Chapter Two

“Anthony, why don't just join us for lunch? I cooked up some chicken stew and rice. I'm sure you'll love it,” Mindy suggested as she went inside.

The thought of having some home cooked meal sounded delightful but he had a lot of work to do and this would only cause him to fall back.

“I'm fine ma, I'll just order something on my way back home,” he said. “I've got a business meeting to attend in an hour. I wouldn't want to miss it.”

Mindy’s face fell but she didn't try pushing him to stay. “Alright. We'll be expecting you over for dinner one of these days, okay?”

Anthony smiled and nodded.

Silently, Mindy and Sarah left the kitchen, giving Abby and Anthony some room to talk.

“It's been a while I've seen you,” he smiled, his eyes sweeping over her form. “It's been a long time actually.”

She looked beautiful, way better than she used to back in highschool.

“Likewise,” she responded. “I didn't know you were in Malibu. You live here now?”

He shook his head. “Not exactly. I love around a lot, so I'm not staying here permanently.”

Something in her eyes dimmed.

“What about you? When did you three move down here? It's a lovely surprise seeing you all here at the same time.”

A small smile formed across her lips. “We moved our mum down here just because she was tired of Ohio. She said she wanted something new.”

While she spoke, he couldn't help but stare at her lips, coated in nothing but lipgloss, as always. They looked plump, full and juicy.

“I've got to head inside. I had a long flight so I'm pretty burnt out,” she said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sure. I've got a meeting to get to,” he replied. “Maybe we could catch up some time over dinner?”

Abby pressed her lips into a thin line, deliberating. Something about catching up over dinner sounded a little too romantic — or was she just overthinking it? She wondered

Her fingers shifted to fiddle with the gold engagement ring on her hand and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Abby Winston, his highschool sweetheart, was married?

“Sure.”

Her response wasn't exactly encouraging. He stared at the ring and then looked at her. “Are you married?”

“About to be divorced.” There was a bit of silence after that.

“I'm sorry,” he finally said.

“It's alright.”

Anthony's expression hardened for a brief moment before it softened. “So are you down for dinner?”

She nods briefly and slides her hands into her pockets. “Sure.”

After exchanging phone numbers, Anthony heads back into his car and gets in.

Abby Winster was married? He hadn't even asked her if she had kids. Now that he was thinking about it, he didn't want to know.

He shook her off his mind and pulled out of the driveway where she stood watching, her arms crossed over her middle loosely. He waved and drove off.

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With one last grunt, Anthony pushed into Lisa, quivering, as beads of sweat dripped off his face.

He collapsed next to her and rolled over, breathless and satisfied. After two rounds, it was safe to say that they were both fagged out.

Lisa rolled over and wrapped an arm over Anthony's hard body, the bedsheets barely covering her body.

“Want me to cook up something for us?” She asked, drawing circles on his chest.

He fought back the arousing feeling growing in him. Gosh, he loved when she did that.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Aren't you tired for that? Or are you just trying to impress me?”

Lisa chuckled. “You wish.”

Gently, she got out of bed, allowing the bedsheets to fall off her body as she made her way to the bathroom without stopping to grab a shirt or towel.

Without clothes, Lisa sauntered into the bathroom— hips swaying effortlessly. Anthony got out of bed minutes later, following her into the bathroom to freshen up.

Lisa was beautiful— light tanned skin that gleamed under water droplets.

“Do you need some soap?” She asked, her voice meek but those eyes seductive.

Anthony said nothing but watched, water running down his bare body. She lathered up some soap in her hands and began to massage it into his skin.

Her small soft hands travelled north then skipped over his slowly hardening member, her fingers worked on his thighs.

A wave of warmth spread throughout his body as he stood there enjoying every moment — every touch.

Even after two rounds, he could feel himself getting all excited again and Lisa could tell. Her hands worked up to his shaft, gently massaging and stroking. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back on the cool tiles.

For a split second, he imagined Abby before him, stroking him and massaging him. That was all the imagination it took for his ‘friend’ to come to life.

Shit.

It was wrong to picture someone else especially when he was in a relationship but he couldn't help it.

She pumped, caressing and squeezing, kneading like her life depended on it. Several minutes later and he had returned from his high, exhausted.

“I'm tired sweetheart,” he said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“That was a lot,” Lisa comments, as she washed her hands off under running water.

He flashed her a smile and tried to ignore the fact that it was because of a different woman, that was why he'd gotten so excited again.

Shit. This was was only his first time seeing her for so many years. If he couldn't control his thoughts, he was screwed.