help. Thankfully, she stayed quiet as we waited for our food, and then the only conversation we had was about how good the food was. She had her extra cheese, and I imagined the waitress probably wanted to spit in it, so I left her a really good tip. Just for keeping her cool despite Michelle’s demand for a new glass of wine because she’d managed to get a piece of cheese in it. Or the fact that she wanted different forks for her various dishes, a new tub of tortillas because her old ones had gone cold, and the moment when she sent her dessert back twice, because the apple pie wasn’t hot enough.
I was ready to ditch her by then, but I told myself I wasn’t here to like the woman and start a new relationship; I was there to fuck her and get Stephanie out of my system. Luckily, Michelle had a seductive body, and if she’d shut up, I might be able to rise to the occasion.
As soon as we were back in the room assigned to us, she pushed me against
the door and kissed me aggressively. “I want you to fuck me right now, Dylan.
Get those clothes off.”
“Okay,” I said and pushed her away. She needed a mint, which she’d refused
after the dinner we’d had, and to tone down the dominance. That wasn’t my game. Not with her.
“You need to hurry; I have another date in an hour,” she said as I went to the couch to settle down.
I’d gone to sit there because I thought it would give her a minute to freshen up, but she followed me. “Did you pay already or are you paying after? I’m just wondering if you’re going to leave a tip? I’m saving up for a trip to Hawaii.”
“Oh. I have paid, but I can leave a tip too.” She was really turning me off at this point, and I wanted to tell her to shut up and get my dick out of my pants for me.
“Goody!” she cried with glee, and I frowned. Seriously?
She sat beside me and pushed her face into my neck and grabbed at my crotch with her right hand. I jumped but let her work her technique on me.
Nothing happened until she sighed, and my brain immediately remembered Stephanie’s sounds. I was hard as a rock then, but not for Michelle.
“Oh, baby, you’re ready for momma, aren’t you? Does baby need a titty too?” She pushed the open panel of her dress aside and revealed a bare breast to me. Only, I didn’t want to touch her at all now.
“Um…” I looked at her with an expression that I couldn’t control. Her words disgusted me, and when she tried to press her breast in my face, I’d backed up.
“No.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?” She looked confused and a little miffed as she glared at me.
Michelle was obviously far too dominant for my tastes, and she had some odd kink that I wasn’t into at all. I pushed her away and stood. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Not feeling well all of a sudden.”
“But you haven’t fucked me yet! You know we don’t give refunds, right?”
She bared her other breast, as if that would tempt me.
It might have if I hadn’t spent an hour and a half at a restaurant with her, only to come back and have her start some mommy fetish with me. If she’d just stayed quiet, I might have been able to fuck her; I might have been able to stamp Stephanie out of my memory, but she just wouldn’t shut up.
“It’s alright, I don’t need the money back. Take it. And here, this too.” I took a $50 out of my pocket and handed it to her. “Thanks, but yeah, not feeling
well.”
Obviously, I wasn’t going to get Stephanie out of my system that way.
Maybe a week wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t long enough to form an attachment or anything. I needed to talk to Roxie. I’d fucked up; maybe I could fix the night before it was over with.
I thought about offering her two weeks but knew how easily I became bored.
I couldn’t get her out of my system with one night, but surely a week would do it? She was only a woman, after all. Right?
14
EMILY
I t wasn’t any surprise that when I turned my phone on around five that
evening it vibrated for a full five minutes. Mason had blown my
phone up. I thought it would burst into flames before it finally came to a rest. I stared at it for a few seconds once it finally stopped, not sure it was done.
I opened the cover on it and pressed the button so the screen would come on.
Mason had called, stalked my Facebook, Instagram; he’d even been on my Snapchat and sent me texts. He needed me; Laura was ill. I felt bad that I’d ignored my phone all day, when he’d truly needed me this time, but I hadn’t been there.
“Mason, how’s it going?” I asked once he’d picked up my call. I’d dialed him back as soon as I saw the message that Laura was in the hospital.
“Not so good, sis. We have the plane at the airport. Can you make it back here tonight?” Mason sounded tired, even over the phone, and a pang of guilt pierced my heart.
“Of course, Mason.” I thought about Mr. Dark, but I knew that could wait.
“What have they said about her condition?”
“Her gallbladder has to come out. It’s about to rupture, and if that happens, she’ll have a much longer recovery and have a lot of procedures. I don’t know; the doctor said so much I couldn’t take it all in.” I heard a note of panic in his voice and wanted to say, this, this is when you call me, but I didn’t.
