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My arms gave out, and I fell back, my hips surging up as I came. God, he was so good at this. It felt like forever that I was flying. When the tremors finally subsided, and his tongue was softly licking as I came down, I made a move to push his head away so he could fuck me, but he didn’t budge. I realized he was content where he was.
Lazily petting, suckling, enjoying my pleasure like it was his own. He wasn’t ripping off his belt, throwing me face-first on the couch, and taking from me. No. He was giving. He tipped his head back and his lips, wet with me, slyly grinned and the intense satisfaction on his face was like nothing I’d seen before. I’d never had a man take that kind of time or be that selfless.
I didn’t know what to say, and luckily, I didn’t have to try to come up with a cohesive sentence because he finally moved. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he got to his feet, pulling me with him.
He looked into my eyes, kissed my nose, then cupped my chin. “Have a good day, sugar.”
Then he walked out the door, leaving me satisfied, confused, and scared as hell.
* * *
I had a difficult time concentrating on my work, but somehow managed to get through the day. I was grateful for my job as a medical coder, but I didn’t love it. The only thing I truly enjoyed was wedding planning. There was so much that went into it, and my background working in business helped a lot. That was the only thing I would ever positively say about working for Donovan Corp.
Not only was the planning my own business, but it was a challenge that kept me busy and made me believe that love was still real. I really liked that I could make the brides so happy on what should be the best day of their lives, and if I talked to a therapist about it, they’d probably tell me my desire to do that was a result of the women I’d hurt in the past.
Every time I thought about how mean I was, how I outwardly judged, turned my nose up at, and was openly insulting, my heart pounded. I didn’t like to do it, but knowing what my father was capable of, I would not let anyone get close to me and possibly be on his radar.
I missed the happiness I got from my short time as a wedding planner. A big part of that was also that it was my own. My dad had one of the accountants at Donovan Corp manage my money, and I was smart enough to realize he did that for control. Nearly all of my paychecks were invested, so I used Daddy’s credit cards to pay for everything and got a thrill out of buying the most expensive things I could find because it was the only way I could rebel against him.
When I was twenty, I purchased a safety deposit box two towns over and added cash every month. So when I made the nerve-racking decision to call his bluff, he cut me off completely, including removing my name from all the investment accounts he swore would always be mine. He forgot I knew him, but he underestimated me.
Best thing I ever did was save that cash. It was what saved me and gave me enough to get a car, put a security deposit down for my apartment, and invest in my business. I lost a lot of money when I had to walk away, but I didn’t regret it because I proved to myself that I could be successful on my own. I knew my father was hell-bent on preventing me from continuing said success, so he made me a failure. Just like he had my entire life.
Ironically, the plot of the movie that inspired me to become a wedding planner was the reason I was no longer a wedding planner.
My mind drifted like that often, and today was no exception, more than likely because I hated sitting behind a computer for hours and hours.
Bristol had called numerous times while I was working, and after the third time, I texted that I was busy getting caught up on work and would get in touch later.
After I showered, I put on a comfy pair of pale tie-dyed sweat shorts, a navy blue thermal with holes in the thumbs, and chunky tan socks that bunched just past my ankles. I scrolled through my phone and placed two online orders and then took care of my babies. Henry was not so happy when I applied his ointment, but as soon as I fed him, he forgave me.
Knowing she deserved an explanation, I couldn’t put it off any longer and dialed Bristol’s number. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when she answered on the first ring. “Hey. Are you all right?”
Two people who genuinely cared about me in the same day. Guess there’s a first time for everything. “I’m good.”
“We were all so worried.”
Scratch that, three. Scotty, Beck, and Bristol. I didn’t know what to do with this, I’d never had that in my life. I could read through someone’s bullshit with my eyes closed, so I knew their concern was genuine. It made me feel like I mattered, something so foreign I actually had to stop and think to understand the emotion. “Sorry about that. I just had too much to drink.”
“I should have stayed.”
“No. You should have gone home and gotten off your feet just like you did. Scotty didn’t need to call you, either, but I guess I can’t be mad that he was worried about me.”
“You’re sure you’re okay? Do you want to talk about why you were so upset?”
I picked up the brush from the end table and started running it through Skittles’s fur. “I’m positive, and no, I don’t want to talk about it. I was just upset because it was the last event I had planned, and knowing I lost my business hurt more than I’d like to admit.” Which wasn’t a total lie.
“I know, and I’m so sorry even though that doesn’t make it better.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It’s not yours either.”
Not sure she was right about that. A lot of women hated me, and I can’t blame them for it. I wanted to accuse my father for starting those rumors, but I also had to accept that it could have been someone else who wanted revenge. “I’ve stopped caring why it happened and just accepted that it did. Dwelling won’t fix it, so I just want to move on, and I had been, but yesterday brought it all back up.”
“Okay, one last thing and then I won’t bother you about it anymore. If you ever want to talk, I’m always here, or if you’d rather, I can refer you to a great therapist.”
“I appreciate that, but it’s over, so there’s no need to bring it up again.”
