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she’s breathless, afterwards I send her on her way while I shower her
scent off of me.
    Tonight,
as enticing as Alice looks, my body is not cooperating. My mind keeps rehashing
my encounter with Ella. The agony in her eyes haunting me throughout dinner. I
absent-mindedly participate in conversation with Alice, nodding at the
appropriate times, not remembering much of what she says.
    After
realizing she took a taxi to meet me I offer her a ride home. On the ride to
her place her hand creep up my thigh, she’s not expecting this night to end
anytime soon. My mind tells me to take her up on her offer and leave Isabella
in the past but my foolish heart begs me to leave Alice at her door. What the
fuck does my heart know anyway? When Isabelle stomps on it leaving it aching,
it will thank me for this.
    I
follow her into her apartment, turning down her offer for a drink. She
immediately moves in to kiss me, both of us already knowing what this is about.
I turn my face before she can claim my lips offering her my neck, her lips on
mine too personal for me at this point.
    It
doesn’t take much time before she backs up stripping her dress, revealing her
red lacy thong. Her breast are already bare, she rubs them baiting me to come
taste them. Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hard. I never had a problem fucking
random chicks before I came to Chicago. Ella has me so far gone my cock is only
semi-erect while a sexy, naked women touches herself in front of me.
    I
watch her unbutton my shirt, her eyes nervously glancing into mine. She knows
I’m not fully into this. By the time her fingers begin fumbling with my belt
even my brain is screaming at me to run. But I’ve never been good with
listening to orders.
    I
stay.
    I
stay when her hand wraps around my cock.
    I
stay when she drops down to her knees and licks me.
    By
the time she has me fully seated in the back of her throat, I’m so sick with
myself I want to hurl my dinner up. I shove her warm mouth off me and pull my
cloths back on. She’s on her knees gazing up at me with questioning eyes, not
sure where she went wrong.
    I
leave without a word. I’m such a fucking dick. I wasn’t satisfied with hurting
one woman today I had to hurt two.
    I
came to Chicago feeling like a conqueror. I would take the company away from
Lucas and his dad and my father and I would be free of them for good. Now a
month later I’m walking the streets of Chicago sick over a woman. A woman who
would choose to be with a Fields over me just as my mother did. A mother who
loves another man’s son more than her own, in all the years she’s been gone she’s
never even made a small gesture to acknowledge my existence.
    She’d
chosen Lucas over me. He was the son she always wanted. Now Ella would choose
him too. Maybe they were both right, Lucas is a better man than I am. He would
never do to Ella what I did tonight. But I refuse to be the blind fool he’s
been for all these years. I know she’s capable of doing exactly what I did
tonight, maybe more. Whatever she feels for me is not enough to have stopped
her in a similar situation.
    ********
    She’s
still here.
    Thank
god she’s still here is all I can think when I see Ella’s sleeping form in the
middle of my bed. I hate myself for it but I love this woman. I don’t know how
much longer she’ll let me have her but I don’t want to waste my time with her. If
she leaves me tomorrow for Lucas I want to at least be able to hold her one more
night.
    I
remove my cloths and join her in bed, gathering her against my skin. She flinches
at my touch and her head pops up as she looks around trying to identify her
surroundings. Even in the dark I can tell she’s been crying. The moonlight
shines on her tear–stained face. She drops her head back on the pillow gazing
into my eyes.
    “How
was your date?”  Her voice distant and cold.
    I
shrug not wanting to talk about anything that happened with Alice.
    “Did
you fuck her?”
    “No,”
thank god I didn’t