can’t keep the smile off my face for the rest of the day. James will be so happy to see his dad, and I’m excited to meet him.
James
I check my phone for the fifteenth time tonight then throw it down on the wooden table. I’ve turned into such a woman.
“Trouble in paradise?” Blake raises an eyebrow at me from across the table. It’s Wednesday night and we’re at Encore for a couple of drinks. I needed to take my mind off her, but it’s clearly not working like I’d hoped. She left early for Manchester and she’ll be gone for three days and I’m already missing that tight little body, all warm and inviting.
She woke me up this morning with soft, sweet kisses to my chest but I didn’t even have enough time to sink inside her before she left.
“Nope. Just me being a pussy. Laurel’s in Manchester. She’s coming back Friday night.” I take another glance at my phone and sigh. “So, how’s things with that beautiful wife of yours?”
He grins, then leans back in the chair and rests his hands behind his head.
“Great, actually. The house should be finished in a couple of weeks.” He started doing up a house as Cassie’s wedding present but there were a few setbacks with the floor and the roof, so it’s taken longer than expected.
“I’ll let you know when it’s ready, and we can christen it.” I pull a face and he chuckles. “With alcohol, dude. A party. Fuckin’ hell, I like you, but not that much.”
The chair scrapes next to us and I stop laughing immediately when I see who it is.
“What the fuck do you want?” I grumble at Shannon, whose flirty smile makes me want to stick my fingers down my throat.
Why the hell did I ever go there?
“Hey, baby. I haven’t seen you in a while,” she purrs, placing her hand on my arm. Her nails are sharp, I can feel them scraping against my skin. She’s wearing a short skirt and little top that’s showing way more of her tits than any self-respecting female would.
“I’ve been busy.” I say tightly. “With my girlfriend.” I add so she gets the hint. I see her flinch but that damn smile comes back quickly. I shoot an expectant look at Blake and he just shakes his head and sinks down in his chair.
So much for the help, bastard.
“What can I do for you, Shannon?” I’m pissed off she’s still got her hand on me so I shrug it off while I reach out to pick up my glass. Hopefully she’ll get that hint. I don’t want to be a dick but sooner or later she’s got to realise there’s no point in trying. There’ll never be anything between us again.
She looks a little hurt but then moves her hand to play seductively with her necklace. I know she’s trying to get me to look, because then I’ll see her chest as she leans forward, but I don’t. I keep my eyes on my beer.
“I thought you might like to come back to mine? I’ve got something for you.” She bites her lip and pushes her tits together. Very subtle.
She’s persistent though, I’ll give her that.
Before Laurel I probably would have gone home with her. Now, I just want her to leave.
“Not going to happen, babe. Why don’t you go find some other guy to spread your legs for?” Her mouth drops wide open but her surprise turns to anger when she shoots out the chair.
“You don’t have to be such an asshole about it!”
“I do. Because you don’t seem to understand. Not. Going. To. Happen.” I say it slowly and stare in her eyes, hoping she gets it this time.
My phone rings on the table startling us both, and when her lips curve viciously, I know exactly what she’s going to do. Like it’s happening in slow motion, we both reach across the table for my phone but she beats me to it.
“James’ phone.” I try to grab it from her but she turns away from me quickly. “He’s too busy in between my legs to get to the phone right now. Leave a message and as soon as I come, he’ll get back to you.”
She flings the phone at my chest, raising an eyebrow,
James
I check my phone for the fifteenth time tonight then throw it down on the wooden table. I’ve turned into such a woman.
“Trouble in paradise?” Blake raises an eyebrow at me from across the table. It’s Wednesday night and we’re at Encore for a couple of drinks. I needed to take my mind off her, but it’s clearly not working like I’d hoped. She left early for Manchester and she’ll be gone for three days and I’m already missing that tight little body, all warm and inviting.
She woke me up this morning with soft, sweet kisses to my chest but I didn’t even have enough time to sink inside her before she left.
“Nope. Just me being a pussy. Laurel’s in Manchester. She’s coming back Friday night.” I take another glance at my phone and sigh. “So, how’s things with that beautiful wife of yours?”
He grins, then leans back in the chair and rests his hands behind his head.
“Great, actually. The house should be finished in a couple of weeks.” He started doing up a house as Cassie’s wedding present but there were a few setbacks with the floor and the roof, so it’s taken longer than expected.
“I’ll let you know when it’s ready, and we can christen it.” I pull a face and he chuckles. “With alcohol, dude. A party. Fuckin’ hell, I like you, but not that much.”
The chair scrapes next to us and I stop laughing immediately when I see who it is.
“What the fuck do you want?” I grumble at Shannon, whose flirty smile makes me want to stick my fingers down my throat.
Why the hell did I ever go there?
“Hey, baby. I haven’t seen you in a while,” she purrs, placing her hand on my arm. Her nails are sharp, I can feel them scraping against my skin. She’s wearing a short skirt and little top that’s showing way more of her tits than any self-respecting female would.
“I’ve been busy.” I say tightly. “With my girlfriend.” I add so she gets the hint. I see her flinch but that damn smile comes back quickly. I shoot an expectant look at Blake and he just shakes his head and sinks down in his chair.
So much for the help, bastard.
“What can I do for you, Shannon?” I’m pissed off she’s still got her hand on me so I shrug it off while I reach out to pick up my glass. Hopefully she’ll get that hint. I don’t want to be a dick but sooner or later she’s got to realise there’s no point in trying. There’ll never be anything between us again.
She looks a little hurt but then moves her hand to play seductively with her necklace. I know she’s trying to get me to look, because then I’ll see her chest as she leans forward, but I don’t. I keep my eyes on my beer.
“I thought you might like to come back to mine? I’ve got something for you.” She bites her lip and pushes her tits together. Very subtle.
She’s persistent though, I’ll give her that.
Before Laurel I probably would have gone home with her. Now, I just want her to leave.
“Not going to happen, babe. Why don’t you go find some other guy to spread your legs for?” Her mouth drops wide open but her surprise turns to anger when she shoots out the chair.
“You don’t have to be such an asshole about it!”
“I do. Because you don’t seem to understand. Not. Going. To. Happen.” I say it slowly and stare in her eyes, hoping she gets it this time.
My phone rings on the table startling us both, and when her lips curve viciously, I know exactly what she’s going to do. Like it’s happening in slow motion, we both reach across the table for my phone but she beats me to it.
“James’ phone.” I try to grab it from her but she turns away from me quickly. “He’s too busy in between my legs to get to the phone right now. Leave a message and as soon as I come, he’ll get back to you.”
She flings the phone at my chest, raising an eyebrow,
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