Accidentally His

by Brooks, Sarah J.

  Accidentally His

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Special Invitation

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Preview of “Damaged Love”

  About the Author

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Copyright © 2018 by Sarah J. Brooks

  In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Chapter 1

  Jordan

  To be honest, I already knew that Rob and I were not a good fit. The chemistry wasn’t there. The passion for each other wasn’t there, but he was a safe bet. Not a fulfilling relationship at all, but I felt safe around Rob, and that was what I was looking for at that moment in my life.

  “How’s that feel?” Rob asked as he thrust on top of me.

  “Good.”

  “Yeah, you’re so damn beautiful. Cum for me, baby,” he groaned.

  “Oh, you feel so good inside me,” I said in my best impression of an excited woman.

  I’d been faking it with Rob since the first time we slept together. It was a little surprising to me that he thought a woman acted like this when she was truly excited, but then again, I bet his past girlfriends had similar issues.

  Rob really was a decent guy. He opened the car door for me and paid for dinners. He was a little self-absorbed and talked about himself more than asking about me, but most guys were like that. I’d concluded that I just wasn’t able to be attracted to guys like I used to. My ex had totally ruined relationships for me.

  “Cum, Jordan. I want to hear you scream,” Rob said passionately as he moved on top of me.

  There was no way around it. If I didn’t fake an orgasm, he was going to continue thrusting on top of me for the next twenty minutes. He’d continue doing the same boring thing over and over and expect that I would somehow get excited and cum for him. It wasn’t worth the stress, and I was already exhausted from my day. I did what I had to do.

  My fingers clenched around his back and dug into him as I wrapped my legs tightly around his thrusting bottom. I thrust harder against him to show my enthusiasm and started to breathe heavier to make the whole thing a little more believable.

  After a respectable amount of time, I let the fake moans fly. “Yes, oh just like that,” I grunted and moved against him. “Oh, I’m going to cum,” I said in what I thought was a very unconvincing voice.

  “Yes, cum,” Rob growled back at me.

  In Rob’s defense, he did want me to have an orgasm. I genuinely believed he would have kept thrusting and thinking about baseball as long as necessary so I could have an orgasm. The problem was, I couldn’t have an orgasm with Rob. He didn’t do any moves except thrusting on top of me. He could hardly even look at me as we made love, and when I did try to offer suggestions for other positions or things to try, he always turned them down.

  He wanted to be the good guy and let me cum first, but Rob didn’t want to put in the work to make sure I was actually happy. It didn’t really matter, though; the happy part wasn’t going to come anytime soon.

  “I … am … cumming!” I yelled out and dug my fingernails into his back one last time.

  Rob took it as his green light to finally release his thrusting power. He pressed my legs down and began thrusting hard until he released his pleasure.

  “Wow, babe, that was incredible,” he said, out of breath as he fell into the bed next to me.

  “Yeah, it was good.”

  “Love you,” he said as if it was something we said to each other often.

  We hadn’t said that to each other at all, though. Did he love me? I couldn’t imagine that this was what it felt like to truly be loved by a man, but at 22 years old, I really didn’t know love at all. Rob was only my second boyfriend and the first that I wasn’t afraid of.

  Rob leaned over and pulled me close to him. He looked me in the eyes and smiled like a pride-filled little boy waiting for approval. Rob wanted me to tell him that I loved him too. I saw the look in his eyes, I knew he wanted that from me.

  “I’m so glad you came over tonight,” I said and leaned in to kiss him.

  “Jordan, did you hear me? I said I love you.”

  “Yes, that was so sweet of you.”

  “Sweet of me? Babe, that was a big step for me. I was really expecting you to be excited.”

  “Of course, you are so sweet. Thank you, Rob,” I said in my best effort to please him without saying something that I didn’t mean.

  “You’re really not going to say it back?” he said as anger flashed in his eyes.

  It wasn’t the same kind of anger I’d dealt with in my past relationship. Rob never got angry like that with me. There were more things on my mind than just our sexual chemistry, though.

  “Have you been following me?” I finally blurted out. “When I left the gym the other day, I could have sworn I saw you standing behind the convenience store across the street.”

  “What? No. I told you I trust you. I’m not following you around. If you say you’re going to the gym, I believe it.”

  “You said that before but then showed up at the gym to make sure I was there,” I countered.

  “That was because I saw you talking to that tall blond guy when I showed up, and you denied even knowing him. But he was clearly flirting with you, and I don’t know why you lied to me about it. We talked about that and worked it out, though.”

  “So you aren’t following me?” I asked to clarify.

  “No. I wasn’t following ever. I showed up at the gym that one time. That was it. Is that why you don’t want to say you love me? Because you think I don’t trust you?”

  “Someone is following me. I feel it.”

  “It’s not me,” Rob said and stood up to put his clothes on. “It really hurts that you think I’d lie to your face like that or follow you like some creepy dude.”

  He was right. Rob was much too absorbed in himself to ever take time out to follow me. He was jealous of guys flirting with me, and I should have told him the truth about that guy at the gym, but I didn’t think Rob was following me.

  The problem was that I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in fact following me. I thought I saw a guy across from the gym on a couple of occasions, but when I drove over there, I didn’t see anyone. It would have been a bit of a relief if Rob had confessed to following me. Not because I would have liked
Rob to do that, but because I wouldn’t have felt so darn crazy for always thinking that there was someone out there.

  “I think we should break up,” I said.

  “Why? Because you think I’m stalking you? This is all because of that crazy ex-boyfriend you have. Now you’re all jaded and think all guys are jerks. I’ve never hit you. I would never act like that to you, and you know it.”

  “It’s not because of that. I believe you aren’t following me, Rob.”

  “Then why do you want to break up? The sex is fantastic; we work together amazingly, and everyone says we are the perfect couple.”

  It took every shred of self-control I had not to laugh at his reasons for us to stay together. The sex was not fantastic. Although I really didn’t have much to base it on, and I couldn’t go off my past relationship, I knew what Rob and I had was not fantastic. Surely it could have been my fault. I wasn’t very open, and I didn’t assert myself or initiate things sexually, but I was sure that there was more wrong with our relationship than just the sex.

  “Rob, do you really feel like we are a good fit? It doesn’t seem like we are.”

  “Not everyone is goo-goo eyed in love. We have a good thing.”

  “I don’t want this to be horrible between us. I just don’t think it’s working out.”

  Somewhere between our bad morning sex and me accusing him of stalking me, I’d found the courage to end our relationship. For months, I’d talked myself into this thing with Rob. I convinced myself that being with someone safe like him was better than being alone. I was terrified of being alone; it had been so hard before. Then bam, out of the blue, I just asked him to break up.

  “I don’t understand,” Rob said as he sat me down on the bed and looked deep into my eyes. “Did I do something? I’m sorry if I did.”

  “No, we just aren’t a good match, Rob. I bet there’s a girl out there that loves talking about football. Someone who will go clubbing with you and not complain. A girl who really likes when you open the car doors for her.”

  I was about to throw in a jab about the sex but decided against it. Rob and I still worked together, and it was going to be awkward enough now that we were breaking up. I couldn’t make things worse by telling him he was bad in bed. To be honest, I didn’t even know if he was bad in bed. My wealth of experience came from a high school boyfriend and Rob.

  “So you’re breaking up with me for no specific reason? Or because you don’t like any of those things? I don’t get it. Is it because I got the promotion at work? What is it? You can tell me. I won’t hold it against you. I just need to know.”

  “None of that. I think it really is that I’ve been in a relationship since I was sixteen or fumbling to survive while single. I can’t concentrate on you when I don’t even know who I am. And I feel like there’s something missing between us. I don’t know what it is, so please don’t ask me.”

  “I can give you some space. Is that what you want?”

  It was a nice offer, and if I loved Rob, I would have taken him up on it. No amount of time was going to make me have feelings for him, though, and it wasn’t fair to him for me to play games. I was stronger than I’d been when I first came to work at Power Media. I could handle being on my own now, and even though I’d just found the strength to break things off, I was positive it was the right thing to do.

  “It’s a breakup. A permanent thing. I’m sorry.”

  “Wow, six months together, and this is how you break up. I’ve been so damn good to you, Jordan. You’re going to miss me, and I’m going to be moved on. You know I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to ask me back. So don’t think that I’m going to come running back when you change your mind.”

  “I understand, Rob, and I’m sorry you’re angry.”

  “Oh, I’m not angry,” he said as he put his shoes on and grabbed his bag. “I’m just relieved I won’t have to deal with you anymore.”

  He slammed the door to my apartment, and I heard him pounding down the steps toward his car. A moment later, the screech of his wheels could be heard as he made his way out of the parking lot. He was definitely not angry. I couldn’t help chuckling at how he had acted. Rob was five years older than I was, and he had just stormed out of my apartment like a child.

  A sense of relief washed over me as I got into the shower and ready for work. It was just after the New Year, and I was starting fresh. No boyfriend baggage. No worrying about bills or anything like that. The last time I was on my own, I didn’t have a job and couldn’t pay my bills. I’d lucked into a job as a secretary at Power Media and had been there two years while I finished my communications degree at night. Life was good. I had a paycheck and a future planned out. I was going to be okay, or at least I told myself that over and over while I got ready for work.

  I put on one of my cutest work outfits, did my hair and my makeup and drove into work. I was sure that Rob would tell everyone that he had broken up with me, but that didn’t matter all that much. I was happy to be single and ready to take on this new life.

  To make the day go a little smoother, I pulled into the local coffee shop and grabbed coffee for everyone on my team. We were in the midst of finishing a big bid for a global client, and I knew no one would want the drama of Rob and me breaking up. It was going to be up to me to assure them that we could still work together because I would be the one kicked off the team and not Rob if there was a problem between us.

  Rob had his marketing degree; he had been with the company longer than me, and he was just promoted to project manager. Technically, I was working under him for this project although Margaret was my actual supervisor.

  I arrived at my cubicle with five minutes to spare, but no one was around. A sinking feeling told me to check the conference room, and sure enough, everyone was in there. Rob was at the front of the room talking to everyone about the big pitch coming up, and I tried to sneak into the back and find a seat.

  “Jordan, nice of you to join us.”

  “I thought the meeting was scheduled for 8:30?”

  “I sent a message out early this morning that it was moved up. I’m sorry; I must have forgotten to add you to the group text,” he said with a smirk on his face.

  So this was how it was going to go down. Wow, Rob was even more of a child than I thought. Right there in front of everyone, he was making it known that he and I were no longer together.

  “Did you two break up?” Emma whispered as she moved her chair closer to me. “How come I didn’t know this?”

  “It literally happened two hours ago.”

  “I’ll need the details after the meeting,” she said and then pulled away as we both noticed Rob watching us. Luckily, he didn’t say anything.

  Although I raised my hand to contribute to the meeting on several occasions, Rob never even looked at me again. It wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought to break up with him and still manage to work together.

  When the meeting finally concluded, I pulled Emma into the women’s room to fill her in on everything. I needed a plan and quick if I was going to prevent Rob from utterly destroying my career.

  “I couldn’t take it another second. He’s boring, and there’s no chemistry, and I broke up with him. He didn’t do anything wrong, except being horrible in bed, but I’m not going to put up with this crap at work,” I said as I paced back and forth in the small room.

  “I’m glad you finally broke up with him. There are so many better options out there.”

  “Really? I thought you liked him?”

  “I liked him because you were dating him, and I didn’t want to be a jerk. I’m glad you aren’t together, though. Now you can come out with me to the clubs, and we can find you a real man.”

  I just laughed at the idea. Clubs made me nervous, and she knew it. I didn’t like being around a ton of people, and I’d never found any decent guys there at all. I would rather sit at home and curl up with some television all alone. In fact, I was looking forward to that prospect. />
  “I’m going to go talk to him. He can’t treat me like this.”

  “Like what? You can’t make a scene out of things, it will only escalate. I think you should kill him with kindness.”

  “That sounds like a horrible plan,” I said and rolled my eyes at my best friend.

  Emma was always trying to make the best of situations. She was constantly in a good mood, and it was somewhat disgusting how she came to work looking so darn perfect all the time.

  “He’s going to move on. It’s just fresh today. Let’s see how things are over the next few days, and if he doesn’t straighten up I’ll talk to him with you. If that doesn’t work, we can go to Margaret, and I’m sure she will calm him down.”

  “I think I really hurt his feelings,” I admitted.

  “He doesn’t strike me as the sort of guy who gets broken up with very often. I bet he was starting to care about you.”

  “Um, he might have told me he loved me this morning,” I winced at the horrible sound of what I was saying.

  “You broke up with the man after he told you he loved you? Ouch, that’s cold, Jordan.”

  “I know. I didn’t think things through. I just blurted it out. He said he loved me, and I instantly knew that I did not feel that way toward him. Plus, the sex this morning was so boring that I actually counted the number of cracks in my ceiling.”

  “That bad?” she asked.

  “Yeah, zero chemistry yet he insisted on me cumming before he was going to finish.” I rolled my eyes. “How can a guy honestly think that laying there doing nothing is enjoyable at all?”

  “Okay, so we definitely need to give him some time. Don’t confront him, and brace for a few bad days. I’ll have Courtney start flirting with him; he’ll eat it up and start leaving you alone in no time.”

  “Courtney? The girl from the yogurt shop next door?”

  “She’s had a crush on him forever. She will love to hear that he’s back on the market. I’ll get a fro-yo for lunch and let it slip.”

  “How are you so good at this breakup stuff?” I laughed.