and her heels. I may not be the best at poker but I had on, shit, three articles of clothing. Why didn’t I put on socks or an undershirt? Oh well, it just meant that we could get to more... pressing matters sooner which was completely fine by me.
An hour later, I was in my boxer briefs and she was in her bra and we were considerably drunk. I found out she once almost got together with her friend Chloe while drunk and they decided to see what was so amazing about being with another girl. She let me know that kissing and playing with each other’s tits was as far as they went because they were both grossed out when they realized they were about to see each other’s pussy.
I may have happened to tell her that I once called a girl I was having sex with by her sister’s name in bed because I had really wanted her sister but settled for the next best thing.
She was currently lying on my lap while I played with her tits in one hand and her hair in the other. She had the silkiest brown hair that would be perfect for pulling. She was almost asleep and kept mumbling about how much she wanted me and needed to leave early in the morning. I didn’t want to wake her up and I was content lying on the couch with her. It was the closest I had felt toward a woman in a long time. I was strangely at peace when I laid my head back on the couch, closed my eyes, and hoped the feeling never ended.
I jerked awake when I heard my cell phone going off. I must have dozed off at some point. Getting up and finding my phone in the jeans that are in a pile on the floor, I noticed I had two missed calls from the office. I wasn’t too worried about that at the moment, they could handle whatever the problem was. Where did Payton go? I remembered her being in my lap last night but didn’t hear or see her anywhere.
Then I saw a piece of paper next to the bottle of tequila. Notes were never good.
Ryder,
I had a blast with you last night. I’ve never felt the way I feel when I’m with you and it scares the hell out of me. I feel like a 16 year old with a mad crush on you but I know it’s crazy. I think about you constantly and want to jump you every time I see you. I decided to head out of town for a few days to get away from everything and think. I don’t know how long you’ll be in town, but I’ll text you when I get back. By the time you read this, I’ll probably already be lounging by the pool or hitting up the tables.
Sinfully,
Payton <3
I am pretty sure I stared at that fucking letter for a good five minutes, just rereading it over and over. Lounging by the pool. Hitting up the tables.
“Sinfully, Sinfully,” I said to myself out loud. Who signed a letter that way?
It seemed familiar, but I was more concerned about the fact that she said she wanted me but left. She didn’t even tell me where she was going or how long she’d be there. With having no more clues of finding Reece and not yet ready to spend day after day around Tristen, seeing Payton was a highlight of my day. Wait.
Oh my fucking hell, what the fuck? No. No. No. Really? No.
Sinfully. Reece signed her emails with ‘Sinfully.’ Payton said she wrote children’s books and My Lips Are Sealed is definitely NOT a children’s book. I mean, hell, I had a hard-on from just thinking about the book. How did it not come up in conversation? Did I ever tell her what my business trip was for? I can’t even remember.
Reece had been so adamant about not meeting, was it because she was really Payton? Why would Payton want to hide such amazing work and not put her name to it? Oh fuck, was Payton going to Vegas to get away from me and find a different random guy to pleasure her for a night?
My head was starting to hurt and the more I thought it out, the more pissed I was. She lied to me. Well, I guess she just failed to mention her other type of writing,
An hour later, I was in my boxer briefs and she was in her bra and we were considerably drunk. I found out she once almost got together with her friend Chloe while drunk and they decided to see what was so amazing about being with another girl. She let me know that kissing and playing with each other’s tits was as far as they went because they were both grossed out when they realized they were about to see each other’s pussy.
I may have happened to tell her that I once called a girl I was having sex with by her sister’s name in bed because I had really wanted her sister but settled for the next best thing.
She was currently lying on my lap while I played with her tits in one hand and her hair in the other. She had the silkiest brown hair that would be perfect for pulling. She was almost asleep and kept mumbling about how much she wanted me and needed to leave early in the morning. I didn’t want to wake her up and I was content lying on the couch with her. It was the closest I had felt toward a woman in a long time. I was strangely at peace when I laid my head back on the couch, closed my eyes, and hoped the feeling never ended.
I jerked awake when I heard my cell phone going off. I must have dozed off at some point. Getting up and finding my phone in the jeans that are in a pile on the floor, I noticed I had two missed calls from the office. I wasn’t too worried about that at the moment, they could handle whatever the problem was. Where did Payton go? I remembered her being in my lap last night but didn’t hear or see her anywhere.
Then I saw a piece of paper next to the bottle of tequila. Notes were never good.
Ryder,
I had a blast with you last night. I’ve never felt the way I feel when I’m with you and it scares the hell out of me. I feel like a 16 year old with a mad crush on you but I know it’s crazy. I think about you constantly and want to jump you every time I see you. I decided to head out of town for a few days to get away from everything and think. I don’t know how long you’ll be in town, but I’ll text you when I get back. By the time you read this, I’ll probably already be lounging by the pool or hitting up the tables.
Sinfully,
Payton <3
I am pretty sure I stared at that fucking letter for a good five minutes, just rereading it over and over. Lounging by the pool. Hitting up the tables.
“Sinfully, Sinfully,” I said to myself out loud. Who signed a letter that way?
It seemed familiar, but I was more concerned about the fact that she said she wanted me but left. She didn’t even tell me where she was going or how long she’d be there. With having no more clues of finding Reece and not yet ready to spend day after day around Tristen, seeing Payton was a highlight of my day. Wait.
Oh my fucking hell, what the fuck? No. No. No. Really? No.
Sinfully. Reece signed her emails with ‘Sinfully.’ Payton said she wrote children’s books and My Lips Are Sealed is definitely NOT a children’s book. I mean, hell, I had a hard-on from just thinking about the book. How did it not come up in conversation? Did I ever tell her what my business trip was for? I can’t even remember.
Reece had been so adamant about not meeting, was it because she was really Payton? Why would Payton want to hide such amazing work and not put her name to it? Oh fuck, was Payton going to Vegas to get away from me and find a different random guy to pleasure her for a night?
My head was starting to hurt and the more I thought it out, the more pissed I was. She lied to me. Well, I guess she just failed to mention her other type of writing,
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