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I giggle. “Yes, you can take me out sometime.”
We’re still in the small stall, and it’s pretty funny to have a conversation like this with a guy who just fucked me.
“I’ll, uhm, need your number.” He rubs the back of his neck.
I laugh out loud at that. “Can we talk about this when you drive me home?”
“I’m driving you home now, am I?”
I smirk, and he leans down to kiss me.
“Must’ve been a good weekend,” Ally giggles as she looks around my office and the bouquets of red roses that rest on almost every surface. She slumps into my visitor’s chair. It was a good weekend, but then I walked into this, and I wonder if Zack got the wrong idea.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I lean closer over the desk. “I hate roses.”
“What? Why?”
I sigh. Not many people know—just Savanna and Denton.
“My father used to beat the shit out of my mother for years when I was younger. He was a piece of shit when he was drunk.” I shake my head. “He was twice her size, and still, he felt the need to degrade her like the little man he was. I’d listen to her crying, hear his boots connect with some or other part of her body. And then he’d fuck her, real loud. Loud enough for me to hear and throw up.”
The thought of it makes me sick all over again.
“My God, I’m sorry you had to witness that, Bre.”
“Me too, no kid ever should. So, anyway, the next morning, he’d buy a couple dozens of red roses, and everything would be okay.”
Her eyes well up as she looks around my office. “Tell him you don’t want these anymore. Allergies are always a good excuse.”
Clearing my throat, I nod. “That sounds like the perfect plan.”
She stands. “I’ll see you later,” she picks up the large bouquet on my desk, walking out with it. A few minutes later, the cleaning ladies come in and start to carry out the rest.
And then it’s my turn to cry.
The roses arrive all week, and at the end of the week, I’ve had about enough. I find myself driving in the opposite direction from my house. It’s Friday, and I know that the nanny isn’t there. I park outside his gate.
Me: You home?
Denton: Yeah?
Me: Can you open the gate? I'm outside.
The gates open, and I drive inside. He meets me outside, feet and chest bare, hands tucked in his pockets.
I stalk toward him, unsure what my plan actually is. Why am I here?
When I’m close enough, I grip the back of his neck, tugging his lips down to mine. I kiss him with such desperation, pouring my soul into it. He lifts me, and my legs wrap around him. I can taste the whiskey on his breath, but I like it. I suck and bite at him.
“Fuck me hard, Denton. Fuck it all away.”
“The kids are with their grandparents.” He tells me as he carries me into his house. He sets me down on the edge of the dining room table. I hoist my t-shirt over my head, and he unclips my bra, freeing my breasts. Bending, he sucks on my puckered nipple. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
He tugs down my skirt and slides down my panties. His pants join the clothes on the floor.
He pushes me onto the table, holding my hands above my head as he has free rein with my breasts, sucking until I moan, needing more of him.
Denton peppers kisses down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I lean on my elbows, wanting to watch him. His tongue darts out as his eyes meet mine, and he spreads me open, licking my pussy all the way up to that sensitive nub.
