Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
There’s no way anything can come of this. And not just for the reasons I thought. It wasn’t about us being such opposites, or his wealth or any of that. But that didn’t help either.
It was also about the bet I was about to lose. The fact that my future was going to take me away from the city and him. Back to Ohio where the dreaded family business awaited.
By afternoon after battling the memories of our sweetest times together, and questioning myself up one side and down the other, I finally held my breath and did what needed to be done. My fingers weren’t the only things shaking as I typed the words.
“I thought I could be this person, but I’m not. I can’t have a physical relationship without feelings, without commitment. I thought it would be the best of both worlds. I can get to enjoy this with you, this amazing lover with no strings attached because there’s no way in hell that you’d ever fall for me, but it’s not.”
“So it is for this reason that I have to call things off between us. I had a wonderful time and it was a pleasure getting to know you. I wish you all the best. Stephanie.”
I felt like such a coward ending things this way, with a text. I never thought I’d be that girl and to anyone who’s ever done this shit to someone who really loved them. You’re an asshole.
But there was no love between the two of us was there? We were just two fuck buddies for a while in a city full of others who were doing the same thing.
I felt better after I sent it. For five seconds. Then I broke out in a cold sweat and had to damn near put my eye out with my breast when I tried to put my head between my knees, or something close to it. And then there were the stupid tears…
Jonas
I should send her some flowers. I’d been very rough on her this weekend not taking care of her the way I should. This morning I’d seen the marks I’d left all over her body, some of them looked like they hurt.
Not only that, but I’d had to rub cream into her pussy more than once since our trip to the island because I’d fucked her too hard. I’d even fucked deeper into her ass when I hadn’t planned to do that for a while yet.
I felt my phone go off in my pocket and grinned when I saw it was her number. I’ve been doing that a lot lately too. Grinning, smiling, being truly happy about something that didn’t involve business.
And then I read what she sent me and my blood pressure went through the roof. For the first time since my youth I did something rash. I stormed out of my office without giving any thought to the meetings that were lined up for the rest of the afternoon. By the time I got down to the waiting limo that I’d called for on my way down, I was ready to commit murder.
STEPHANIE
“Dad? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming for a few days yet.” I was happy to see him, but did he have to show up on the heels of me sending that text?
I guess it didn’t really matter anyway since Jonas hadn’t even responded, so it made no difference that I now regretted my hastiness. He was probably happy to be rid of me. And so easily too.
I’d been sitting here feeling sorry for myself when dad walked through the door. “Hello little dove, I know I said I’d be here later but I wanted to surprise you.” I walked around the desk for my hug and the kiss to my forehead that was always his fatherly greeting.
It felt good to be hugged by someone who loved me. “I missed you daddy.” I had to fight back the tears that threatened as he wrapped me up tight and kissed my head again. “What is it love? What’s hurting you?” How could I forget that he sees everything where mom and I are concerned?
“It’s nothing daddy I promise.” The tears had finally escaped and were running freely down my cheeks. He held me away from him but instead of prying, just wiped my face with his thumbs.
“Okay then, get your purse. Old dad’s going to take his little dove out to lunch. And don’t even think about telling me no.” I couldn’t eat a lettuce leaf right now, but I know it was a waste of time to argue.
So I let him lead me downstairs and out to the waiting car. I didn’t even notice the other car pulling in. I was so miserable I didn’t even feel the warmth of the sun.