Semua Bab Dump the Cheater, Go for the Hotter: Bab 61 - Bab 70

“Smart ass,” he breathes against my lips with a smile. He picks me up and throws me onto the bed. I bounce as a thrill of excitement runs through me. He’s in that mood—the crazy, fuck-all-night mood he gets in.“Where have you been?” I ask.He rips his shirt over his shoulders. “In the bar trying to make myself leave.”I smile and bite my bottom lip as I watch his pants slide down his legs. He’s semi-hard and my eyes linger on his groin.Oh, he’s just so…He walks around to the side of the bed as he watches me from above. “Legs open,” he snaps.I lie on my back and spread my legs, and he smiles darkly as his eyes linger on my sex.“There she is,” he whispers in wonder. He spreads me wide with his fingers so he can see everything, and I close my eyes. No matter how often he looks at me like this, it always seems too intimate, too close for what we are supposed to be.He bends and licks my flesh and I see his cock harden instantly. His eyes meet mine as he bites my clitoris, forcing me

A trace of a smirk crosses his face and he shakes his head. “Just when I think you can’t possibly shock me any more than you already have.”A smirk crosses my face, matching his.“Then you go and get all sexier and even more shocking on me.” He rushes to me and I squeal in laughter. He throws me over his shoulder and slaps my behind hard.“Put me down,” I yell. “Put me down.”He turns the shower to freezing cold and I kick to try and get away.“You…” He slides me down his thick body. “Have been a very bad girl and you need to be punished.”The water is freezing and I laugh out loud as he pins me up against the wall with his body.“Who’s going to punish me?” I breathe as I smile up at him.“I am.”“Can I have the bacon and eggs, please?” I ask the waitress.“I will have the same thanks,” Stace adds.“Oh, and two coffees, please.” I smile.“Is that all?” she asks as she scribbles on her notepad.“Yes, thanks.”We are sitting in a café having breakfast. I had to come out alone this morni

I have told some porkies in my life.He finally gets the sock undone and fiddles around before he takes them out of the sock and lays them out in the bottom of the locker.“Holy fuck,” he whispers in amazement.I smile proudly. “I did good?” I know I did, but I just want to hear him say it out loud.He kisses me quickly on the lips. “You did great, babe.”He points to the five smallest and I nod as he picks them up. I put my purse into the locker and he loads them into the change compartment.I smile broadly and his hand drops to my hipbone before he kisses me again, his lips lingering over mine. “We should celebrate tonight.”“What do you want to do?” I smile.He shrugs. “Find a bar where they play that hippy song you love so much.”I smile goofily at him as hope blooms in my chest. Another date. This is the first time that I can remember being truly happy. He knows my story, my fucked up story, and yet he likes me anyway. Nobody has ever known my truth about my life on the run and t

She rolls onto her back and thinks for a moment and I put my open hand onto her stomach as I wait for her answer. “I suppose I would just want all the normal things any girl wants.”“Like what?”She shrugs. “A husband who loved me, white picket fence in the country, two kids.” She smiles wistfully. “A dog.” Her voice trails off. “I always wanted a dog.”I watch her. “You never had a dog?”She shakes her head softly as if ashamed. “No.”Sadness fills me. A simple thing like having a dog is her dream. We lay in silence for a moment and I stare up at the ceiling and pull her body across mine. I kiss her forehead. “Sounds nice,” I murmur. “Where would this white picket fence house be?”“I don’t know, somewhere with rolling green acres,” she murmurs, as if far away.I flicker my eyes over to her. “Could we build my mom a house on our land?” I smirk.She pulls back to look at my face and smiles broadly. “Depends.”“On what?”“On whether she likes dogs.”I laugh out loud and she leans up on

“Where are you from?” the waitress asks, interrupting my thoughts.“All over,” I reply, then I think for a moment. Maybe she will know something. “Tell me, if I had some jewellery to sell, where would I sell it?”“What kind of jewellery?” she asks.“I have an inheritance to sell. Gold, diamonds, a few rubies and sapphires.”Her eyes dance with delight. “An inheritance?”I nod and I know she knows that there is no inheritance.“Most people sell things to Big Al.”“Big Al?” I ask. “Where is he?”“Teusaquillo.”I nod, knowing that’s not far from here. “Do you have a number for him?”She smirks as her eyes hold mine. “Don’t you want my number?”I lick my lips; it would be so easy… stop it. “Not really,” I reply. “I’m here on work.”She raises her brow in disappointment.“Can I have the number?” I ask.“Sure,” she replies, dejected. Camilla disappears into the kitchen and my eyes flicker over to Rosh.What?She is sitting on one of the men’s laps, laughing out loud. I start to see red.Unc