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That’s a first for me, and I’m still processing my thoughts over it.
I would never purposefully hurt her, but I feel by doing what we did and how she’s so stuck in her own head, it’s probably better if we don’t continue. If she gets too invested or clingy, things could get bad.
That admission has had me reeling for most of the morning, hence why I took this fucking meeting when I should have just gone down to the pool and done some laps or smashed it out in the gym.
If I’m worried about her getting too invested and clingy, which, judging by how she left me this morning, she’s clearly not, then why do I feel like I’m the one who got screwed over?
Now I’ve got to sit here and pretend I give a shit when what I really want to do is text her and make sure she’s all right.
I’ve lost my fucking mind.
Remembering me shoving her bikini top aside while I saw her bare breasts for the first time, squeezing and plucking them while I ate her sweet pussy has me excusing myself from the meeting and shutting my laptop down.
This is fucking ridiculous.
I don’t do this shit.
I don’t get affected by women to this capacity, and I certainly don’t blow important meetings because I can’t keep a straight thought in my head, even if I am supposed to be on vacation.
So why, oh why, do I unzip my shorts, pull my dick out and pleasure myself thinking about her hot, curvy, sexy body, like I can’t get enough. Her sweet, sinful mouth when she sucked me off.
I close my eyes, and I know deep down that I’ll rub this one out and then that’ll be that.
I’ll be done with her.
I’ll ignore her for the rest of my trip, and pretend it never happened.
My fist pulls my dick so tight as I imagine her mouth on me, her tongue swirling… I come quick, spurting into my free hand as I groan, milking every drop, and know that I’m nowhere near being satisfied.
I’m already hatching a plan to see her again after I just told myself I was done with her.
No good can come of any of it, not how she left things.
It’s just a fling,I tell myself for about the hundredth time.Nothing more.
I hit the gym for over an hour, then take a swim in my private lap pool. I don’t want the risk of running into Ariana at the main pool. It seems like she needed a little time to cool off.
I may not be a patient man, but I do know how to wait.
She can’t deny we had chemistry last night, and frankly, I’m only here for a short space of time and I’d like to use that time productively, like by spending more time in bed with her.
I know it’s ludicrous; this can’t continue when we get back to Seattle. For one, she’s hellbent on making me out to be some kind of monster, and two, she cares too much about what my arrogant son thinks.
It may sound like I have no conscience whatsoever, but that isn’t true. I just don’t give others the opportunity to rule my life. I’m the one in it. I’m the one who rules it.
And ruling Ariana’s body is something that I’m very interested in doing.
After my swim, I order a cocktail from the butler, and I think about going out for dinner.
There’s a sushi restaurant in the resort that just opened, and I don’t feel the pull to sit around in my room all night when I could be enjoying the sunset from the lounge bar.
The sunsets here are magical, not like Seattle, where I barely remember to look at the sky there, it’s always clouded over anyway.
I dress in khaki shorts and a short-sleeved button up shirt. The occasion doesn’t call for a suit, and it’s a nice change.
I’ve also been avoiding talking to Henry all day. It’s only bad news where all of that’s concerned, and being the current mood I’m in, it’s best to leave him alone, or I may say something I’ll regret.
I check my phone, and there’s no messages.
