by Ava May
Her words caught Kylie completely by surprise.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“Yeah, I mean you are…a mass of all that and I am a model,” Danielle went on. “I wouldn’t want you to be led on or anything.”
Kylie raised an eyebrow over the other.
“Led on,” she echoed and Danielle nodded.
“I mean, what I have with Sean is real and…” she shrugged. “You know last night when I was with him, he told me that he feels sorry for you. That you are a little too into him for your own good.”
“Wait, you were with Sean last night?” Kylie asked and Danielle nodded.
“And it was beautiful. It was like nothing ever changed,” she had a dreamy look in her eyes. “Like time never moved.”
Kylie shook her head and sighed.
“This is not happening again,” she thought before she climbed back into her car. “I have to go,” she announced to a still smiling Danielle who flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away leaving a hurt and confused Kylie in the car. A million thoughts were going through her mind at that moment and the only thought that made sense was breaking up with him, that very moment. She reached for her phone and called him but it was off. She shook her head and dialed his practice.
“Dr. Simms please,” she said when his secretary picked up.
“I’m sorry but he is at the club.”
“What do you mean, club?” she asked.
“The sports club. He goes there every Tuesday afternoon,” the secretary said and before she could say anything else, Kylie had hang up. She strapped herself in and started her engine before she pulled out of the parking lot. Her heart was beating so hard and strong she could almost hear it.
The drive to the sports club would have been a forty-minute drive or half an hour without traffic but somehow, Kylie managed to do it in twenty. She got out of the car and walked into the club. She was either too preoccupied with her thoughts or just too pissed off to listen to the receptionist because she walked right past her and out the back to the tennis court. She looked around, her heart racing but there was no sign of Sean. That could have meant just one thing.
“He is in the locker rooms,” she thought to herself as she made her way to the men’s locker rooms. She ignored the strange looks she got from the men standing next to their lockers as she made her way down the different isles reading the names on the lockers as she went on.
“There you are,” she said when she got to where Sean was. He turned around and looked at her surprised. He was dressed in nothing but the towel around his waist and he was obviously not expecting a woman to be in there let alone Kylie.
“Kylie…what…” he looked around and sighed exhaustedly. “What are you doing here?” he asked when he finally found his words.
“I tried calling you…your secretary told me where you were…” Kylie started before he took her hand and drew small circles at the back of her hands.
“Are you okay?” he asked and she shook her head.
“We need to talk,” she said and he looked at his almost naked body.
“Well, I hate to point it out but I am kind of in a situation…plus we have an audience.”
She looked around and noticed that almost every man in there was literally lurking.
“What is this? The cheerleading squad?” she asked loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Hey, that’s the girl from that firm that handles my PR,” one of the men said as he walked towards Kylie and Sean. Kylie shot him a look that left him frozen on the spot. “Yeah, maybe we should give you guys a minute,” he said as he began backing away. Sean put on a bathrobe.
“Come on,” Sean said as he began leading her out of the locker room.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“My dad has a private suite here. We’ll take the service elevator.”
“You are in a bathrobe,” she said as they walked out of the fire exit.
“Yeah, and I have my keycard in my bathrobe. I can call reception to send my clothes up,” he said as he looked around before he pressed the elevator buttons. Kylie didn’t know what to say or do. All she could was just stand in there next to him trying to construct words that didn’t have any ‘F’ words in them. She made small fists so hard that’s he cracked her knuckles and she never even flinched when he looked at her.
“So,” Sean said when they were finally in the suite. “What is it that just couldn’t wait?”
She took a long deep breath and let her bag drop to the floor.
“Wait, have you been crying?” he asked when he finally looked into her eyes.
“Danielle,” she finally announced and he frowned.
“Wait, what?” he asked and she nodded.
“Your ex ambushed me in the parking lot at Café Mundial…” she started and he smiled.
“You went back to Café Mundial?” he asked leaning against the couch and she put a hand up.
“Yes, but that is not the factor here,” she said. “Apparently she came out here for you. She already knew that you were in California because she has been tracking you down.”
“What?” he asked, surprised.
“Yes, and she told me that she was with you last night.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I knew you were too good to be true.”
“Wait, Kylie,” he started.
“I came out here to look at you when I let you know that I am the one breaking up with you,” she said.
“Kylie,” he said again.
“I should have known better,” she said as her eyes ran down his torso to the perfect ‘V’ of his pelvis.
“Kylie…wait.”
“I don’t even know why I let you talk me into coming all the way here….what the hell…”
That was it, he couldn’t let her finish that sentence. He took a step forward and took her face in his hands before he lowered his head to kiss her. She exhaled into his mouth as she felt his lips gently massaging her own and without even wanting to, she was kissing him back. Their tongues were gently caressing each other and her senses were full of his scent. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless.
“Why did you do that? I broke up with you?” she said in a soft voice.
“Well, I don’t want to break up with you,” Sean said in a whisper. “Ever.”
“But Danielle said she was with you last night,” Kylie said as she looked at him. “You told me you had to scrub in a surgery at the local hospital.”
“I did. I was,” he said. “But I think Danielle is more psycho than I ever thought.”
She shook her head and shrugged.
“What do you mean ‘psycho’?” she asked and Sean took a long deep breath.
“Remember when I told you that my last relationship was a shipwreck?” he asked.
She wanted to smile. The exact words he had used were that the ship hit an iceberg and sunk taking everyone down with it. His own version of Titanic without any love story or survivors. But this was not a situation that warranted her smile or even a quiver of the lip.
“She was fine at first but things began changing…fast. She suddenly began following me everywhere, demanding to know who I had been talking to, snooping on my phone…it was just too much. So when I told her that we were done, she actually threatened my life.”
“What?” Kylie asked, surprised.
“She even started slipping me mercury in my food but she hadn’t thought too far ahead because hey, doctor and everything, I got a full work up done…it took a while because mercury doesn’t really show up in a basic toxicity screen.” He exhaled loudly. “Turns out she is a paranoid schizophrenic and even though she got help, underneath it all she was still a little crazy ergo the checking up on me every two minutes.”
“So, she was under medication when she was doing that?” Kylie asked and he nodded.
“By the time I moved out here she was committed to a rehab,” he said.
“Wait, she didn’t get convicted?” she ask
ed and he shook his head.
“Clinically insane. She was supposed to be there for a few more years so I don’t understand why she is out and in California to make things even worse,” he said.
“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what to say,” Kylie said.
“You don’t have to say anything because as far as this whole mess is concerned, I did see her last night.”
“Oh,” she mumbled.
“But it was not something I planned. She just showed up outside Sheffield Memorial…I didn’t plan it or anything but I did see her.” He held her waist and looked into his eyes. “I told her that I was going to take a restraining order and she told me that she is not here to cause any trouble. She said she only wanted to reconnect.”
“So, what’s going to happen now?” she asked and he pulled her to himself.
“I took the restraining order anywhere and because I knew that she was going to target you, she was in direct violation by contacting you because she was served with the papers in the morning.”
Kylie shook her head.
“I’m scared,” she said in a soft voice. And she genuinely was.
“I am not letting you out of my sight, Kylie,” he said as he held her close. “Not until I know that the long arm of the law has caught up with her.” He brought his head down and brushed her lips lightly. “But until then, you will be staying with me.”
“But…” she started but he slipped a hand to her ass and kneaded it gently making her go silent mid-sentence.
“There is no negotiating about this, here,” he whispered before he kissed her again. She slowly brought a hand up and held the back of his neck as she angled her head slightly. She pressed her forehead into his and he brought his hand up to hold a lock of her hair. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me.”
She smiled when she felt his already hard cock pressing into her thigh giving her a good idea of how crazy she drove him. She heard her phone ringing in her bag but she didn’t want to pull away from him for anything.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” he asked and she shook her head.
“It’s probably work,” she whispered. “It can wait.”
“Good,” he said as he undid the knot behind her neck that held her halter dress up making it gather around her feet. He kissed her before she had another chance to say anything. His hands were roaming all over her body, squeezing, kneading, caressing and she was moaning softly. He undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it away releasing her breasts. He looked at her and filled his hand with her right breast and she exhaled into his mouth one more time. He swept her hair to one side of her neck and pulled away from her mouth before he began kissing her neck. He worked his way down to her shoulder and then lower to take her nipple into his mouth. She inadvertently held his head against her breast and moaned out loudly. It was not just that her ideal man was having his way with her at that moment, it was also the fact that she was bunking out from work to have a nooner, something she never thought she would do. When he pulled away from her now hard nipple, he looked at her and held the side of her face.
“I want to have you right here,” he said as he looked into her eyes. She pulled away from him but he pulled her back. “You don’t understand, Kylie,” he said as he turned her around to hold her against him. “Right here, right now.”
He gently nudged her clit and ran his finger along her slit. She moaned softly and held on to the edge of the couch when she felt him test her wet depths with his long finger. She could feel his rigid cock gently bumping against her ass as he moved his finger in and out of her. She wanted to cry out loudly but she did not want to draw any unwanted attention to the suite. He suddenly pulled his finger out and she gasped silently before she felt the head of his cock at her opening. A small whimper escaped her mouth when he pushed in gently, stretching her out to her limits. He was moving in and out of her slow and deep before he pulled his entire length out of her. She looked at him over his shoulder and he got his girth back into her making her gasp loudly. He was suddenly going into her harder and deeper than ever. It was almost as if he was not the same man who had just earlier been moving in and out of her with slow strokes He was now bucking his hips against hers so hard and fast that he was literally knocking the air out of her mouth. She dug her nails into the fabric of the couch as she felt herself tightening up against his length. She was ready to explode and he knew it too because he was moving in and out of her harder and faster than ever. She suddenly cried out as she felt herself releasing against his cock. Her orgasm was all that he needed to explode. He groaned and spanked her ass making her cry out as their passion merged into one dangerously hot bubble.
“Oh my goodness!” she gasped as she felt his cock slipping out of her allowing their love juices to drip out of her. She sunk to the floor and he sat down next to her, cradling her. “You…you are amazing.”
“No you are amazing,” he said as she rest her head on his shoulder.
“I don’t want to sound like I am moving too fast but I think I am falling for you,” she said in a whisper and he forced out a laugh.
“Well, too late because I fell for you a long time ago,” he said before he pressed his lips to her forehead.
A smile played on her lips.
“Maybe good things do happen to good people,” she thought as he held her, rubbing his hand up and down her upper arm to keep her warm. “I think you are the reason why it never worked out with Frankie.”
“I think you are the reason it never worked out with Danielle…or Helga or Pat…” he started before she playfully punched his arm.
“Mention another woman’s name and I cannot be held responsible for what happens next.”
He smiled and kissed her forehead again.
“Right now, you are the only woman in my life. On my mind and in my heart,” he said in a whisper making Kylie get a warm tingle down her spine.
THE END
Bad Crush for My Dad’s Best Friend
Bad Crush for My Dad’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
Mackenzie Ross was speechless as she looked at her best friend Athena Wright across the lunch table. Athena had just admitted that she had been harboring a crush on her boss Mason Alexander ever since she first saw him at her father’s political launch party back when she was still a college sophomore and Mackenzie who was used to seeing her best friend with laid back boring everyday guys was having a hard time figuring out when Athena’s taste changed so much.
“My taste hasn’t really changed,” Athena said as she circled her index finger on the rim of her water glass. “I guess I have always looked for that in every guy I have dated.” She raised her glass and took a long sip. “Maybe that’s the reason those guys never last long.”
Mackenzie pushed back a strand of her honey blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear.
“Are you even listening to yourself?” she asked and Athena nodded.
“I always listen to myself,” she said rolling her eyes.
“You know what I mean,” Athena said. “I’ve never been one to speak without carefully considering what is coming out of my mouth.”
Mackenzie put her fork down and shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Athena, but I just don’t get it. I mean, Mason Alexander?” she asked as Athena took a bite of her Caesar salad. “And you have kept it a secret for what? Four years?” she asked.
“Actually three,” Athena said. “Maybe more actually. Remember when we were in high school and every female member of the faculty had a thing for him? I think that was when it all began.”
Mackenzie shook her head and took a bite of her club sandwich.
“This is not happening,” she said.
“Says the woman who has been dating an older man for a year,” Athena aid, sarcasm in her voice and her best friend rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. That is different, right?”
“That is definitely not what I wanted to say, but it is. Scott is thirty-two. Mr. Alexander is what? Sixty?�
�� Mackenzie asked.
“Fifty-two, thank you very much,” Athena corrected her. Mackenzie was quiet for a long second before she spoke again.
“So, you have to admit all this is a little weird. I mean, you’ve kept this a secret for years and suddenly you are coming clean? What’s the catch?”
Athena sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“I guess I just got tired of keeping the secret,” she said and Mackenzie’s eyes grew wide.
“Oh my God, you little liar,” she said in a low voice. “You are telling me this s I can stop insisting on you and Jack, huh?”
Athena shrugged. Mackenzie was right. She had been trying to set her up with her friend Jack Kingston for the longest time and Athena had run out of reasons to turn her down. She took another bite of her salad before she took a long sip of her water.
“There is that so, yeah,” Athena said smiling.
“But if I have to admit, the guy is seriously hot,” Mackenzie said in a soft voice. “He has the whole Richard Gere meets George Clooney thing working for him.”
Athena smiled and then laughed.
“I knew that you noticed him when we first met him,” she said as she looked into Mackenzie’s green eyes.
“Yeah…I guess I just never really pictured him as your cup of tea, that’s all,” Mackenzie pointed out and Athena shrugged.
“I have to get going,” Athena said as she looked at her phone. “I wouldn’t want to be late while still on my first week.”
“Wait, so you would rather answer phones and get his coffee rather than get your career…you are literally taking a break from your life, Athena,” Mackenzie said. Athena shook her head as she dabbed the sides of her mouth with a paper towel.
“Actually, not really,” she said. “I just…Mackenzie, you have been my best friend since we were six. And you know how much pressure I grew up with…being the perfect Wright daughter in my mother’s eyes and the devastatingly terrible shit that was my supposed engagement.” Athena shook her head. “I need time to be Athena. And not just Athena Wright, Senator Joel Wright’s daughter.”