by Jamie Knight
"Look, the sex was amazing, I'll admit that, but I don’t need your business advice. I told you, this was just a hook-up. And it’s over. So, you need to leave now," I say coldly, as I turn away from him.
I have never felt so patronized. How dare he use my business to get to me like that?
I know Tammy will not be happy to hear this development, but I don’t care if I’ve let her down. My pride is too important to me to just brush this off. I have probably ruined things for once and for all between Andrew and me, but at least I still have my self-respect.
Chapter 19 - Andrew
It's a month later. I'm at a happy hour with Brian and James, per usual. They are laughing and joking. But I'm staring into my drink.
I still can't believe things didn't work out between Sheila and me. I know it's been over a month, but I still can't get over her. If only I had gotten her to say yes to continuing to see me, I know we could have been something special.
Brian knows what's bothering me. He tries to include me in the conversation he and James are having, but he gives up after a while. I just don't feel like talking right now, and he knows it.
I hate to admit it but I’ve been down in the dumps for a month and I don’t know what’s going to get me out of it. My friends have suggested hooking up with someone new, but I just don’t feel like it. Brian has been working on getting a local auction company established and he keeps telling me that buying another virgin will be the secret to my successful recovery.
And yet I don’t feel like doing that. The idea of fucking, touching or even looking at another woman doesn’t spark any kind of joy in me. It’s as if my experiences with Sheila were so good that they ruined any that could have happened between another woman and me in the future.
Eventually, I’m sure it could become a big enough problem that I’d want to try to fix it. But for now, I’m not ready to stop wallowing in missing Sheila.
I finish my drink and am about to order another, so I look up. I was scanning the room for our waitress but suddenly all I can do is look at the entrance to the restaurant in shock.
I think I'm imagining things, so I blink a couple of times but no, it's really happening.
Sheila is here in the restaurant.
She spots me and starts to walk over.
I excuse myself from the table and walk over to meet her. Brian and James look at me in surprise but continue their conversation, as if not wanting to intrude on whatever the fuck is about to go down between Sheila and me.
I stand up and start walking over, as if not wanting to miss out on this opportunity. Or maybe I just want to be away from the prying eyes of my friends. Something propels me like a zombie to get out of my chair and head that way.
I meet Sheila in the middle of the restaurant.
"Is everything ok?" I ask in concern.
I'm hoping it’s not a worst case scenario, such as Aaron coming back to screw with her some more.
"No, everything is fine," she says, and I finally allow myself to exhale the breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.
She is hesitating about something, though. That must is clear. A silence fills the air, as I wait for her continue, since she’s the one who came here to where she had to have known I’d be – it’s the local watering hole where my friends and I always meet up for happy hour at right about this time.
Finally, just when I thought this whole ordeal might turn out to be nothing at all, she admits, "I need your help with a little problem. If you have time."
I'm guessing that it's something business related, so I say "Of course, anything. Just tell me what you need."
I'm so happy that she's here that I can't stop staring at her. I’ve missed her pretty face and her curvy body so much. I’ve missed the sound of her voice, even, and the way she smells like fresh outdoors in the spring time, mixed with a touch of lavender shampoo.
I have to force myself to concentrate on her problem.
"Ok, well, I've hired some employees to help me and I've tried ordering some new flowers to sell at the store. It’s all ended up turning into a great big clusterfuck. I don't know how to deal with an expanding business so I figured that I would ask you because this is your area of expertise," she explains.
I smile and tell her, "Calm down and take a deep breath. It's going to be fine."
She does that and asks, "So you will really help me?"
I smile and reply, "Off course! But you have to agree to do something for me in return.”
“What’s that?” she asks, with a mischievous smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
“Nothing too earth-shattering or life-changing. Just have a drink with my friends and me."
I wink at her. I'm both excited and surprised when she agrees. I gently put my arm around her as we walk back to the table. She remembers Brian and is polite as I introduce her to James.
Brian gives me a teasing grin and I mouth at him to "shut up." Sheila orders a drink and effortlessly joins in the conversation. We spend the rest of happy hour laughing and joking.
"I like her, Andrew," James comments.
Sheila smiles at his compliment.
"Yeah, you should have told us she was so witty and charming," Brian says.
"Well, you can't have her. She's mine," I joke.
They both laugh.
I freeze as I realize what I said. I probably frightened Sheila away. I know how she gets about this whole “no commitment” thing. She's sitting next to me, so I turn and look at her. But then I'm surprised to see her smiling at me.
I'm about to apologize to her for what I said, but instead I say, "You know I have some business systems on my home computer that I can show you."
I'm thrilled when she flirts back.
She whispers, "I bet you do..." softly, so no one else hears.
I smile at her and wink again at the feisty personality I’ve missed just as much as I’ve missed her looks.
We finish our drinks. And then, for a change, Brian and James are the ones who are heading back to the office. I'm going home with Sheila.
James congratulates me quietly before we go our separate ways. Sheila and I climb into the limo. I don't know if it’s the drinks or what, but we spend the whole ride kissing and touching each other.
I don't think either of us can wait much longer. As soon as we walk through my front door, we start pulling each other’s clothes off. Sheila is already moaning and begging for me.
She pulls me over to the couch and lays down all spread open for me. We both want each other so bad that I don't hesitate. I'm immediately inside her.
It feels great to be with her again. She must feel the same way. She's moaning even louder than the other times. I want to take my time, for us to enjoy it, but we are both so turned on that we cum fast. Sheila looks up at me and says "again." This time she turns over.
I love every curve of her body I decide to tease her a little and use my fingers to get her ready. When I feel how hard her clit is with desire, I know she's ready for me. She braces herself against the armrest as I slide inside her again.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” I tell her. “I want to fuck you again and again to make up for lost time. My dick just wants to live in you.”
“My pussy wants that, too,” she says, and I’m glad she has such a positive reaction to what I’d said, since it accidentally implied some kind of commitment.
“You missed me doing this, didn’t you?” I ask her, playing with her nipples in between my fingers.
“Yes, Sir,” she says, sighing happily.
“And you missed this, too?” I ask, as I rub her clit while my cock thrusts in and out of her.
“Yes, I did.”
I cup her ass cheeks and spank them a little, saying, “You’re such a bad girl, missing the way my cock feels in your pussy.”
I love hearing her as she enjoys herself and calls out my name. I know what she wants, so I go faster until we both c
um again. Then we both lay on the couch, feeling dazed. I look over at her and I notice how beautiful she looks; her face is flush from the desire and excitement.
She surprises me by getting up and sitting in my lap. We spend the next while kissing. She moans as I trace my fingers over her body, paying special attention to her nipples and breasts. We're too tired to do much else right now.
Afterwards, she sits on the couch dressed in one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers. I can't help but feel a little proud to see her like that. I really feel like she's mine.
I get up and get us something to drink. Then, walking back into the room, I put the drinks down on the coffee table but she's too busy looking around the house to pay attention. I can tell she's impressed by it.
I run upstairs to my room and slip on a pair of pajama pants. I grab my laptop so I can help her with her business. I'm still happily thinking about her, but the other part of my brain can't help but focus on the business.
I come back downstairs and sit on the couch beside her. I'm excited to show her my business ideas.
"Everything ok?" I ask, as I turn on the computer.
I think I startled her because she jumps before answering "yes."
Then she laughs her charming laugh and I seriously think I’m in love.
Chapter 20 - Sheila
As Andrew went to get us drinks, I could only sit and stare in amazement. His house is incredible! I knew that billionaires had luxury residences, but I was not expecting this.
I probably jumped a little when he got back into the room because I was caught staring at the place. I can't help it. I take a sip of the glass of tea that he brought me.
Then I turn and try to concentrate on what he is showing me on the computer. It’s hard to focus right now after such mind-blowing sex, but I need help with my business.
After all, that is the reason why I called him. I have got to stop lying to myself. Everyone knows that I have feelings for him. Especially me.
Why can't I just admit it already?
Why do I have to keep being stubborn about it?
I'm very impressed by the things that he's showing me and telling me.
He sounds passionate and like he really knows what he's doing. Maybe he really can help my business. He shows me systems and apps that he's designed, pointing out which ones would be good at controlling inventory and dealing with employees.
Wow. I was right to turn to him for help. He has specific systems that I need and so much more. I try not to be impressed by that but fail. I hope he doesn't notice how floored I am by everything he brings to the table – I’m not used to feeling so dependent on someone else.
"He's got some really great ideas," I think, as I listen to him talk.
"I can also build you a website that will help you sell online," he says.
"That sounds like a pretty big project but, if it can help make me more money, then great!" I reply.
"I’ll have my team start working on it immediately. Most of the ones I’d be using are in California. If you want, maybe I can take you to my other house out there. You can see the city and meet my other friends at the main branch of the firm?" he suggests.
I feel a momentary flash of fear as he says that.
"This sounds pretty serious. I thought we weren't looking for anything serious?" I ask.
He laughs a little and turns to me.
"Let me ask you a question. Did you honestly call me just to help with your business?" he asks.
I squirm a little in my seat.
Now is the moment of truth.
I decide to follow my heart and be completely honest.
"The reason I called you is..."
I pause out of nervousness.
"…because I can't stop thinking about you," I confess softly.
I look around the room. I feel a little better now that I got my feelings out, but I also feel a little embarrassed. When I finally get the courage to look at him again, I'm happy to see that he's smiling at me.
"That's good, since I think I love you," he replies.
I get butterflies in my stomach when he says that. He turns off the computer and stands up. I look at him with curiosity. He picks me up and carries me upstairs.
We are in his bedroom. He tosses me gently on the bed then closes the door.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I need to punish you for being a bad girl and making me wait a month to see you again," he says.
"You must promise never to do that again," he instructs me.
"Um, ok, I promise," I say.
I'm kind of confused by this turn of events.
"I don't know if I believe you," he replies.
He pulls something out of the dresser. My heart pounds as I see it’s a pair of handcuffs.
Then he ties me to the bed with my ass up in the air. I don't know whether to be shocked or excited. He spanks me once.
"Now promise me," he says.
I repeat the promise to him, but he spanks me again. He keeps spanking me until I'm screaming the words "I promise!" to him.
I don't know how much more of this I can take. But I also can’t help but love it. It really turns me on when he punishes and disciplines me.
I love ass cheeks sting and turn red because of what he does to them. I love the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.
I want him so bad, and he finally gives me what I want, sliding his big cock inside me.
“Oh, yeah,” I moan. “That feels so good.”
I reach up to put my arms around him but then I remember they’re tied down.
As if knowing what I was trying to do, he laughs and kisses me as he fucks me. He’s plunging himself all the way inside me, and making my pussy quiver.
I call out his name as I cum, and he cums in me, too, filling me up with the sweet, warm liquid I’ve missed so much.
Then we pant together, and instead of letting me loose like I’m expecting, he cups my ass again.
“I’m glad you promised me that,” he says.
He spanks me again, and I feel a jolt of happiness.
It’s like my body wants and his needs his hands all over me all the time.
Before he spanks me again, he says, "If you are really serious about it, then say that you agree to be my wife."
I'm shocked by this. I wasn't expecting him to say that, of course. I don't know what to say.
I’m happy by it, but definitely surprised.
Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be. Everything has happened so fast between Andrew and me. I know that I love him, or I never would have come back into his life.
Sure, the business advice and help is nice, but I never would have accepted it if I wasn’t ready to feel truly vulnerable and committed. I’m finally letting my guard down for the first time ever, opening up to someone and letting them help me instead of insisting on being stubbornly independent like I always used to do.
I had even told myself – and Tammy – that I loved Andrew, before deciding to see him again. We have a once in a lifetime kind of love and I don’t want to let it go. He’s not only helping me with my business, but he also saved my life.
The one thing that’s holding me back from saying yes, though, is a feeling of guilt. It’s almost as if I feel like I don’t deserve Andrew. After he rescued me, I’d paid him back by ignoring him.
Why must I be so stubborn and pig-headed?
It almost cost me love.
I decided I don’t want to let that happen again. Since Andrew is willing to open his heart to me, the least I can do is return the favor and give into love, even though it’s a scary prospect.
He’s looking at me as if still waiting for an answer. I don’t want to deny him anymore. I’ll give into anything he wants. And I’d be happy to be his wife that I don’t want him to think that’s why I’m hesitating.
So, I finally say, "Yes. Yes, I will be!"
He unties me and pulls me i
nto his arms and we kiss. I have never felt so happy before.
"You know, I think we make a great team," he says.
His words make me smile.
“Me too,” I tell him. “And also, I wanted to let you know I’m sorry about how I dealt with everything. I shouldn’t have pushed you out of my life. I was scared to love.”
“I understand,” he says, kissing me. “And you’re forgiven. I’m just glad the two of us are back together, and I’m never going to let you go again.”
I'm glad he and I are on the same page again and I’m determined to keep us there, too Plus, I’m so excited! I can't wait to call Tammy and tell her what just happened. As he lays me down on the bed, I think about how lucky I am. We spend some time just cuddling in bed.
Eventually Andrew falls asleep next to me. As we lay there, I think about how things have changed. How much I have changed, because of him.
I swore off love and marriage long ago. I said that it wasn't for me, that I could never feel things like that. Yet deep down, I was just too afraid to give into those feelings and admit them.
I snuggle up next to Andrew and am ready to fall asleep. Today was an interesting and exciting day.
In the morning, I'll call Tammy. I can't wait to hear her reaction. I also can't wait to tell her that she was right. Taking her advice and opening my heart to Andrew was the best choice I ever made.
For the first time in my life, I am in love and I couldn't be happier about it. That's the truth.
I start to think about the business, how Andrew’s plans will help me, but then my thoughts change. I start to think of Andrew and me in California.
What would that be like?
I fall asleep dreaming of the two of us together. We travel the world and visit different places, both of us happy just to be with each other.
That must be what Marsha and her husband feel like with each other. That is what makes love and marriage so appealing.
I guess I was wrong about everything.
Sometimes life can turn into a fairy tale especially when you least expect it.
Chapter 21 - Sheila