Leila“Yes. I think it is going to be better, but I never know for sure. He can be up one minute and then down the next. He is on this yo-yo journey and I’m stuck on it with him.”I had no real experience with a yo-yo journey. My life had been one flat, low ride. I had an occasional high point, but they were very few and very far in between. I empathized with him. I could see the toll the issues with his son were taking on him. “I’m really sorry. You’re a good man.”“Thank you. Some days I feel like I’m doing everything wrong. I feel like I can’t do anything right.”“None of us are perfect, but I think you certainly have a better grasp on being a good person than most of us have. You are doing great. Have you talked to Olin and told him what his actions are doing to you?”He shook his head. “I can’t put that on him. I was a little sterner than usual. I think I’ve been tiptoeing around him and it gave him the impression I was weak or a pushover. I think, I hope, we’ve cleared up that m

Christopher“Leila, I’m not joking.”She grinned. “Okay, sure, I’ll pack a bag. Give me a minute.”She walked out of the living room, leaving me alone. I scanned the scant décor and wasn’t surprised there weren’t any pictures on the walls. It was all very sterile. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was carrying a small carry-on type bag.“Ready?”“Yep, let’s go to dinner, or Niagara Falls,” she said with a wink.Obviously, she thought I was joking. I couldn’t wait to see her face when we showed up at the airport. I followed the signs to the right parking area. I reached in the back and grabbed my own overnight bag along with hers. I got out of the truck and opened her door for her. She made no move to get out.“Are you coming?”“You’re serious?” she gasped.“Yes.”She looked over my shoulder, staring at the airport beyond. I could see the nervousness on her face. “I’m not sure I should go in there,” she whispered.I leaned forward. “They’ll never know it was you.”“You k

LeilaI smiled, opening my eyes and looking into his. “Adonis,” I answered on a breath. “I’m thinking about Adonis.”He looked at me like I was crazy. “Come again?” he said with a hint of irritation.“You are my Adonis. You make me feel like Aphrodite. I imagine us on a bed of clouds, making love and experiencing all life has to offer.”He smiled, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “You are my Aphrodite. You are beautiful and strong, and you bring out the best in me.”“Don’t stop,” I said. “Make love to me.”His blue eyes darkened, and he began to move once again. His strokes went deeper, his cock feeling bigger than ever. My body opened to him, welcoming him deep inside my very soul. I could feel his need growing with every thrust and jerked my hips to meet him halfway.He was breathing hard, chasing his orgasm and taking me along for the beautiful ride. My hands ran down his arms, squeezing the biceps that were straining under his own weight. I closed my eyes, memorizing every i

Christopher“Really. My girlfriends in college went down there quite a bit, but I never went. I was always working or studying.”I leaned forward. “All of that is about to change. I want to travel the world with you. I want you to be by my side as I see things for the first time. I want to see the look on your face when you see those same things.”She hesitated. “We’ll have to see.”“Leila, it’ll be on me. I don’t think I’ve really talked much about my financial status, but trust me, I can afford to go around the world a few times.”“I believe it. You’re so humble. You said before you haven’t always been wealthy?”I had to chuckle. “No. Definitely not. We were dirt poor growing up. I was broke when I married Carlie. My wealth is fairly new. I’m what you call new money.”She rolled her eyes. “That is so snobbish. Money is money.”“Rich people don’t feel that way. At least a few that I’ve encountered. They are not fond of rags to riches stories. They like the people that were born with

LeilaChristopher’s words sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. He made it sound like we were still on the fence. I supposed we were, but it was hard not to want it all with him. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him but both of us still had one foot in the single lane.“I will always be here for you,” I managed to say.“Olin is a good kid,” he said before busting out a laugh. “I hear myself say that a lot. I think I might be trying a little too hard to convince myself.”“I doubt that. I didn’t get the feeling there was anything inherently evil about him. He’s a teenager. I’ve seen a lot worse. Olin seems like a kid trying to find his way.”He slowly nodded. “That’s my opinion as well. I want to help him, but I feel like every time I get him going down the right path, he jerks back.”“He’s independent, that’s a good thing.”“It reminds me of when he was younger, like a lot younger. He absolutely hated holding our hands when we were out somewhere. I used to get so angry. I w