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Instead of jumping up and down with glee at my proposal, I hear stiff silence on the phone. She says nothing. It’s not every day that I ask a girl out, and I’m not used to this uncertain reaction.
“Well, what do you say?” I prompt.
She hesitates. “Oh, Evan, I’d love to. But I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I need to stay near the mansion.”
Her words put me at a loss.
Doesn’t she still have an apartment in the city? Why is she so intent on staying at the mansion? It doesn’t make sense.
“Meg, the mansion can do without you for a night. I want you to join me for dinner. Come on, I can make reservations at the best restaurant in New York. We can discuss the upcoming party.”
I’m fully expecting her to give in. I’m expecting her to tell me that she can’t wait and that she’ll be dressed and ready in an hour.
To my dismay, she says, “I’m sorry Evan. I just...can’t.”
With that she hangs up, and I am left in a semi-state of shock. Did I just get turned down for a date? That’s never happened to me, not even once in my life.
In an instant, I decide that if Meg won’t come to me, I’ll go to her. I won’t be dismissed so easily. I know there’s a reason she said no, but I can’t imagine what it is.
Why is she so averse to being in the city? Maybe the mansion life is just agreeing with her. Better that be the case than her hating it.
Whatever her issue is, I will see her tonight. I can’t wait another second.
And so, I pack a quick bag and head out the door. For once, I’m glad to say goodbye to the office and to work. Usually, I would be staying late into the night, getting things done and making a fortune, but it’s different with Meg in my life.
Suddenly, pleasure seems more important than business—and no, I can’t even believe I’m admitting that to myself.
I drive my Porsche speedily down the streets of New York.
I can’t wait to get out of the city. Suddenly, it’s not so exciting here. The excitement lies wherever Meg is.
Meg.
She ignites a passion in me that refuses to lie dormant.
Anytime I’m far away from her, I feel antsy. I feel like I should be with her all the time, like I should have eyes on her in order to keep her safe.
And so I’m happy to have finished up my business in the city. There’s nothing I want more than to be at my father’s country estate right now.
It doesn’t make sense, and it’s driving me fucking crazy. I haven’t even slept with her yet, and my addiction to her is already growing.
I keep telling myself that maybe she’ll be horrible in bed. Maybe we’ll have no sexual chemistry, and then I’ll be off the hook and won’t have to feel things this deeply about one woman anymore.
But at the back of my mind, and deep down in my heart, I know this isn’t true.
Our connection is white hot, and I don’t imagine it’s going anywhere soon.
I might be in deep—a thought that gets my cock harder than it’s ever been—and suddenly, I just can’t drive fast enough to see her.
I speed through the narrow streets of the city; it doesn’t take me long to get outside of Manhattan. As I inch closer to the house, I take in the fresh country air and think of how I got myself in this position.
I haven’t even slept with anybody else since meeting Meg. Usually, I’d have a host of women at my feet, ready for a one-night stand at my beck and call. But suddenly, all of that doesn’t interest me now.
What she’s doing to me makes me feel simultaneously excited and pissed off.
I don’t get close to women. That’s kind of my mantra, my rule in life.
And yet tonight, my body betrays me as my cock strains and throbs against my pants for every thought I cast her way. I want her so bad. I need to make things happen with her before I damn near explode.
I take the corners of the road tightly, recalling Meg’s reaction to my invitation.
Why wouldn’t she meet me in the city? What’s going on with her? She sounded almost afraid of the idea of having to leave the mansion.
And then I push these thoughts out of my mind and focus on the fact that I’m about to see Meg.
I’ll fuck her tonight and make her cry my name, and she’ll never want to leave my side again.
It’s time to cement this thing. I need to be with her, and tonight, I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen—even if I have to walk through fire to be with her. There will be no more waiting or chivalry on my part.
It’s time.
