AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"You have a very strange way of showing it," she says, her voice softer but still carrying a hardened edge of disdain.
What have I done? I only wished to keep my distance from her, to make sure that no one–namely, my daughter–ever found out about us. But to make her believe I hate her?I think, my stomach coiling in knots.
"Chloe, it was never my intention to hurt you. You must believe that."
Her silence stabs me. I know she doesn’t believe me. Why would she? I step closer and start to reach for her, but she flinches. Does she truly despise me? If so, my efforts at running her off have worked too well. Or is it this other person, this young man who came around? Has she moved on so quickly? Impossible.
"Chloe," I say, my voice more stern and demanding than before. This time, when I reach out my hand, she doesn’t move.I can see her wrestling with what to do. Desire seems to win out over hesitation as she leans slightly closer.
I slip my arm around her waist and draw her closer. I can feel her sharp intake of a break as my hand touches her bare back. My breaths grow shallow as I look at her soft pale skin. The subtle wave of her scent intoxicates me–a soft blend of rose and vanilla–and I can’t suppress the urge to inhale. Before I can help myself, I let my face drop down to the side of her neck and breathe in her scent.
"What are you doing?" she asks in chopped breaths. "We shouldn’t be doing this."
"Tell me to leave then," I reply, whispering against her ear before kissing her neck.
Instead of answering, she winds her hands around behind my head, holding me against her. The simple, possessive act feeds my insatiable arousal. I kiss her again, teasing and nibbling her lower lip. I slide my hand up her side and cup her breast that presses against my chest, rubbing the stiff peak between my thumb and forefinger through the fabric of her dress. She presses into my hand, wanting more.
"Jeremy." The way she says my name makes me want her more. It makes me want to make her scream it.
I gently rake the fabric from her shoulders, gliding it across her smooth skin until her perfect mounds are freed. I take one rosy nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking until she mewls quietly. My erection is raging hard, so hard that it’s painful. The need to be inside her is overwhelming, so much that I’m not sure I can survive without it. I should be appalled with myself, but that sentiment is shamelessly absent. Instead, I wrap my hand around her slim waist and pull her to me so she can feel how hard she makes me.
I slip a hand under her dress then begin toying with her pussy through the thin, silky cloth of her panties. I can alreadyenvision what they look like, the way they hug her curves and outline her gorgeous center. She’s already drenched for me. Her breath hitches as I rub circles through her panties. She whimpers louder when I move the fabric aside and touch her heated skin. Her hands comb through my hair as I turn my attention back to her nipples.
Her hand fumbles with my belt and something in my mind snaps.This isn’t the way, I tell myself.Chloe isn’t a toy I can play with when the mood strikes!
I jerk back - yes, again- and curse under my breath as I turn away from her. We stare into one another’s eyes for a moment, and I see only confusion and hurt in her gaze. Still, I walk out the door without looking back.
8
CHLOE
Ipull my dress back up over my naked body and rush to my room. I stand in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection staring back at me. Jeremy’s kiss still stings my lips, leaving them puffy. It looks nothing like me. I can’t ever remember being so weak.
My temper flares and anger mingles with disgust. He’s my boss and a hateful person at that! Why would I ever be attracted to him? It roils my stomach so much that I want to throw up. Is this really who I am? Someone so needy for love that I let a callous, borderline abusive man lure me to him the second he shows even a hint of kindness?
My best friend is out there and she needs my support, but instead, I threw myself at her father. Where is that strong-willed person I’m supposed to be? Where is the driven woman who achieves everything she sets her mind to?
God, why didn’t I control myself? How will I face Ella now?No, Chloe, you can do better than this. It’s like I can hear Dad. He would be so disappointed in me. Damn it, I’ve royally screwed up.
I lift a shaking hand to fix my hair then I let it down. Fixing a few loose strands of hair doesn’t fix the mess I’m making of my life. I should have said no to his advances, I should have been more logical. I should have fought this but no, the moment he kissed me, I melted like wax.
Tears stream down my cheeks. I feel so dirty and conflicted. I can’t bring myself to go to the party anymore. Instead, I let myself cry, tears blurring my vision. I tug off my dress and climb into bed, curling up into a tiny ball and sobbing.
Ella will be so hurt if she finds out what I’ve done, what a terrible friend I have been to her. She’ll hate me. My best friend–no, she’s more than a friend, she’s practically my sister–will hate me.
"I’m so sorry, Ella," I whisper against my damp pillow. I cry until I fall asleep. My eyes flutter open to Ella sitting beside me and patting my head slowly.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asks with genuine concern. Instead of being pissed, she’s actually smiling at me, her eyes full of concern.
"Yes, I’m okay." I force a sheepish smile for her benefit. Her brows pinch together and she frowns slightly. I can see the alarm bells going off her head as she peers into my face.
"You’re not okay," her warm palms cup my face. "Your eyes look puffy. Have you been crying?"
"It’s nothing. I’m okay."
"Chloe, don’t give me that. You’re not okay! What’s wrong?" She sounds almost frantic, and I’m racked with guilt for causing her to worry after I already bailed on her. I skip through pages of excuses in my mind before I can come up with something convincing. Instead, my tears choose this moment to make a grand entrance and I can’t haul them back.
"Hey, what’s going on?" she pleads as I wrap my hands around her waist.
