I contently sighed, stretching out a satisfied smile on my lips. I can’t remember the last time a man made me orgasm, a pretty damn sad realization. Though that’s on them since, obviously, some men can.Who would have thought Don would be so damn good in bed? He’s a far cry from the men I’ve been with in the past. But maybe that’s the point. I was going for the social norm of ‘handsome’ and ‘fit’ and coming up short, pun intended. Yet here’s Don, who most wouldn’t call handsome or fit, but that man is packing and knows how to use it.And on that line of thinking, I’m hoping I have another condom, or maybe he does cause some morning sex sounds good right about now. I frowned as I blindly reached t
Of course, she’s still here. I’d question how she got in, but I know her. She secretly had a copy of my key. She always does that. In truth, if a man doesn’t leave me because he can’t handle being shorter, weaker, or making less money than me, they leave because of her. On more than one occasion, she’s let herself into my apartment over the years, interrupting me and my boyfriend or date in the middle of having sex. She’s a walking contradiction. She pushes men at me that she thinks would be a good match yet is constantly hovering, sending many running. I don’t understand it. Does my mother want me to have a love life or not? Because at this rate, I’m never getting married or having children. I’ll be surprised if Don calls me after this morning’s fiasco of her going all crazy bitch. I can’t believe she went so far as to put a tracking app on my phone. She’s crossing a legal line, and I will not take it. “I told you one hour, not two. I can’t imagine what would have taken so long.
See, this is how my luck goes. I don’t know why or how, but I must be cursed because it feels that way. Every relationship I’ve had, even briefly like my night with Reese, goes south. Though this is certainly a new record, one night was all it took for it to implode. I’ve never had a one-night stand in my life. This fucking sucks, mainly because I was really into Reese. Sure, we have an age gap, but it wasn’t massive or enough to give us nothing in common. We don’t have much in common, but what we did was enough. I mean fuck, she knew my house is a George F Barber! What other woman am I going to find that would know that?! None. Outside of her max level Karen mother showing up at my door, I thought everything went great. She jumped me as soon as I got her mother to leave my doorstep. We enjoyed breakfast together before I drove her home, and she gave me her number. I didn’t ask for it. She gave it to me. All signs pointed to future encounters, like actual dates that don’t involve a
I’m not sure how long I’d been in my bed crying after my mother left my apartment. My mother hasn’t always been what you’d call a sweet and encouraging woman. And yes, in my life, she’s said or done hurtful things on multiple occasions. And I forgive her because she is my mother at the end of the day. But her threats today were too much. I sniffled as I heard my front door opening. White hot rage burned the tears away at the thought that bitch had dared to return. What more could she have to say? What other ways could she find to hurt me? She’s already threatened me. Has she come to hurl insults at me as she so quickly did Don and my cousins? I stormed out of my bedroom, ready to get my mother a good cussing out, only for all my anger to fizzle at the sight of my twin brother looking sheepish. His expression, however, changed as if he so easily read me. Of course, he can read me. We’re twins. We share a bond only someone who has a twin or more can understand. “What happened? You’re
While I was relieved that her ghosting me was more about her overbearing mother than a lack of interest in me, I was livid with her mother. She’s a lawyer, so she understands the law, and that going cartoon super villain doesn’t work. What fictional world does that woman think we live in? But I can worry and be pissed about her mother later. I have much better things to focus on. Such as Reese straddling me as we tumbled onto the chaise. All issues of our height difference disappear like this. Again, I’m glad I made this, as it continues proving its worth by holding up. I can’t remember a woman who’s gotten me this worked up in such a short time. At least not since high school when I think all guys get turned on easily. I groaned as she adjusted her body, grinding her hips against me. “Fuck… Reese.” Her lips started trailing down my neck as her hands slipped under my shirt, fingers toying with my chest hair. “I don’t recommend that. I have been working on the house, and I can’t imag
I need to stop jumping that man every chance I get. I don’t want him thinking I’m usually this easy. I also don’t want him to think I’m only here for his dick. While it’s a factor, I like him for more than the sex. Just like I hope he wanted me for more than sex. I think I am. Don wouldn’t have called or texted offering dates if he was only interested in a quick fuck. And he wouldn’t be letting me stay and help with the renovations unless he’s looking to use my skills as the daughter of a man with a construction company. I doubt it, though. Looking around as I headed upstairs, I could see this house’s potential. It’s going to be amazing when it’s fully restored. And I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I’d like to be here when that happens, not just to see it but to be part of that process. Yeah, I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t usually do that. I’m always so cautious about dating, as I’ve been burned many times. But Don feels different. He’s not in a career that would benef
I find myself once again in awe of this woman. We’ve known each other briefly, and she willingly got on the phone with my mom. She didn’t even hesitate to take the phone from me and talk to my mother. Of course, talking to my mom opens a can of worms. I don’t know if it’s too early to discuss this. I mean, this is only our second time spending time together. I’ve met her psycho mother, and she’s talked to mine. But am I ready to discuss my past? If I want this to be more than a passing fling, I know I have to. I don’t want to scare her away because this woman is perfect so far. I mean, we’re on a scaffolding working side by side on restoring the ceiling of my dining room. I don’t think if I searched for a hundred years, I would find another woman who enthusiastically climbed up here and got to work. We worked silently for a while as I contemplated how even to broach this subject. But I figure it best to rip the bandaid off. “So you’ve told me about your family. Like how your mother
I know that some shady ass shit has gone down in the Frost family. People have wronged their partners. Like how mom broke dad and mamãe in high school with her lies that made mamãe out to be a cheater. And while I guess I can’t be too angry cause, since I wouldn’t have been born without her underhanded tactics, I still don’t like what she did. And some people have also wronged their families. Such as when Emma disowned Eddie for being gay until it suited her needs. On multiple occasions growing up, Emma also interfered in her brother Merrick’s love life to send girls running. His wife was the only one who didn’t run and knocked Emma on her ass. There are others, but Emma tends to be the most significant antagonist in the Frost clan. Of the ways people have wronged each other in my family, no one has ever slept with someone the other was involved with. That’s just fucked up, and even worse to do it on the wedding day in the church! Like there’s a bullet train ticket to hell if I ever