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He wasn’t far from me, anyway. I hadn’t realized how close we were until I checked the map, but it would only take a few minutes for me to get there.
I said goodbye to Marina as she pulled out a book - she was going to stay another few hours - and texted him that I was on my way.
I made it to the restaurant ten minutes later, pulling into the line of cars waiting to pick up their passengers. A few people were lingering on the sidewalk as they waited, chatting. As another car drove away and I pulled up further and found Oliver waiting.
He wasn’t alone.
It was just the two of them, him and the girl. He hadn’t told me who he was meeting with, and I hadn’t asked. But I knew who she was. I had seen her long ago, when we were kids, and I had seen her pictures in articles praising her work.
It wasn’t a work meeting. It was a date. With Lauren Polk.
I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly my hands began to ache. He must really be interested in her, then. He must be taking his father’s words seriously.
Another car pulled away, and the next one in line must have been hers. He opened the door for her, but before she got in she reached up and tossed her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss.
I felt sick. They were both smiling, and he made no move to reject the kiss. I was so stupid. I had gotten wrapped up in a fantasy, and it was well past time for it to end.
She got into her car, and it pulled away. Oliver took out his phone and a second later mine started to ring.
“Hello?” I used all of my focus to make my voice sound normal.
“Hey, it’s me. I’m ready when you are, but if it’s a pain to pick me up you really don’t have to.” His voice was smooth, light even. And why wouldn’t it be? He hadn’t done anything wrong. I was the only one. I was always the only one.
I took in a shaky breath. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
It was time to end this.
Chapter Twelve
“Are you alright?” Oliver asked. He was sitting in the passenger seat, and his presence was suffocating.
I had hardly spoken since I’d picked him up. “I’m fine,” I lied. I felt like I was burning. My body was running on autopilot, taking the route back to Oliver’s apartment by itself. I couldn’t focus. Whenever I tried, I could only see Lauren kissing Oliver, over and over and over again.
This couldn’t continue. I had never expected to sleep with Oliver, and as much as I wished I could regret it I couldn’t. I knew him now, intimately. I knew the way he felt, the way he smelled, the sounds and faces he made. I wanted nothing more than to strike them from my memory, but I knew that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Those memories were all I had.
I pulled into the parking garage and started driving up.
“Ben? You passed our spot.”
I didn’t speak and I didn’t stop driving. I kept going up, all the way to the very top. The top level of the garage was empty. It was kept for visitor overflow and maintenance, but there was rarely a need to use it.
The midday sun was shining, but it was dim beneath the concrete roof. Light filtered in through the decorative arches cut into the walls - enough to see by - but the florescent lights had yet to come on.
I drove to the corner of the lot and parked. Oliver let out an awkward chuckle. “You aren’t planning to kill me up here, are you?”
In lieu of answering, I shut off the car and got out.
“Ben?” His face was lined with concern as I opened his door. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I reached across him to unbuckle his seatbelt, then dropped to my knees.
He trusted me too much. He didn’t resist as I pulled him towards me, dragging him halfway out of the car. I worked fast and in a matter of seconds I had unzipped his pants and taken out his cock.
I could feel his tension as I wrapped both hands around his member. God, I loved his cock. It was soft, but it had already begun to twitch. “We can’t do this here,” he hissed, but made no attempt to run away.
I brought my mouth down to him and licked across his length, from balls to head. My tongue went flat, and I kept my movements slow until he began to firm up. I licked him up and down a few more times, enjoying the feel of his skin before I turned my attention to the head.
It was pink and uncut, with a few tiny beads of moisture already forming from the slit. I laved my tongue over the tip, savoring every drop. He groaned and brought a hand down on top of my head, grasping at my hair just enough for me to feel it.
