Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Samantha
“Thank you.” Greta hooked her arm around mine as we headed to the bathroom.
“For what?”
“I saw you talking to Theo. You had your ‘I’m going to kill you a thousand times over, and then set your body on fire,’ look. I appreciate it, my friend. I really do, but I don’t care. He’s past. Finn is present.” She grinned.
“You like him?” I smiled.
“Oh, Sam. He’s dreamy. We’re leaving here soon, and he’s taking me out. I’m not even mad about Theo anymore because everything happens for a reason.”
“It truly does.” I smiled.
I didn’t want to tell her that he met a gold-digging twenty-five-year-old, and that's why he canceled.
We left the bathroom and returned to where the guys were.
“I think we’ve had our fun here. How about we leave?” Wes said.
“Good idea.” I smiled.
After Wes told his grandmother we were leaving, we climbed into the back of his car.
“How about we head to your apartment so you can pack a small bag to spend the night at my place tonight?” He reached over and grabbed hold of my hand.
“I’d like that.” I smiled.
Ben drove us to my apartment. After we walked inside, I went straight to my bedroom and packed a few extra clothes and toiletries into a bag.
I couldn’t stop smiling. The thought of spending the night with him at his brownstone had my heart racing in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.
He had control over me. Maybe it was his mesmerizing blue eyes.
Eyes that could put any woman into a trance.
Or maybe it was his smile. That smile was my downfall.
Because every time he did that to me, I forgot all the reasons why I should’ve stayed away from him.
“I’m ready.” I bounced into the living room with my bag.
Wes reached over and grabbed my bag from me.
The moment we stepped through the door of his brownstone, he set my bag down, grabbed me, and smashed his mouth into mine.
“I can’t wait any longer.” He pushed me up against the wall.
Our lips met with fierce passion as his hand roamed up my dress, pushing my panties to the side, and plunging his finger deep inside me.
I gasped at the feeling as my body trembled.
His tongue met my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
His fingers unbuttoned my dress, and his hands pushed down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts.
He leaned down, taking each hardened peak into his mouth.
I could feel the wetness pour from my heated body.
He stepped back, removed his shirt, then his pants and underwear.
Grabbing my leg, he brought it up to his waist as he thrust inside me.
Our bodies synced. Moans escaped both our lips as a wave of pleasure took over us.
“I forgot a condom,” he groaned.
“I’m on birth control,” I spoke breathlessly. I wasn’t worried. I was very strict when it came to my birth control.
After a few more thrusts, an orgasm infiltrated my body, causing his cock to spasm to the point he couldn’t hold back any longer. Several moans erupted from him, and he halted and exploded inside me. He dropped his head to my shoulder, while his breathing returned to normal.
“Fuck,” he said, pulling out and stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. His lips tenderly met mine for a kiss before he bent down and picked up my dress and panties off the floor.
“How about we take a nice, relaxing bath?” he said.
“Is wine included?” I smiled.
“Of course.”
He slipped on his pants, went to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. Grabbing my hand, he led me to the elevator.
Weston’s bathroom looked like something out of a luxury design magazine.
Marble floors, with matching marble sink tops, recessed lighting, and polished Italian fixtures.
A massive freestanding soaking tub sat near the floor-to-ceiling window, with a view one could only dream about.
A glass-enclosed shower sat in the corner with an oversized rainfall showerhead. It was elegant and screamed wealth.
He set the bottle of wine and the glasses on the marble counter and turned on the water for a bath.
“Bubble bath?” I asked.
He turned with furrowed brows. “I’m a man. I don’t use bubbles.”
“Then, lucky for you, I brought some.” I grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
I took the elevator down to the first floor, retrieved my bag, and brought it upstairs. Tossing my bag on the bed, I unzipped it and grabbed the lavender-scented bubble bath. Removing the cap, I squirted some under the stream of water.
“I’ve never taken a bubble bath in my life,” Wes said.
“Now you can cross it off your bucket list,” I said.
“I’m pretty sure taking a bubble bath isn’t on my bucket list,” he smirked.
I grabbed a hairclip and twisted my hair up. Wes climbed in, extended his hand, and helped me into the tub. He lay against one side, I lay against the other, facing him while cascades of bubbles covered our bodies. He reached down, grabbed a glass of wine, and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I grinned. “I had a good time today.”
“So did I.” He smiled. “I apologize for my grandmother. She can be very pretentious.”
“Can be?” I tipped the glass to my lips.
“Fair enough.” He chuckled.
“I want to know more about you, Wes. How long have you and Finn been best friends?”
“Finn is more of a brother to me than just a best friend. His parents and my parents were best friends, and our moms were pregnant at the same time. I was born in January, and Finn was born in May. When we were eight, my father rented a private plane to fly the four of them to St. Lucia.”
“For vacation?” I asked.
“No. A wedding. Friends of theirs were getting married. No children allowed. A few days after they left, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of my grandmother crying. I’d never heard her cry before.
I woke up Finn, and we went downstairs, where two policemen were standing in the foyer.
I’ll never forget the way my grandfather gripped my grandmother.
It was as if he had let go, she would have collapsed.
Finn and I sat on the stairs and listened as the policemen told my grandparents that my parents’ plane had crashed, and there were no survivors. ”
“I am so sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. Finn only had an aunt who lived in Montana. She had six kids of her own and couldn’t afford another mouth to feed, so my grandparents took Finn in, and he lived with us.”
“So your grandparents raised both you and Finn?” I asked.
“Yes. We already were attending the Dalton School through 8th grade, and then my grandparents shipped us off to Choate Rosemary Hall in Connecticut.”
“The boarding school?” My brows furrowed.
“Yeah. We were allowed to come home one weekend a month and on holidays. My grandmother isn’t exactly the maternal type. My father was her only child, and that’s only because he was an accident. She never planned on having children, and she sure let us know. Did I answer your question?” he smirked.
“You did. But I have another one if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. What’s your question?”
“What happened between you and your ex?”
“What ex?” His brows furrowed.
“I think her name is Claudia.” I bit my bottom lip.
“She isn’t an ex. We’d only dated for three months. You must have seen the Page Six article.”
“I didn’t. My student Devon told me.”
“I see. Well, Claudia wasn’t a nice person, and I was done with her. Besides, relationships aren’t my thing. Maybe for a short period of time, but I don’t believe in forever.”
“Care to explain why?” My brow arched as I ran the tips of my toes down his chest.
“My grandfather was a chronic cheater, right up until the day he passed away. One of his mistresses showed up at the funeral, and I had to escort her out before my grandmother saw her.”
“How did you know about his cheating?” I asked.
“I was sixteen and home for the weekend from school. It was a Saturday, and he was at the office, like he always was. I went to see him because I needed to talk to him about a situation at school. When I approached his office and opened the door, I saw him and a woman going at it on the couch.”
“What did he say to you when you caught him?”