A few hours have gone by since I got back from the store and made Beau lunch. It’s nighttime, and I should be on the way home, but I’m worried about Beau being alone. I am finding it hard to leave him. The hundreds of ways that his situation could become worse have been floating around in my head all day. I just can't bring myself to leave him."Delilah?""Yes?" I turn away from the TV to look at Beau."Why are you still here?""No reason." The last thing I want to do is tell him I’m worried about him. He’d make such a big deal about it." It’s not because you’re worried about me?""No.""Hmm." Beau places his hand on his chin and stares at me, with an amused glint swimming in his eyes."What?""It amazes me how you think just because you can lie about being worried about me that I will believe you.""I am not lying; it's the truth. I’m not worried about you.""It's funny how you think I can't tell you are.""Okay!” I finally say, exasperated. “Maybe I am worried about you, but I beli

It’s later that night when I get into my car and drive to the hospital like a woman with a death wish. Beau's driver, James, just called and told me that Beau is in the hospital. He couldn’t tell me why because he doesn't know any of the details. All he told me was Beau had called asking James if he could pick him up from the hospital, but James is stuck in traffic, so he asked me to help get Beau. I’ve been trying to call Beau as I drive to the hospital, but he hasn't answered. It’s making me worry that something horrible has happened to him.I finally get there and rush into the emergency ward, my eyes searching everywhere for Beau. I am a little out of breath from running into the hospital from the parking lot. Aren't I pathetic? The man broke my heart just a few hours ago, and now I’m in the hospital looking all over for him while my heart beats louder than a drum. I had considered sitting at home and pretending I didn't receive the call from James, but I couldn't. Beau doesn't de

“Will you get away from me?” I scream, trying to close my legs but only succeeding in locking his head there. “Beau,” I say, grabbing his hair and pulling. “Get your mouth away from my pussy.” What does he think he’s doing?Beau ignores me and licks. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he uses his tongue to spread me open. Oh my God, not again. Beau uses his left hand to bring my pussy closer to his mouth. I shake my head as his tongue begins to move in and out of me. There is no way I am letting this happen again. I grab more of Beau’s hair, but as I’m trying to pull him away, he takes my whole pussy into his mouth and sucks. If I move his head, he pushes it back, so all I’m doing is helping him thrust in and out of me. Oh God, I can’t, I can’t. This is too much. How much longer can I resist him? Beau is going to be the death of me.“Beau,” I moan, gripping his hair tighter. I know I shouldn’t want it, but I do. I shouldn’t love the way his mouth feels against me, but I can’t help

DELILAH I scream into my pillow and try to cool down. Once I have had my fill of screaming, I lift my face and turn to lie down on my back. All I can do is stare at the ceiling as the events of yesterday and this morning replay in my mind. My thighs pull closer together as my thoughts linger on what Beau did on our way to his apartment last night and then on what he did this morning. Turning my head, I scream into my pillow again as I remember the look on Jenny’s face as Beau kicked me out. Pure victory. It annoyed the shit out of me. But the main source of my anger is that Beau asked me to leave. I feel so hurt by what he did. How could he kick me out of his house just because his mother wanted me gone? A part of me actually thought he would fight his mother and tell her I wasn't going anywhere. His reaction isn’t surprising though. It's not the first time Beau has sided with his mother. When we were together, he never defended me against the insults she hurled my way. I should know

A sigh leaves my lips as I sit up on my office couch. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. Closing my eyes briefly, I massage my temple before turning to face Camila."Finally, you’re up; we need to leave in the next few minutes. The meeting is at 2 p.m." She stands by the couch as she speaks to me."Give me a few minutes to freshen up. I’ll meet you downstairs." I stand up from the couch and walk to my restroom."Alright, I’ll meet you downstairs." She says, walking to the door.My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had those dreams. Since he kicked me out of his house two weeks ago, it’s been nearly every time I close my eyes. I know why it’s happening, but I don't want to admit it. The worst part is that I haven't heard from or seen him at all. Sometimes the dreams aren't even sexual. They’re just plain, romantic dreams. It annoys the hell out of me. I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I’m attracted