inside of me when I turn away from her, so I face her one last time, gently pushing a strand of hair away from her pink cheek and leaning in to brush my lips against hers. The kiss is small but electrifying, surprising even me with my own tenderness. Whoa, what the hell was that?
Falyn’s in a daze, and I finally get my ass out the door before anything else transpires.
* * *
F uck . Fuck, fuck, fuck .
It shouldn’t be this hard to sleep in my goddamn bed. This is my bed! Why the hell can’t I get any sleep?
I add two more pillows to the mix, and even spooning them doesn’t seem to help my restlessness. This isn’t good. This is in fact, very bad.
I groan into my pillow, a realization of what’s going on hitting me square in the face. I can’t comfortably sleep by myself anymore—these pillows can’t possibly compare to Falyn’s soft body. She’s ruined me for good.
* * *
I think I hear the sound of Falyn’s soft snoring, but when it gets louder and louder and finally breaks into a jazz chorus, I know I’m wrong. Two alarms and three text messages later and I’m up scratching at the ridiculous jungle growing on my face. I haven’t looked in the mirror lately, but I know that I’m somewhere in that weird spot between sexy stubble and full-on hipster beard. The skin buried underneath is crying out for me to clean myself up and get rid of the Grizzly Addams thing I’ve got going on.
I stumble my way into the bathroom and groan in sweet relief before flushing the toilet and washing my hands. The phone goes off in the bedroom again and I roll my eyes, wondering who the hell is calling me at… what time is it again?
The clock on my wall is too blurry for me to see just yet, but I curse when I see Sam’s face on my phone. I haven’t read her texts yet but the fact that she’s calling me is putting a serious damper on my mood. Plus it’s yep, almost noon, and I have Mr. Lewis coming by to drop off his hefty check.
I go to answer Sam but the call’s already gone to voicemail. I give it a second and then listen in on what she has to say.
“Hey Matty. I wanted to see if you’ve heard from Asswipe. Or Liam for that matter. He was supposed to get dropped off at our place last night but we never heard from them. Can you please call me back? I’m… worried about him.”
Shit.
17
Falyn
I can’t remember how long it’s been since my father has personally called me instead of having Ramona, his assistant, do it for him. In fact, when his cell phone number flashed across my screen I nearly choked on my smoothie.
And now he wants to talk to me about the future of the company. Of our company. I quickly jot down the appointment date in my phone, making sure I don’t have anything else planned. There’s no way I’m missing out on this one.
All my life I have been pushing to show him that I’m good enough. That I can handle whatever he thinks will knock me down. And so far I have to say I‘ve done a pretty damn good job. But now he’s looking for more from me, he wants me to somehow prove that I can run the company in a manner he deems fit. I’ve always wanted to show him that I can… but now… I find myself wondering if catering to my father’s whims is really what I want to do for the rest of my life.
With everything that’s happened recently I’ve come to realize that there really is more to life than just doing what he tells me to. I wouldn’t say I’ve had an epiphany or anything just yet, but I know that deep down I’ve kind of changed. And I’m wondering how this changed version of myself will hold up in front of Father.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so worried. Maybe this is one of those circumstances where I just need to let things play how they play out. I try to take Matt’s advice and loosen up, closing my eyes and thinking of something else besides my father’s overwhelming presence.
Matt… The very thought of him sends a most pleasing shiver down my spine. It’s only been a
Falyn’s in a daze, and I finally get my ass out the door before anything else transpires.
* * *
F uck . Fuck, fuck, fuck .
It shouldn’t be this hard to sleep in my goddamn bed. This is my bed! Why the hell can’t I get any sleep?
I add two more pillows to the mix, and even spooning them doesn’t seem to help my restlessness. This isn’t good. This is in fact, very bad.
I groan into my pillow, a realization of what’s going on hitting me square in the face. I can’t comfortably sleep by myself anymore—these pillows can’t possibly compare to Falyn’s soft body. She’s ruined me for good.
* * *
I think I hear the sound of Falyn’s soft snoring, but when it gets louder and louder and finally breaks into a jazz chorus, I know I’m wrong. Two alarms and three text messages later and I’m up scratching at the ridiculous jungle growing on my face. I haven’t looked in the mirror lately, but I know that I’m somewhere in that weird spot between sexy stubble and full-on hipster beard. The skin buried underneath is crying out for me to clean myself up and get rid of the Grizzly Addams thing I’ve got going on.
I stumble my way into the bathroom and groan in sweet relief before flushing the toilet and washing my hands. The phone goes off in the bedroom again and I roll my eyes, wondering who the hell is calling me at… what time is it again?
The clock on my wall is too blurry for me to see just yet, but I curse when I see Sam’s face on my phone. I haven’t read her texts yet but the fact that she’s calling me is putting a serious damper on my mood. Plus it’s yep, almost noon, and I have Mr. Lewis coming by to drop off his hefty check.
I go to answer Sam but the call’s already gone to voicemail. I give it a second and then listen in on what she has to say.
“Hey Matty. I wanted to see if you’ve heard from Asswipe. Or Liam for that matter. He was supposed to get dropped off at our place last night but we never heard from them. Can you please call me back? I’m… worried about him.”
Shit.
17
Falyn
I can’t remember how long it’s been since my father has personally called me instead of having Ramona, his assistant, do it for him. In fact, when his cell phone number flashed across my screen I nearly choked on my smoothie.
And now he wants to talk to me about the future of the company. Of our company. I quickly jot down the appointment date in my phone, making sure I don’t have anything else planned. There’s no way I’m missing out on this one.
All my life I have been pushing to show him that I’m good enough. That I can handle whatever he thinks will knock me down. And so far I have to say I‘ve done a pretty damn good job. But now he’s looking for more from me, he wants me to somehow prove that I can run the company in a manner he deems fit. I’ve always wanted to show him that I can… but now… I find myself wondering if catering to my father’s whims is really what I want to do for the rest of my life.
With everything that’s happened recently I’ve come to realize that there really is more to life than just doing what he tells me to. I wouldn’t say I’ve had an epiphany or anything just yet, but I know that deep down I’ve kind of changed. And I’m wondering how this changed version of myself will hold up in front of Father.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so worried. Maybe this is one of those circumstances where I just need to let things play how they play out. I try to take Matt’s advice and loosen up, closing my eyes and thinking of something else besides my father’s overwhelming presence.
Matt… The very thought of him sends a most pleasing shiver down my spine. It’s only been a
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