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She mewls against me, a sound that goes straight to my cock, and I know it’s time to end the night. If I don’t, it’s bound to end up exactly where I want it to: bed.
Placing one last sweet kiss against her lips, I pull away and head towards the door. When I turn back around, her eyes are closed and a soft smile spreads on the lips she’s touching with shaky fingers. She opens her eyes and gazes my way, a look that lets me know that she’s just as affected by the kiss as I am. I mentally throw my fists in the air victoriously.
“Night, Lexi.”
“Good night, Linkin,” she whispers.
My body is charged as I slip into the hallway and head towards my door. A cold shower is on the agenda for tonight, that’s for sure, but something tells me it still won’t help alleviate the throbbing in my pants. Nothing is going to help after that kiss.
I let myself into my apartment with a smile on my face and hope in my chest. I have big plans for Miss Lexi Summer.
But first, I need to have a little chat with douchey Chris.
* * *
I use my lunch hour to run over to the office building where Chris Jacobson works. It’s on the main drag, only a few blocks away from the flower place Lexi’s oldest sister runs. Parking my old Blazer on the street, I’m hit with Christmas music piping from speakers beneath the awning of the gift shop as soon as I set foot on the sidewalk.
A bell dings as I step inside the brightly lit office with a tabletop Christmas tree displayed and garland hanging from the ceiling. An old desk is situated in the center of the room and is currently unoccupied. Not waiting to find out where the receptionist is, I head down the hallway, looking for the douche’s office. I pass an empty conference room, a supply room with a copy machine, and a small kitchenette.
At the end of the hall, I come to a door that sits ajar and raise my hand to knock. Before my knuckles connect with wood, I hear voices from within the room.
“I’m asking you politely, boy, to reconsider. You’re making it worse,” an older gentleman says.
“I don’t want this.” This voice I recognize as Chris’s.
“But she does. And you dragging your feet is upsetting her.”
“I can fix this, I know it.”
“Not anymore, you can’t. It’s over.”
“But…”
“No more buts. She wants out. She deserves to be happy. The only thing standing in the way of that is you.” There’s a dramatic pause and I find myself holding my breath. “Let her go. Sign the papers.”
Suddenly, it all falls into place. Orval is in there with Chris doing, well, the same thing I came to do. But he’s doing it the proper way. I was planning on using harsh words and my fists, if necessary.
“I love her.” The man who used to belong to Lexi sounds so small, so defeated.
“I know. I do too, and that’s why I’m here. She needs this, Chris. Let her go. Set her free to live the life she wants.”
“I was giving her everything. We had a home, nice cars. Hell, I was planning a surprise vacation to Fiji. We had everything,” Chris says softly.
“Did you really?” There’s another pause. “Sign the papers, Chris. Please.”
I don’t hear anything for several tense seconds over the blood pounding in my ears. And to top it off, I’m probably going to be discovered lurking in the hallway because my own heart is as loud as a fucking snare drum.
“Thank you,” Orval says, followed by the scraping of a chair against the tile floor.
Instead of giving them the opportunity to find me, I quickly backtrack to the front door and slip out into the crisp December air. When I reach my truck, I lean against the passenger door, wishing I had a cigarette. And I don’t even smoke.
“How much did you hear?” My attention is pulled to the elderly man in front of me with a twinkle in his eye and a sly grin on his face.
“Not much,” I answer. “Did he see me?”
“Naw, I distracted him with talk about his latest award on the wall as you slipped out the door,” he says, nodding towards the sidewalk.
Without a word, I quickly stand up and fall in line beside him. Orval moves surprisingly fast for a man his age, which only reinforces the stories I’ve heard from his granddaughters. “I’m down here,” he says, nodding towards the new Buick up the block.
