mind
if I take this?”
“Not at all.”
“Hey, Galinda, is everything okay?” I look out the window
having that awkward feeling inside my stomach where I’m trying not to listen to
him, but it’s so hard not to. “Okay.” He squints his eyes and looks at the
clock on his dash. “Sure. I’ll handle it, don’t worry. See you soon. Love you
too. Bye.”
He hangs up and turns to me. “Sorry about that.”
“That’s all right, everything okay?”
“Yeah, for sure. That was my aunt; she forgot to get her
medication when she was out today and now she’s had three glasses of wine,
yada, yada, yada.”
“I didn’t think you had any family here.”
“Why would you think that? You never asked me.” I smirk,
giving him a half cocked smile and he says, “Ahhh, our friends at Google or was
it Wikipedia?”
“Both,” I respond ashamed and put my face in my hands.
“Well, now you’re honest. Do you wanna meet her?”
“No, that’s not part of the deal.”
“And neither was hiking or me almost dying on the side of
the mountain.”
Suddenly, he turns down an unfamiliar street and parks on
the side. “I’ve gotta pick this up for her, do you need anything?”
“A shot of anything would be great.”
He touches my cheek with the back of his knuckles, igniting
my insides. I never thought I’d like his hands on me…but after tonight, I
really do. He gets out of the car and I rest my head back, watching him walk
into the old-fashioned pharmacy, dressed in gray shorts and a white t-shirt. He
really is hot, so fucking sexy.
Looking out the window, I think back to tonight and sitting
on that rock in his arms– it was so nice. For the first time in years, I had
someone to turn to when I was in pain. It wasn’t everyone depending on me. He
was there for me and comforted me and didn’t expect me to get over it because
it’s been almost six years. It’s sad how quick-forgetting some people are when
it comes to grief. After losing my mom, everyone I was close to didn’t have the
patience for me. I can sense the people I work with are that way too– when I
have a bad day, they don’t get it. It’s not like that with my dad…but we hide
our pain from one another to try to help each other move on. But being with
King tonight was different. It was nice to be myself and let my emotions go
where they needed.
He comes walking out of the store carrying two bags, and
there I go undressing him with my eyes. His cock bulge is straining his shorts
and I shake the thought away. What is wrong with me? A few days ago, I detested
him, and now…I’m looking at his dick.
He slides in the car and hands me a bag. “I didn’t know what
you liked, so I got one of everything.”
I look inside and there is an array of tiny liquor bottles.
Every kind you could think of. “You know I was joking, right?”
“Were you?” he starts the car and pulls away, dead serious.
“Yes.”
“You’ve gotta stop doing that to me.”
Opening a bottle of 99 Bananas, I tell him, “If you really
want to buy me something, you can buy me my own restaurant.” As I slam
the bottle, he looks over at my lips wrapped around it and says, “Don’t fuck
with me.”
I smirk, digging through the bag. I find another bottle and
crack it open sipping on it as we pull up to my apartment. Like the gentleman I
never knew he was, he opens my door and helps me out, or maybe it’s him being
controlling. With liquor coursing through my veins, I really don’t care.
Carrying my camel pack and goody bag of liquor upstairs, we both go inside. He
sets my stuff down on the kitchen island, and the box with the exorbitantly
expensive dress is still sitting there and he ignores it, like it’s…nothing.
“Thank you for going out with me tonight, Ever.” He cups my
face. The shooters running through me are making me feel very brave as I nod my
head, waiting for him to do whatever he wants.
Closing my eyes, he brushes his thumb over my lips and
if I take this?”
“Not at all.”
“Hey, Galinda, is everything okay?” I look out the window
having that awkward feeling inside my stomach where I’m trying not to listen to
him, but it’s so hard not to. “Okay.” He squints his eyes and looks at the
clock on his dash. “Sure. I’ll handle it, don’t worry. See you soon. Love you
too. Bye.”
He hangs up and turns to me. “Sorry about that.”
“That’s all right, everything okay?”
“Yeah, for sure. That was my aunt; she forgot to get her
medication when she was out today and now she’s had three glasses of wine,
yada, yada, yada.”
“I didn’t think you had any family here.”
“Why would you think that? You never asked me.” I smirk,
giving him a half cocked smile and he says, “Ahhh, our friends at Google or was
it Wikipedia?”
“Both,” I respond ashamed and put my face in my hands.
“Well, now you’re honest. Do you wanna meet her?”
“No, that’s not part of the deal.”
“And neither was hiking or me almost dying on the side of
the mountain.”
Suddenly, he turns down an unfamiliar street and parks on
the side. “I’ve gotta pick this up for her, do you need anything?”
“A shot of anything would be great.”
He touches my cheek with the back of his knuckles, igniting
my insides. I never thought I’d like his hands on me…but after tonight, I
really do. He gets out of the car and I rest my head back, watching him walk
into the old-fashioned pharmacy, dressed in gray shorts and a white t-shirt. He
really is hot, so fucking sexy.
Looking out the window, I think back to tonight and sitting
on that rock in his arms– it was so nice. For the first time in years, I had
someone to turn to when I was in pain. It wasn’t everyone depending on me. He
was there for me and comforted me and didn’t expect me to get over it because
it’s been almost six years. It’s sad how quick-forgetting some people are when
it comes to grief. After losing my mom, everyone I was close to didn’t have the
patience for me. I can sense the people I work with are that way too– when I
have a bad day, they don’t get it. It’s not like that with my dad…but we hide
our pain from one another to try to help each other move on. But being with
King tonight was different. It was nice to be myself and let my emotions go
where they needed.
He comes walking out of the store carrying two bags, and
there I go undressing him with my eyes. His cock bulge is straining his shorts
and I shake the thought away. What is wrong with me? A few days ago, I detested
him, and now…I’m looking at his dick.
He slides in the car and hands me a bag. “I didn’t know what
you liked, so I got one of everything.”
I look inside and there is an array of tiny liquor bottles.
Every kind you could think of. “You know I was joking, right?”
“Were you?” he starts the car and pulls away, dead serious.
“Yes.”
“You’ve gotta stop doing that to me.”
Opening a bottle of 99 Bananas, I tell him, “If you really
want to buy me something, you can buy me my own restaurant.” As I slam
the bottle, he looks over at my lips wrapped around it and says, “Don’t fuck
with me.”
I smirk, digging through the bag. I find another bottle and
crack it open sipping on it as we pull up to my apartment. Like the gentleman I
never knew he was, he opens my door and helps me out, or maybe it’s him being
controlling. With liquor coursing through my veins, I really don’t care.
Carrying my camel pack and goody bag of liquor upstairs, we both go inside. He
sets my stuff down on the kitchen island, and the box with the exorbitantly
expensive dress is still sitting there and he ignores it, like it’s…nothing.
“Thank you for going out with me tonight, Ever.” He cups my
face. The shooters running through me are making me feel very brave as I nod my
head, waiting for him to do whatever he wants.
Closing my eyes, he brushes his thumb over my lips and
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