Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
ARI
“If you want to lie to yourself, that’s your choice, but if you want to know more about your parents’ divorce, then let’s at least agree to be honest with each other.”
I’m doing my best to not let my annoyance show, but it’s probably no use.
I’m sure if I saw myself in the mirror right now, I’d look like a raging asshole.
Hearing Sadie deny how she feels is a punch to the gut.
Maybe she doesn't feel it as strongly as I do, but the attraction is practically a living, breathing monster between us. Or am I just describing myself?
I finish off the box of food and grab the one with chicken next.
“Fine, from here on out I’ll be honest with you.” She takes a deep breath and nods as if she’s convinced herself to do it. “The most important thing to me is protecting my dad, and I want to know the truth.”
“There’s a file I can show you.” I go over to my desk and grab it out of a stack. When I hand it to Sadie, she looks at it cautiously. “This is just the initial request. It seems like some of it you’re already aware of.”
While she reads over the report, I make sure to hand her different containers of food so she can eat at the same time. After about an hour, she closes the folder but doesn’t look any more relieved.
“There’s nothing here. It’s all surveillance on the most boring man in the world, and as much as I love my father, he has got to get a hobby.”
“Like I said, it's only the initial findings. Your mother called constantly asking for updates and when we couldn’t provide one, she invented it.”
“That’s when she planted the drugs,” she says, and I nod in agreement.
“Initially, we didn’t suspect her, but it didn’t take long to see what she was capable of. Not after my brother decided to check into her background.”
“Then why the delay in the divorce? I don’t understand.”
She puts the file on the table, and I hand her a fortune cookie. “It’s late, I think you should get some sleep, and tomorrow I can get everything you need.”
“The bigger the obstacle, the more satisfying it is to conquer,” she says, and I smirk at her.
“Oh really?” I crack mine open and glare at the note. “What the hell is this?”
She takes it out of my hands before I can keep it out of her reach, and when I try to grab it, she falls back on the couch.
“No!” She’s laughing and then squeals when I tickle her side.
“Give that back!”
“Never!” she shouts over me.
“Give it up, shorty, or I’ll take it from you.” She somehow manages to move out of my reach and holds up the fortune to read it.
“It’s not the size of the boat that matters, but you still need a decent captain.” She falls into fits of laughter so hard she rolls right off the couch.
I try to pretend I’m upset but the more she laughs, the more I smile. “Are you sure you didn’t write that?” I ask, and Sadie shakes her head as she wipes tears away.
“No, but I’m going to keep this and frame it.” After she tucks the note in her pocket, I hold out my hand to help her off the floor.
“Come on, you can sleep in my room since there’s not a bed in the other ones. I’ll take the couch. Clearly you need more sleep than me because you’re delirious with exhaustion.”
“You have to admit that was pretty great.” She nudges her shoulder against me, and I love the playful touch. We walk out of the office and toward the bedrooms.
“I’ve never been burned by a fortune cookie before, but that was pretty severe.” I shake my head, and she laughs again. Will I ever get used to how that sound makes me feel?
“Yeah, I should probably rub some aloe on you.” She looks surprised when she says the words, like she didn’t mean to say them out loud.
“You promise?” We’re outside my bedroom, and when I turn to face her, we’re closer than I anticipated. I’m looking down on her as she leans against the door frame, and I brace my hand over her head. “Don’t tease me, shorty. I’m all too eager to change your mind about me.”
“What makes you think you can?” The way she lifts her chin is challenging, but her eyes are saying something else. She’s looking at me like she’s daring me to kiss her, and every part of me is screaming to do it.
Bending down, I get close enough that I can feel her breath on my lips, but I don’t touch her.
When I kiss her for the first time, I want it to be because she asked me to.
I won’t give her a reason to pretend it’s not real or dismiss it as something she didn’t want.
When I finally claim Sadie, it’s for keeps.
“Tonight while you’re in my bed, I want you to think about me.” Her eyes close and her lips part, but still I don’t touch her. “Because I’ll be right out here thinking about you.”
I memorize every inch of her face before I push away from the door and take a step back. The spell is broken, and she blinks a few times, like she’s not sure what just happened. I don’t either, but I do know that she’s not ready to be kissed yet.
“Good night, Sadie,” I say, and she nods before backing into my bedroom and closing the door between us.
She doesn’t say a word, but somehow, I can hear all of her thoughts as if she said them out loud. She’s scared of what she feels and thinks maybe she made a mistake, but below that, there’s a bigger part of her that wants to know… what if?
“Me too, shorty. Me too.”
After I turn off all the lights and make sure the alarm is set, I stretch out on the couch and close my eyes.
The image of Sadie stripping down to nothing and climbing into my cool, clean sheets makes my aching cock throb.
I’ve been like this for so long now the pain is dull, and I’ve got to take the edge off.
Reaching into my pants, I wrap my hand around my dick and tug on it while I imagine what she’s doing.
Maybe her own hand is between her legs, and she’s wet and needy. I’d love to suck her pussy and then lick it until I tasted her soul. After that, I’d bend her in half and fuck her until she couldn’t run away from me.
My cock has been filled to the brim all day, so it only takes me a few pumps to cum. I have to quickly pull off my shirt so I can use it to catch the thick ropes as they pour from me. Once I start, it feels like it goes on forever, and all I can think about is sinking deep into Sadie.
By the time I’m finished, my shirt is a mess, and I drop it to the floor before I pass out. The last thing on my mind is how I wish I could hold her against me while we both drift off to sleep.