Virginia's POV
Shit.
Unable to sit still while awaiting a response from Brooks, I paced and fiddled with everything from my inner cheek to the ends of my hair. Realizing that Landon was completely out of his two backup inhalers and that Brooks had another one in his jacket pocket from the night before, I was desperate for the comfort of the albuterol. He was fine, actually better than, but I couldn't risk him having an attack and being without it on hand. Especially with the newfound 'civility' between Brooks and me. After a total of half an hour without a response and a call to Delaney, his assistant, only to be told she isn't an 'errand bitch', I managed to convince her to come sit at the condo while I went to Brooks myself.
The supper club was a place I felt guilty even looking at let alone entering. There wasn't a woman without a drink in her hand, a dress a bit too tight, or a scowl on her face as I made my way inside. The men paid little att
Brooks' POV I managed to spend the entire drive home from taking my fingers around her gloriously thick thigh as if to claim some sort of quiet ownership as we drove. I was even proud of myself for the fact my eyes stayed on the road, even if I closed them to focus on her scent I hoped engrained itself into the very fabric of the seat so I could have her next to me whenever she wasn't physically there. "Get out." It was more of a plea than a command. The worry came in knowing that I wouldn't touch or kiss her for the first time as if she was the virgin I knew she was. I wouldn't slowly glide my hand across her cheek and take time deepening a kiss until it made her breathless. I wouldn't tell her how beautiful she was or how long I've thought about this. I wouldn't be a gentleman and then walk her to the door afterward. After tonight, after the last few weeks, after seeing her meet my eyes without shame as I talked about exactly how m
Virginia's POV It wasn't fair for men like Brooks Callahan to know how to kiss. Because he didn't just kiss, he consumed. His touch, along with his taste, lingered long after the kiss ended and with just one brush of my fingertips to my mouth and I was already transported back into that car as if we weren't interrupted. By the time my alarm sounded for the start of that next morning, my mind conjured more than enough scenarios. They always began the same with my orgasm pulling through and his face darkening with clear lust. Where he took me changed from the hood of the car to the backseat and even in his office as if we were following the storyline of being interrupted. But even if the journey may have differed, the destination was always the same, it left me giving my virtue to him. If we would have remained, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I would have. I still couldn't tell if I was grateful or disappointed that I hadn't. Coming down the stairs to bre
Brooks' POV See you Soon. The text stared me down as I counted each grueling second closing in closer to eight o'clock. I considered asking her to wear those panties that plagued me for the past few weeks, knowing that throughout the night they would be soaked through because of me. Even if she didn't want me to touch her, I would give the little touches and teasing words that could have the same effect if the way she affected me was any indication. Instead, I remained patient but snippy to those around me, including a very frustrated Delaney. Virginia was a few seconds away from creaming her panties if not for her. That was why I'd given my assistant the runaround and tasked her with the tedious role of finding a reservation so last minute. Even using my name at many popular restaurants was met with obs
Two Months Ago"I'll take her home!" Damien exclaimed as he slipped out from the rest Aimee had made against his chest. "It gives me the chance to learn all those embarrassing little stories about you, babe." He gave her a charming wink that if I didn't know him, may have even put the heat behind my cheeks. But knowing it was all a manipulative tactic to veil whatever he truly wanted, I glared when neither of them were looking. "I can take an Uber.""And pay the ridiculous fees for the city? Don't be silly, I'm going that way anyway." My heart twisted for a detail it didn't seem Aimee caught. He didn't ask where I lived and still knew where to go.He had been watching me. "I'll be back soon, Aimes." She blew a large kiss and gave me an even bigger smile and I didn't have it in my heart to tell her just who Damien was. After all, maybe he truly liked Aimee. How could you not? She was my perpetual girl crush most days, Kate Upton a close second.
Brooks' POV It was only an hour's flight from the airport in D.C. to our touchdown in the Hamptons, but I refused to be enclosed with her for longer than what was absolutely necessary. That damn jasmine perfume still lingered in my car, even after two months, and having her strengthen it with her presence again only affected my reservations against her. If not for the way her phone lit up and she hid it away with shame as we both knew who was on the other end, it was a painful but necessary reminder that she was no different than Camille. Even with reminders and reservations, precautions to keep a distance, it was impossible to control everything around her. Anger coming out more often than not. "You need to shut off your phone." I explained with venom in my order. "I was just turning it-"
Virginia's POV "I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear most days, let alone to a country club..." I whined into the video call while Aimee was grinning at the sight of my effort. For years she tried to give me a 'makeover' of the tennis skirts and sweater vests as she said it fit my 'vibe', but I was more comfortable in what had the cheapest price tag. "As long as you aren't dressing up for him..." She eyed me with a friendly skepticism. "I'm dressing up so they let me in." We both shared a chuckle before I pulled a dress for her to view. It was only one of two dresses I owned, this one was cut just above my knees by a faded pea green skirt with an off-white square neckline made up of a woven fabric that made it look almost h
Virginia’s POV For how many kinds were tasked with joining the sides of their parents for dinners like these, it was a shame there wasn't more for them to do. Instead, they had to sit back and smile brightly despite the fact they were completely bored out of their minds. Even as I tried to play a version of 'I-Spy' with Landon, he lost interest quickly and refocused on Camille. Worse than that, the man and his daughter that she treated as her own. If it broke my heart to see it, I could only imagine what it had done to Landon's. "Do you want to get out of here?" Landon perked up and nodded as I leaned towards him. "Follow my lead?" He nodded, throwing his cloth napkin quickly where he was sitting, before following me as we moved to Brooks. "He has to go to the
Brooks’ POV I kissed her. After refraining from acting on anger or pure lust, I broke through all of my qualms after she'd asked a simple question. Are you okay? But in hindsight, I knew it was more than this. It was the way she'd been magnetized to Landon all night when his own mother couldn't even bother with a two minute conversation. It was how she stood her ground despite the fact I was purposely cruel to her. More than this, it was how she still put her compassion above her own emotions as she joined me at the water's edge to make sure I didn't drown myself in the liquor or the Atlantic. And for one moment of fractured strength, I pulled her into me and she abdicated all the same. For however l