spirited. I’m feeling much better being back on English soil. I have energy to spare, so I tell Marcus not to hold back.
When he hears that, his hands, tongue and lips are everywhere on my body. He tongues my clit and brings me to a strong and throbbing orgasm. I lick and suck on him and, before he comes, he signals me to stop. He enters me and we finish, bringing each other to hot orgasms that send heat curling through every inch of our bodies. We sleep.
The next day, he tells me he needs to meet with a potential new client. “Once I’m done, I’ll pick you up and we’ll go eat out, then we’ll stay at my place,” he promises.
I drive to the studio and practice with the band. It’s a good session - now that I have more energy and I’m not feeling sick all the time, I’m feeling back to normal. Marcus picks me up and we go to a wonderful Mediterranean restaurant, Ali Baba’s, where I order a chicken kebab, a Greek salad and their rice. Marcus orders a huge gyro with a salad.
“I talked to my mum and we’re set to go to their place this Friday,” I tell him.
“Good. I want to meet them. I know your dad will be upset with me, so I want to let him know just how much I love you and want to be your husband.”
After we take a slow after-dinner walk, we drive to Marcus’ flat. I’m surprised when I see a flashy, nubile young woman walk into his small front yard.
The other woman gives Marcus a flirtatious smile and, as he gets out of his car, she runs her fingers up his chest. I’m stunned. I see him take her hand and push it away from him. Because he’s outside his car, I don’t see his expression. I get out of the car and loop my purse strap over my shoulder.
“I’ve told you…I am not interested in you in that way!” he says.
The young woman gives him what she thinks is a winsome pout - she actually looks like she has duck lips when she does that. I know - I’m being uncharitable and all that, but he’s my fiance.
“Marcus, who’s the young…woman?” I ask him sweetly.
“My neighbor. Now that she knows I’m back in England, she’s trying to get my attention. Lisa, this is my fiancee, Johanna Williams.”
“Oh, well she’s only your fiancee because she’s knocked up with your kid,” says Lisa crudely.
I stop on my side of the car. Marcus steps around Lisa and comes to my side. His eyes are communicating something to me. I want to be angry, go home and throw things, but first, I need to read his message.
“Johanna, you have nothing at all to worry about. Lisa is nothing to me. She’s never been significant to me.”
I give him a look that asks “Why does she think she has a shot at you?”
As he reads the question in my eyes, Marcus takes my arm and draws me close to him. “Lisa, I fell in love with Johanna several months ago. I’ve asked her to marry me. My message to you today is just the same as it was five months ago - I am not interested in you. I will never be interested in you, so your efforts are wasted on me. Go now, please.”
Hearing this, I relax and lean against Marcus with a smile.
“No, you just knocked her up and you’re feeling guilty!” Lisa shouts.
“Lisa, if you don’t go, I’ll call the police. You have five seconds,” says Marcus, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket.
Lisa, seeing Marcus following through on his words, clamps her mouth shut tightly. She turns on her stiletto heels and attempts to march out of Marcus’ lawn, but the heels sink into the soft ground. Instead, she wobbles and stumbles and I am hard-pressed not to break out into rude, loud laughter.
Marcus retrieves my overnight bag and walks into his flat with me. Inside, he closes his blinds, looking for any sign of Lisa.
“So, how long has she had the hots for you?” I ask him.
“One year. And I’ve told her every time that I’m not interested in her, at all. She tries every so often. Johanna, she’s the personification of insanity - trying to do the same thing
When he hears that, his hands, tongue and lips are everywhere on my body. He tongues my clit and brings me to a strong and throbbing orgasm. I lick and suck on him and, before he comes, he signals me to stop. He enters me and we finish, bringing each other to hot orgasms that send heat curling through every inch of our bodies. We sleep.
The next day, he tells me he needs to meet with a potential new client. “Once I’m done, I’ll pick you up and we’ll go eat out, then we’ll stay at my place,” he promises.
I drive to the studio and practice with the band. It’s a good session - now that I have more energy and I’m not feeling sick all the time, I’m feeling back to normal. Marcus picks me up and we go to a wonderful Mediterranean restaurant, Ali Baba’s, where I order a chicken kebab, a Greek salad and their rice. Marcus orders a huge gyro with a salad.
“I talked to my mum and we’re set to go to their place this Friday,” I tell him.
“Good. I want to meet them. I know your dad will be upset with me, so I want to let him know just how much I love you and want to be your husband.”
After we take a slow after-dinner walk, we drive to Marcus’ flat. I’m surprised when I see a flashy, nubile young woman walk into his small front yard.
The other woman gives Marcus a flirtatious smile and, as he gets out of his car, she runs her fingers up his chest. I’m stunned. I see him take her hand and push it away from him. Because he’s outside his car, I don’t see his expression. I get out of the car and loop my purse strap over my shoulder.
“I’ve told you…I am not interested in you in that way!” he says.
The young woman gives him what she thinks is a winsome pout - she actually looks like she has duck lips when she does that. I know - I’m being uncharitable and all that, but he’s my fiance.
“Marcus, who’s the young…woman?” I ask him sweetly.
“My neighbor. Now that she knows I’m back in England, she’s trying to get my attention. Lisa, this is my fiancee, Johanna Williams.”
“Oh, well she’s only your fiancee because she’s knocked up with your kid,” says Lisa crudely.
I stop on my side of the car. Marcus steps around Lisa and comes to my side. His eyes are communicating something to me. I want to be angry, go home and throw things, but first, I need to read his message.
“Johanna, you have nothing at all to worry about. Lisa is nothing to me. She’s never been significant to me.”
I give him a look that asks “Why does she think she has a shot at you?”
As he reads the question in my eyes, Marcus takes my arm and draws me close to him. “Lisa, I fell in love with Johanna several months ago. I’ve asked her to marry me. My message to you today is just the same as it was five months ago - I am not interested in you. I will never be interested in you, so your efforts are wasted on me. Go now, please.”
Hearing this, I relax and lean against Marcus with a smile.
“No, you just knocked her up and you’re feeling guilty!” Lisa shouts.
“Lisa, if you don’t go, I’ll call the police. You have five seconds,” says Marcus, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket.
Lisa, seeing Marcus following through on his words, clamps her mouth shut tightly. She turns on her stiletto heels and attempts to march out of Marcus’ lawn, but the heels sink into the soft ground. Instead, she wobbles and stumbles and I am hard-pressed not to break out into rude, loud laughter.
Marcus retrieves my overnight bag and walks into his flat with me. Inside, he closes his blinds, looking for any sign of Lisa.
“So, how long has she had the hots for you?” I ask him.
“One year. And I’ve told her every time that I’m not interested in her, at all. She tries every so often. Johanna, she’s the personification of insanity - trying to do the same thing
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