn was gloss. I’ll have to tell her she didn’t need that mess on her face, she was perfection without it.
“Good evening lady Alana.” How is she so beautiful? I can already see our daughters with that same beautiful face, those bright eyes and that cute little nose. “You here to stare at my ass again?”
“Are you always this rude to the customers?”
“Only the ones who stare at my ass like it’s on the menu.” Must she be so adorable? We played tit for tat until I gave her my order and settled in to enjoy the evening.
I was in the middle of my Insalata Nona when I noticed her slipping out the door. I didn’t think, just dropped my napkin on the table and followed after her.
Alana
Why am I letting this guy get to me? Last night when I’d gone home I’d done the stupidest thing I could’ve. I looked him up online and binge read any and everything I could get my eyes on.
He was successful, handsome, and taken. And I was afraid I’d gone and let myself become attracted to him. There wasn’t much written about his engagement, but one write-up was enough to tell the story wasn’t it? And of course she was drop dead gorgeous.
Who else would a man like him be getting married to? She was probably loaded just like he is but I didn’t read enough to find out. Instead I’d spent most of the night staring at his face and wondering what it was about him that was making me so itchy.
It’s not like he was the first guy to stare at my ass. He hadn’t of course, but not a day goes by that I don’t get propositioned. So why was I so hung up on this guy?