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His gaze burns over my body, heating me up as I quickly do as I am told, removing my clothes and walking over to stand before him.
“Good girl,” he purrs in response.
“Don’t call me that,” I hiss.
He moves to stand behind me and pulls my arms up to his neck. He cups my breasts, kneading them as he breathes heavily against my neck. I moan and arch back against him, feeling his hard cock push against my ass through the thin fabric of his slacks.
“You are my good girl,” he soothes. “You’re always a good girl.”
He pinches my erect nipples. I bite my lip and moan as he moves a hand down, stopping on my mound and trailing a finger through my slit. I part my thighs, willing him to take more.
“Always ready for me… sweetie pie.”
“Sweetie pie?!” I repeat in horror.
He laughs. My scowl turns into a moan as he teases me. Parting the lips of my sex with his hand and circling his finger around my clit. He pushes me over the back of the couch, runs his hand down my spine and over my ass.
“Don’t move.”
He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, then rubs it against my pussy.
“Oh, Jonas,” I moan.
As I push back, the tip of his cock enters me. He stops.
I look over my shoulder. “Jonas?”
“That’s all you have time for.” He grins.
My alarm went off, waking me from my dream. I let out a laugh at the silliness of the dream, though my heart felt heavy as I thought about Jonas and how much I missed him. I longed to be with him again. I even went as far as trying to convince myself that I should call him, but I stopped short of reaching for the phone. I couldn’t be with him, and I couldn’t let him go.
The next couple of weeks blended into each other. I was fully into my routine, and life went on, as everything always did in New York. Nothing stopped this city, and nothing stopped me. Or so I told myself.
I still checked my phone ten times a day for messages from Jonas, but found none. Jonas was true to his words and rules. But did he still think about me? My heart shriveled at the thought, but it was useless. Not with Declan still lingering. Nonetheless, Dani remained my link, never failing to send a text checking up on me. I eyed her most recent one as I sat on the PATH subway on my way home from work one Friday evening.
I’m very disappointed you didn’t stick to our agreement, but I’ll keep sending messages, Lily. Even if you don’t respond. I’m here. We’re here.
I took a deep breath and sent a message back.
Thank you.
A smile formed on my face as I leaned my head against the window seat in the cold, crowded subway train. I couldn’t help but admire Dani and her perseverance. I could see why Jonas stayed friends with her, even after their divorce.
My thoughts went back to the “we” part of her text. Did Jonas feel the same way? After all this time, I was sure he had moved on, as he’d told me he would. Still, I let the thoughts warm me as I stared out at the dark passage leading back to Jersey City.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Isat atmy desk in the office and checked the time. I knew Declan was due back from lunch. I took a deep breath, and dialed his number. The call connected, but then went straight to voicemail like it had done since he’d broke into my place a month ago. The more I pursued him, the more he ignored me.
Declan. I’ve done all I can. You didn’t stay in jail and the charges were dropped. Please, call me back and return my things.
These calls had become a regular part of my routine, as well as what came after. I choked and pressed “end” on the phone, then rose and ran to the bathroom, where I crouched down over the basin. My empty stomach cramped as I dry heaved.Empty. As empty as I felt, and my life was, now that I had pushed everything out of it all to get back to where I had been before I’d gone to Sir Harry’s Bar to meet Jonas Crane.
My life had been easy then. It had been filled with old movies, games, and memories. There had been calls and visits between Mary and myself, working, and occasional movie nights with Gregor, and getting my hair done at Dee’s. No Declan. No one, really. Unlike Gregor and Mary who had partners, I’d been alone and lonely. With only my memories to keep me company. But now even those were tainted by Declan. Oh, how I wish I’d never met him. I was trapped in his cruel game, and desperate to be rid of him for good. Hatred filled me, sickening my soul. I had work to distract me right now, but those thoughts all waited for me every evening.
I walked out the stall and went to the sink, where I rinsed my mouth and wiped under my eyes, smearing the cover-up makeup, then cursing myself for not remembering to bring it with me. The dark circles surrounding my eyes stood out from my pale skin, the result of my lack of sleep when exercising didn’t work to exhaust me quite enough.
