handsome
enough, and built fairly well. Shit! My gut tightens when he hugs her and
kisses her on the cheek.
Who is he? A sugar daddy? The man’s old enough to be her father.
He’s got at least twenty years on her.
What am I then? A plaything. Just a young cock that rises to the
occasion at the sight of a smile. One that isn’t approaching an age in need of
Viagra. Does she fuck the rich dude when he calls and he pays for toys, like
her Audi, and she intends to keep me around for fun? Too bad I’m not rich or
she could have it all.
I know I’m jumping to ugly conclusions but those two are certainly
cozy. I can’t see Ellen’s face, but this Scott has hugged her, kissed her on
the cheek, pulled her close, rubbed her arms, put an arm around her shoulders,
kissed the top of her head, speaks close to her face and then he takes
something from his pocket and hands it to her before leaving. Ellen walks to
the steps and sinks down. She isn’t even looking around, but she doesn’t seem
very happy.
Maybe it’s a guilty conscience.
Do I go to her or wait?
“I’d rather wait,” I mutter to myself, and head back to the
street.
Instead of going back to the apartment, since I really don’t want
to have the confrontation in the place where I nearly lost my heart to her, and
because I figure she’ll catch up to me, I sit on a bench. If she exits the way
she came in, she’ll see me.
It’s about another fifteen minutes before I see her and her eyes
widen when she spots me.
After her initial shock, she walks over and a number of emotions
cross her face: concern, worry, suspicion. It’s like she working it out in her
head and wondering if this is just a coincidence or did I know where she was?
I stand when she gets closer. “Who was that?”
“Did you follow me?” She seems affronted. Hell, she’s the one that
left the bed to go see another guy. I’m the one who should be pissed. I just
stare at her, waiting for an answer.
“A lawyer.”
“Do you always meet him outside? Doesn’t he have an office?
“It’s too far away and he needed to meet with me.”
She’s lying to me. Her pupils dilated just slightly and she
glanced away.
“Okay, so what was so urgent?”
“Just unexpected issues came up because of my grandparent’s
estate. It’s been a problem since the beginning.” She stomps away from me,
stopping only because there isn’t a walk signal.
“Can’t your parents deal with it?”
“Yeah, if they hadn’t been written out of it.” She glances at me
from the corner of her eye. “Not exactly written out. They were each left one
dollar.”
“They cut your parents out?” That’s cold and harsh.
“It’s a long story.” She blows out a breath.
“So, tell me.”
“No. I don’t want to talk about it.” She wheels around, facing
me, piercing me with a glare. “Why did you follow me?”
“I heard you on the phone and then you were all jittery in the
kitchen. After last night, I thought we had something. But hell, you couldn’t
stand for me to kiss you this morning.”
And, thinking back, that’s what did it. You don’t fuck someone all
night and then hardly be able to meet their eyes the next day and not let them
kiss you. The woman I thought I was falling in love with is a fucking liar. I
should have known she was too perfect to be true.
“You don’t trust me?” She nearly screeches.
“How can I when you’re clearly holding something back?”
“It’s nothing,” she insists.
“Are you sleeping with him?”
Her eyes go wide and before I can react she slaps me across the
face. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
I’d take offense to being slapped, and being called names, but she
just showed me how defensive she really is. “I’ve been called worse.”
The walk signal comes on and she starts crossing the street and I
hurry after her.
“You’re not who I thought you were,” she says when we reach the
other side.
“Apparently, neither
enough, and built fairly well. Shit! My gut tightens when he hugs her and
kisses her on the cheek.
Who is he? A sugar daddy? The man’s old enough to be her father.
He’s got at least twenty years on her.
What am I then? A plaything. Just a young cock that rises to the
occasion at the sight of a smile. One that isn’t approaching an age in need of
Viagra. Does she fuck the rich dude when he calls and he pays for toys, like
her Audi, and she intends to keep me around for fun? Too bad I’m not rich or
she could have it all.
I know I’m jumping to ugly conclusions but those two are certainly
cozy. I can’t see Ellen’s face, but this Scott has hugged her, kissed her on
the cheek, pulled her close, rubbed her arms, put an arm around her shoulders,
kissed the top of her head, speaks close to her face and then he takes
something from his pocket and hands it to her before leaving. Ellen walks to
the steps and sinks down. She isn’t even looking around, but she doesn’t seem
very happy.
Maybe it’s a guilty conscience.
Do I go to her or wait?
“I’d rather wait,” I mutter to myself, and head back to the
street.
Instead of going back to the apartment, since I really don’t want
to have the confrontation in the place where I nearly lost my heart to her, and
because I figure she’ll catch up to me, I sit on a bench. If she exits the way
she came in, she’ll see me.
It’s about another fifteen minutes before I see her and her eyes
widen when she spots me.
After her initial shock, she walks over and a number of emotions
cross her face: concern, worry, suspicion. It’s like she working it out in her
head and wondering if this is just a coincidence or did I know where she was?
I stand when she gets closer. “Who was that?”
“Did you follow me?” She seems affronted. Hell, she’s the one that
left the bed to go see another guy. I’m the one who should be pissed. I just
stare at her, waiting for an answer.
“A lawyer.”
“Do you always meet him outside? Doesn’t he have an office?
“It’s too far away and he needed to meet with me.”
She’s lying to me. Her pupils dilated just slightly and she
glanced away.
“Okay, so what was so urgent?”
“Just unexpected issues came up because of my grandparent’s
estate. It’s been a problem since the beginning.” She stomps away from me,
stopping only because there isn’t a walk signal.
“Can’t your parents deal with it?”
“Yeah, if they hadn’t been written out of it.” She glances at me
from the corner of her eye. “Not exactly written out. They were each left one
dollar.”
“They cut your parents out?” That’s cold and harsh.
“It’s a long story.” She blows out a breath.
“So, tell me.”
“No. I don’t want to talk about it.” She wheels around, facing
me, piercing me with a glare. “Why did you follow me?”
“I heard you on the phone and then you were all jittery in the
kitchen. After last night, I thought we had something. But hell, you couldn’t
stand for me to kiss you this morning.”
And, thinking back, that’s what did it. You don’t fuck someone all
night and then hardly be able to meet their eyes the next day and not let them
kiss you. The woman I thought I was falling in love with is a fucking liar. I
should have known she was too perfect to be true.
“You don’t trust me?” She nearly screeches.
“How can I when you’re clearly holding something back?”
“It’s nothing,” she insists.
“Are you sleeping with him?”
Her eyes go wide and before I can react she slaps me across the
face. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
I’d take offense to being slapped, and being called names, but she
just showed me how defensive she really is. “I’ve been called worse.”
The walk signal comes on and she starts crossing the street and I
hurry after her.
“You’re not who I thought you were,” she says when we reach the
other side.
“Apparently, neither
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