Go. The. Fuck. Away.
That’s what I want to say.
What do I do?
Internally pout and let out a groan then drag my ass out of bed and answer the door.
Then I let out an actual groan.
“Nat, what the fuck are you doing here?”
She is dressed in a tan trench coat, black heels, and her blonde hair falls over her shoulders like a golden waterfall.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
As much as I want to slam the door shut and crawl back into my warm, king-sized bed, I actually need to talk to Nat. So I reluctantly motion her in.
When I do, she turns and unties her trench coat to reveal a deep-red lace bra and pantie set with a garter belt and stockings.
“Surprise.”
Her body is toned and tan, a fake tan that she keeps during the winter months. There isn’t an ounce of fat on this woman. To the majority of the male population, she is perfect. And I would be lying if I said she wasn’t beautiful and sexy, but she isn’t Leo. She never could be.
Leo is soft and full. She is a woman in every sense of the word. Even as a teenager, her curves were mesmerizing, comforting, a safe space I could bury myself into. Everything on her is bigger and better—the way she moves, the sway of her hips, and don’t even get me started on her delicious, bitable ass. I love her soft tummy. Perfect to leave nips on. I love feeling her thighs, so soft and plush in my large hand. With her wrapped around me, I’m home. There is no pressure to be perfect, physically or emotionally, when you’re surrounded by someone who loves and accepts imperfection.
Being with Nat is like driving a sports car. It’s sleek and fast, fun. I tried biting at Nat’s stomach, claiming her, but there was nothing for me to grab hold of, nothing to sink my teeth into. But being with Leo, it’s like coming home. She is luxurious. She takes her time, savoring every moment. She appreciates my love more because in her silly little brain, she thinks no one could love her at her size. But the opposite is true. I would fucking die for her.
Fuck. Now I’m hard thinking about Leo but standing in front of Nat. Jesus, what a mess.
I walk up to Nat and close her coat, tying it back up for her. The look of rejection on her face hurts. I don’t love her like I do Leo, but I have known her for as long as I can remember. I have always been honest with her, told her time and again that I am incapable of caring for her the way she desires and cares for me, but she continues to come back.
“Nat. We need to talk.” I guide her to the couch and go grab a glass of water for her and myself then come back and sit across from her, planting myself on top my metal coffee table and handing her the glass. I can see in her eyes that she knows where this is going.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear you say that this is over.”
I stay silent.
“Did you find her?” The tone in her voice has an edge to it. Sorrow mixed with anger.
“I did.”
“She left you, Everett. I’ve stayed. I’ve been here the entire time!” The tears start to fall from her eyes.
“I didn’t ask you to be here, Nat. I told you that we were done, to not contact me, but you did. You reached out, knowing that I couldn’t have a future with you because I already belonged to another.”
Her eyes widen then pull inward in a frown. “You never told me not to contact you. Not that I would have listened.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Yes, I did. In my letter that I wrote to you, after Leo and I got together.”
Now she really looks confused. And nowI’mconfused. Did my mom never deliver the letter like she said she did? Was she hoping that if she didn’t deliver it that I would change my mind?
“Everett, you never gave me a letter.”
“I didn’t. My mom did. I wanted to, but she just took it off my desk. Told me that she saw it was addressed to you and delivered it. I guess she thought it was something else. I’m sorry you had to receive that from my mom and not me. But you never brought it up, so I thought you understood.”
She stands now, clearly frustrated at this situation, and starts to pace, her heels clacking against the floor.
“Jesus, Everett, I would remember a fucking breakup letter from you. I never got one!”
