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“So, dinner? Tomorrow at seven?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Perfect.” I lean forward to give her another kiss.
“Wait! What’s your name?” She asks, grabbing the front of my shirt.
“Baron Roades. Now, I’ll let you get back to what’s left of your evening.” I tell her. Reaching into my pocket and handing her my business card with all of my pertinent information on it, before leaving her for the night.
“Baron Roades? Where have I heard that name before?”
“Until tomorrow, sweet Frannie,” I say chuckling and waiting until she goes inside, locking the door behind her.
Tomorrow, the rest of our lives begin.Chapter FourFrannie‘Holy shit!’ I think as I am leaning against the inside of the door. My mind is whirling and trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I went from simply coming home from work to getting finger-fucked outside my friend’s apartment door. And this is done by a man, who obviously followed me home from work. It’s either that or he had someone hack my information on the internet. The thing is, I don’t even care. The only thing my mind can conjure at the moment is the amazing feelings he produced inside of me. I went from being shocked, to a bit freaked out at being so ready for him, to do with me as he pleased What is wrong with me?
“Girl, your face is beet red. What happened?” Esther asks with concern.
I look at her, but my mouth is unable to move as I remember the feel of his mouth on mine. My hand slides over my lips as I relive the last five minutes, wishing I could call him back to do it again and then some.
“Helloooo...Earth to Frannie. Anybody home?” She snaps her fingers in front of my face making me jump.
“Oh crap. I’m sorry. It’s just...remember that guy I told you about a couple of days ago?”
“You mean, mister let’s have ice cream and watch a movie?” she asks, smiling and winking at me.
“Yes. Him. Well, apparently, he followed me home tonight. Then after asking me to go out with him tomorrow, he… well... we… hhh… mmm… anyway... I said I would go out with him,” I stammer. I can feel my face reheating as I decide not to tell her exactly what we did.
“Are you serious? I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that he followed you home. Did you even get his name by any chance?” My eyebrows go up as it dawns on me, I did.
“As a matter of fact, yes. He said his name is Baron Roades.”
“Wait... Roades… As in the Roades Family?” I look at her in confusion because I have no clue why the hell she is all of a sudden so excited. “You don’t know who I am talking about, do you?” I shake my head no. “What am I going to do with you? Come with me.” She grabs my hands and drags me into her room.
Sitting on her bed, she pulls her laptop out and starts typing in something. All of a sudden, I am staring at Baron and four other men. One is a man I recognize as the Senator of Illinois. My hand immediately goes to my stomach as I begin to feel sick. What would a man like him want with me? She continues to pull up information about him and my belly begins to hurt worse with each sentence she reads to me. He and his brothers were adopted by the Roades when they were boys in a foster home. Their parents loved and taught them how to be the best person inside of each of them. Now, he and his brothers own a multi-billion-dollar business.
“Oh my god,” I say as I begin to feel nauseous. “I can’t go out with him.”
“Look at me, Frannie. There is nothing he has that is better than you. You are just as amazing as he is.” I look at her, blinking fast because I feel the tears building. Nodding my head, I thank her and go into my room.
“Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be his hands that my body keeps begging for?” I ask myself as I undress and get into bed. Laying there and staring at the ceiling, I can’t help but imagine him on top of me. His cock sliding inside of me, making me scream his name.
“Oh God,” I whisper, while my hand is sliding down my body to hopefully reenact with my fingers what he did to my body with his and getting the same results. With no clothes on, it takes no time for my fingers to reach my pussy. As I graze across my clit like he did in the hallway. My legs spread as I begin to move my fingers in and out of my tight, slippery, hole. His name slips from my mouth over and over as my back arches off the bed. I refuse to open my eyes and break my own heart with the reality of him not being here.
