mouth left hers and trailed kisses down her neck.
“Make love to me, Justin,” she whispered when he lightly bit her neck.
He lifted his head to look into her eyes. When had it gone from ‘let’s fuck’ to making love?
“Kat, I think we may be getting in way over our heads,” he said as he stepped back, but the look on her face tore at his heart. He could handle her anger and her passion. He couldn’t handle the look of love shining in her gaze.
A veil of indifference came down over her face and she jumped off the counter. “Thanks for the good time. I guess I’ll see you around.”
She left him standing in the kitchen. A few moments later, the growl of her car and the sound of gravel flying met his ears.
* * * *
“How could I be so fucking stupid!” she yelled, her voice ricocheting off the leather upholstery in her car. “Good job, Katrina. ‘Make love to me, Justin.’ Just great! Why didn’t you just tell him you’re in love with him? That would have just sealed the deal, and he would have dumped you in a heartbeat.”
Her heart stopped in her chest, and she pulled the car over onto the side of the road. She closed her eyes and laid her head against the steering wheel as tears burned behind her eyelids. When exactly did I fall in love with him? “It doesn’t matter,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “He doesn’t love me. I’m nothing more than a fuck-buddy.”
She pulled her car back out onto the highway, and when the dim lights of the Vegas strip came into view in front of her, she shored up her pride and headed home.
Slipping into her parking spot, she shut the lights off and turned off the ignition. Her gaze found the living room window of her apartment. The lonely darkness of it mocked her. She grabbed her small bag from the passenger seat and headed up the stairs. Once the door swung open, the deafening silence greeted her as she walked inside. Her gaze wandered around her space. Every corner now sang of Justin’s presence even though he had only been there for one afternoon. She could picture him making love to her on the kitchen countertop, how he had carried her down the hall into her bedroom after he had found her in the tub, and how the table had been set so romantically when she served dinner.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sank down on her couch. She choked back a sob and wrapped her arms around her waist while she tried desperately not to completely fall apart.
Sunlight shone bright through the window next to her front door, bouncing off her eyelids when she peeled the gritty surfaces open with a groan. God, I feel like shit! That’s what happens when I cry myself to sleep, I guess. She moaned softly when she stood heading toward the bathroom. A nice hot shower, that’s what I need. Then I need to see Daddy. I have to explain about Justin.
She stepped into the hot stream of water, letting the soothing liquid sluice over her head and down her chest for a moment before she grabbed the shampoo.
After she had finished with her shower and combed her hair, she slipped on some shorts, flip-flops and a T-shirt. She grabbed her keys and her purse before heading for her car.
The drive back to the hospital seemed to take forever, while she tried to come up with a logical explanation for the absence of her supposed fiancé.
When she stepped into her father’s room, she smiled brightly and walked to his bedside before she kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Morning, Dad. How are you feeling today?”
“All right, I suppose. Where is Justin?”
“He…uh…had some business to take care of this morning, so he couldn’t come with me.”
“Good.”
“Good?” she asked confused.
“I wanted to talk to you without your mother or Justin here. Just the two of us.”
The seriousness of his voice made her pause. He didn’t usually talk like this with her unless it had something to do with her career. “What is it?”
“You can’t marry Justin.”
What
“Make love to me, Justin,” she whispered when he lightly bit her neck.
He lifted his head to look into her eyes. When had it gone from ‘let’s fuck’ to making love?
“Kat, I think we may be getting in way over our heads,” he said as he stepped back, but the look on her face tore at his heart. He could handle her anger and her passion. He couldn’t handle the look of love shining in her gaze.
A veil of indifference came down over her face and she jumped off the counter. “Thanks for the good time. I guess I’ll see you around.”
She left him standing in the kitchen. A few moments later, the growl of her car and the sound of gravel flying met his ears.
* * * *
“How could I be so fucking stupid!” she yelled, her voice ricocheting off the leather upholstery in her car. “Good job, Katrina. ‘Make love to me, Justin.’ Just great! Why didn’t you just tell him you’re in love with him? That would have just sealed the deal, and he would have dumped you in a heartbeat.”
Her heart stopped in her chest, and she pulled the car over onto the side of the road. She closed her eyes and laid her head against the steering wheel as tears burned behind her eyelids. When exactly did I fall in love with him? “It doesn’t matter,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “He doesn’t love me. I’m nothing more than a fuck-buddy.”
She pulled her car back out onto the highway, and when the dim lights of the Vegas strip came into view in front of her, she shored up her pride and headed home.
Slipping into her parking spot, she shut the lights off and turned off the ignition. Her gaze found the living room window of her apartment. The lonely darkness of it mocked her. She grabbed her small bag from the passenger seat and headed up the stairs. Once the door swung open, the deafening silence greeted her as she walked inside. Her gaze wandered around her space. Every corner now sang of Justin’s presence even though he had only been there for one afternoon. She could picture him making love to her on the kitchen countertop, how he had carried her down the hall into her bedroom after he had found her in the tub, and how the table had been set so romantically when she served dinner.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sank down on her couch. She choked back a sob and wrapped her arms around her waist while she tried desperately not to completely fall apart.
Sunlight shone bright through the window next to her front door, bouncing off her eyelids when she peeled the gritty surfaces open with a groan. God, I feel like shit! That’s what happens when I cry myself to sleep, I guess. She moaned softly when she stood heading toward the bathroom. A nice hot shower, that’s what I need. Then I need to see Daddy. I have to explain about Justin.
She stepped into the hot stream of water, letting the soothing liquid sluice over her head and down her chest for a moment before she grabbed the shampoo.
After she had finished with her shower and combed her hair, she slipped on some shorts, flip-flops and a T-shirt. She grabbed her keys and her purse before heading for her car.
The drive back to the hospital seemed to take forever, while she tried to come up with a logical explanation for the absence of her supposed fiancé.
When she stepped into her father’s room, she smiled brightly and walked to his bedside before she kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Morning, Dad. How are you feeling today?”
“All right, I suppose. Where is Justin?”
“He…uh…had some business to take care of this morning, so he couldn’t come with me.”
“Good.”
“Good?” she asked confused.
“I wanted to talk to you without your mother or Justin here. Just the two of us.”
The seriousness of his voice made her pause. He didn’t usually talk like this with her unless it had something to do with her career. “What is it?”
“You can’t marry Justin.”
What
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