Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Tonight Anthony was dressed in a white polo shirt and a pair of black khakis to match. His hair was tied back into a low bun and his eyes zoomed in on Abby as she approached him.

“You look good,” she complimented, offering a smile. He mirrored her smile and pulled her in for a hug that surprised her.

“You just got out of the shower didn't you,” he said, stifling a laugh as he breathed in her scent.

“What're you doing here?” She asked. “You didn't tell me you were coming over and besides it's going to start raining any moment.”

“I thought I'd take you to a surprise dinner,” he replied, his expression serious but his gaze seductive.

Abby glanced back at the house, hiding a blush. “I can't go out dressed like this. Maybe you could give me a few minutes to change?”

“Dinner's at my place. We could leave now,” he suggested, holding open the door for her.

Her cheeks quickly tainted red.

Meanwhile, Sarah walked out onto the porch dressed in a loose Tee and a pair of shorts. Her expression was disapproving. Abby had always been stubborn, jumping at whoever showed her the least attention.

“Hi Sarah,” Anthony called out, giving a little wave that Sarah didn't bother returning. “She still hates me doesn't she?”

Abby scoffed. “Of course she does. You weren't exactly the nicest guy back in highschool.”

Anthony stifled a laugh and moved aside to let Abby in.

Dressed in just a simple old Tee and butt shorts, Abby sat waiting for him to get in. Her heart was racing, not because she was excited but because it was all happening a little too fast.

One minute she was mad at him and the next minute she was on the way to his house for a surprise dinner.

Anthony's house was a beautiful condo in a much more secluded spot in town. Every once in a while they'd drive past a house.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said as they walked in. Nothing about his place seemed humble— from the furnitures to the interior design. It was simply exquisite.

“What'd you do for a living?” She found herself asking.

“I'm an architect. Ever heard of wells and co?” Abby shook her head, surprising Anthony. “You should look it up. It's a little tricky explaining what we do.”

While he disappeared into his room to change, Abby moved around, taking in the beautiful room.

He returned several moments later, dressed in a simple tank top and a pair of dark grey sweatpants. He was breathtaking.

“You're staring,” he said, a faint smirk dancing against his lips. Abby looked away and walked towards the kitchen where dinner had already been set up.

“This is beautiful,” she gushed.

“I'm glad you like it.”

Throughout dinner, they talked over little topics with Anthony revealing only a little about himself but Abby wasn't payingal attention. She was already carried away by everything.

An hour later and they were cuddled on the couch, watching TV. This had to be the best surprise dinner Abby had ever had.

Now she was partly laid out on Anthony's body, halfway. He traced his fingers over her skin, where her shirt had ridden up. She relished the feeling, shutting her eyes whilst bitinf back a moan.

“Let me know when you want to stop,” he whispered. Abby didn't want him to stop, heck, she wanted more.

Within minutes of Anthony skimming his fingers across the right spots, Abby was done playing games. She sat up, straddling him and before she could rethink her decision, she sealed her lips to his.

Anthony quickly responded, devouring her lips, a low groan in his throat. Warmth spread between them.

It had been so long— a decade since they'd kissed and now, it felt even better than either of them could've possibly imagined. Every worry, every trace of anger fizzled off into nothing.

Anthony skillfully moved his lips from her lower lip to her neck, just where she liked. Abby's head titled back as a moan slid through her parted lips.

Her hips moved on their own, rocking against his lower half until she could feel something pressing against her core.

She moved faster and suddenly, the air no longer felt cold. Hunger mixed with lust gleamed in both their eyes.

Anthony fiddled with her shirt, tugging it over her head once he'd felt she was comfortable and began to lick her skin.

She was soft, just the way he liked it.

Creating some space between them, Abby worked her hands on his pants, tugging them off. His bulge pushed through his pants and that was when she realized he had no briefs on.

She felt wet instantly at the sight. He was huge, not painfully huge but just big enough. Mike was nothing close to this.

“Fuck,” he groaned the moment she took all of him in. He was starting to see stars. Abby felt different than Lisa, but in the best way.

She rode him slowly, painfully until he couldn't take it anymore and suddenly, he had flipped her over, ready to take her in from the back when the front door swung open and Lisa appeared, soaked from head to toe.

Before Abby had even sighted Lisa, Anthony — on instinct— had pushed her away. She slammed her side into his coffee table, which thankfully was rounded and not squared.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Lisa yelled, her eyes heavy with tears. She stared between Anthony and Abby in disbelief.

“This is who you cancelled plans for?!” She continued. “Anthony you left me just because of an argument, so you could sleep with this whore?”

Abby wanted to state otherwise but she let Lisa yell. Even she hadn't expected this. Surely Anthony wouldn't have made a move on her if he was with someone else… right?

A tear rolled down Lisa's face. “It was our anniversary and you ruined it,” she sobbed and that was when it all came crashing down on Abby.

All the dots connected immediately. The surprise dinner wasn't for her but for Lisa.