9. Nola
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NOLA
B rad laid on his back as I crawled into bed then straddled him, his cock nestled between my folds. I rocked my hips back and forth, coating his hard length with my juices. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them. He rolled my nipples between his fingers then lifted up, pulling one of my tits into his mouth. I let out a soft moan, his cock still sliding on my slit. His tongue flicked my taut nipples, alternating with sucking on the tip then moved to my other breast, devouring it the same way. He tugged my nipple between his teeth, pleasure shooting straight to my clit.
He laid back, looking up at me with hooded lids. I lifted on my knees, hovering over his erection, lining up the tip of his cock at my entrance. Lowering down, my pussy sucked his cock inside inch by inch, filling me up completely.
My breath hitched and he hissed.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “So goddamn tight.”
I stilled, adjusting to his big dick, my pussy throbbing. No matter how many times we have sex, my pussy is not used to his size. I lifted up and lowered, riding his cock at a slow rhythm, my hands planted on his hard chest, keeping me steady. I rocked my hips, grinding down on his groin, stimulating my swollen clit. Pleasure surged in my core, growing inside me as I chased my orgasm.
Whimpers and mewls fell from my lips. His hands held onto my hips, following my movements.
“I’m going to come soon,” I moaned, the sound of our slick skin slapping filled the air.
Heat rushed through my body, sweat glistening on my chest. Looking down at him, his chest was veiled with sweat as soft panting and groans escaped his lips.
My walls were tightening around his cock, my core tingling as I got closer to my climax.
“Come all over my cock, princess,” he growled.
My moans were getting louder as I continued to ride him, his fingers gripping my hips tighter. My pussy clamped down on him, holding his cock in a vice, making him groan. I threw my head back and cried out, my body shaking with my release.
I gasped, my heart rate quickening. Brad’s hips bucked up as he pulled my hips down, meeting me with every thrust. I felt so full, his cock getting deeper inside me, another orgasm growing. I wasn’t fully down from my high of the last orgasm. I leaned forward, my face nestled in the crook of his neck as he thrusted erratically.
He grunted, punching his hips forward and driving into me over and over. Then he stilled, his cock buried deep in my pussy. His body shuddered as ropes of cum spilled inside, mixing with mine.
Our chests heaved, trying to slow down our breaths, his dick still inside me. I lifted my head and he turned his until our eyes locked. I gazed into his twinkling hazel eyes, thinking how lucky I am to have met this wonderful man. I was falling in love with him. I just hoped he felt the same.
Brad and I have been seeing each other for the last couple of weeks. We were still getting to know one another. I haven’t met his parents and his siblings yet, but that’s going to change tonight. Brad and I will be joining his family for dinner. Brad talked about his family and being the eldest child with a younger brother and sister.
I chose to wear a simple, purple dress with a denim jacket and ankle booties to wear to dinner. The doorbell rang as I finished swiping my berry-colored lipstick on my lips. I puckered my lips, looking at myself in the mirror then headed to the front door. I quickly opened the door, finding my handsome guy waiting for me on the other side. His gaze met mine, flashing his sexy smile.
“Hi, beautiful,” he greeted me, stepping inside and snaking his arms around my waist. “You look incredible.”
“You look so handsome.” I draped my arms around his neck as he buried his face in the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply.
“You smell amazing, baby,” he murmured.
We lingered in each other’s arms longer than we should have been.
“We should leave. Your family’s expecting us there soon,” I told him.
“I don’t want to go anymore. I rather stay here with you,” he said.
I giggled. “Me too, baby, but we need to go. Maybe we can play later.” I pulled back slightly until our eyes locked, then winked.
He playfully pouted, then smirked. “Alright, let’s go.”
Shortly after, we arrived at a charming home in the Noe Valley neighborhood in San Francisco. The home was two-story, very quaint, and looked like there were a lot of stories tied with the history of this home. Brad opened the passenger door, assisting me out, then took my hand and led to finally meet his family.
The front door opened as soon as we reached the last step, and a woman with short, brown hair and dressed casually in a floral dress greeted us at the door.
“Bradley, you made it,” she said cheerily, giving Brad an embrace.
She turned to me, a wide smile across her face. “You must be Magnolia,” she said.
The corners of my lips tugged up in a smile. “Yes, you can call me Nola. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Phillips.” I extended my hand, and she surprised me with a hug instead, which I reciprocated with a hug back.
“Come on in.” She led me into the house with Brad following us from behind.
We stopped at the living room, where a man with short salt-and-pepper hair was sitting on the couch.
“Brad.” He stood up, the deep tone of his dad’s voice resonated in the room.
“Hey, Dad,” Brad greeted him, then gave his father a handshake.
“This is Nola.” Brad turned toward me, grinning. “Nola, this is my dad.”
I extended my hand, his father taking it and giving me a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Phillips.”
“Likewise, Nola.”
“Caroline, is dinner ready?” Brad’s father asked his wife.
“Yes, honey. Since our other kids aren’t joining us tonight, we can go to the dining room now,” Mrs. Phillips told us.
Brad took my hand, and we followed his parents into the dining room, which was decorated elegantly. There were flowers sitting at the center the table, place settings with fine China and silverware. I’m happy I chose the outfit I did for tonight. I didn’t feel too out of place or underdressed.
Like the gentleman he is, Brad pulled out a chair for me and I sat down before he sat down next to me. “Thanks, Brad.” I grinned.
“Of course,” he responded low then winked, making me blush.
There was a spread of roasted chicken, pasta, vegetables, and potatoes on the table.
“This looks delicious, Mrs. Phillips,” I told Brad’s mom.
She smiled with pride, face beaming. “Thank you, dear. Please eat,” she urged.
I nodded, then reached out for one of the dishes, but Brad stopped me, plating food for me.
Leaning toward Brad, I whispered, “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” he responded, eyes twinkling. “I want to.”
I’m so lucky to have Brad in my life.
“Okay, thank you.” My voice was still low, hoping his parents didn’t hear us.
As we ate dinner, we had small talk, discussions of traveling, sports, and new restaurants opening in the city.
“Brad, how’s work?” his dad asked.
“Good, keeping me busy. We’re going to be launching new security software for hospitals,” Brad told him.
“That’s great to hear.” His dad looked at him with pride then turned to look at me. “Nola, Brad tells us you’re a physical therapist?” Mr. Phillips asked me.
“Yes, that’s correct, sir.” A small smile tugged on my lips.
“Did Brad tell you that I’m an occupational therapist?” he asked.
My eyes widened in surprise. I shook my head then looked at Brad, giving him the look that says, what else are you not telling me? “No, he didn’t. Where do you practice, sir?”
“I’m retired already, but used to treat patients at Sequoia Grove Hospital,” Mr. Phillips said. “What about you?”
“I interned at Sequoia Grove and I am currently working at an outpatient clinic. But I hope to open my own clinic in the next couple of years.”
“That’s exciting. Good luck,” he told me.
Brad’s parents seemed to be the opposite of my parents. They’re supportive and didn’t seem to criticize Brad with his choice of career, unlike my mother.
His parents asked about how Brad and I met, and we told them the same story we told my parents. We needed to keep our stories straight. Even if Brad and I are now officially dating, who knew where our relationship would take us.
A week later, my parents invited us to dinner with the family and I actually accepted this time, knowing that I wouldn’t be harassed and criticized by them as much since I had a boyfriend . I wasn’t sure if Brad and I were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. It seemed like it, but I didn’t want to assume.
Like the first time they met him, my parents asked Brad a slew of questions. But he took it like a champ and impressed them with his answers. I actually had a good time, which was a first with my family.
I was surprised though that Ate Christina was very quiet and wouldn’t look at Brad during the entire dinner. She said she was really tired because of the pregnancy, but she’s been acting strange ever since she met him. I didn’t have a chance to talk to her after the dinner because her and Kuya Dylan left early. I’ve called and texted my sister, but she always had some type of excuse. I wanted to know what was up with her, even if she kept reassuring me that she was fine.
My phone pinged, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked down at my screen and saw it was from my boyfriend . I smiled. We haven’t see each other for a few days. He’s been busy with work and I’ve been busy at the clinic this week. We were finally having a date night tonight.
brAD
Hey, princess. Are we still meeting up at Rogue tonight for dinner?
NOLA
Hey, baby. Yes, I can’t wait to see you!
brAD
I can’t wait to see you too! I’ve missed you.
NOLA
I missed you too. See you tonight, baby. xo
brAD
See you later, princess. xo
The corners of my lips tugged from ear-to-ear, smiling wide, butterflies in my stomach. My phone rang, startling me. Glancing at the screen, I was shocked to see my sister’s name flash on there.
“Hey, Ate,” I greeted my sister over the phone, still surprised that she called me.
“Nola, could I stop by your place? I need to talk to you,” Ate Christina told me.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you. Is everything okay?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” she said, worry laced in her tone.
I knitted my brows, concerned about what was going on with her.
“Yeah, come over.”
“I’ll be there soon,” she said, then we ended the call.
A few minutes later, my doorbell rang and I let my sister inside my home.
“Did you want something to drink or eat?” I asked.
“No, I’m okay,” she answered.
I led us to the living room and we sat on the couch on opposite sides, facing one another.
“So, what’s going on? Why did you want to meet today?” I asked, concern in my voice.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you over the last few weeks?—”
“It’s not just avoiding, Ate. You’ve been acting weird, especially around Brad,” I interrupted.
“I’m sorry. I thought I could move passed it, but every time I see Brad, I’m…umm…a bit uncomfortable,” she said softly.
My brows knitted, confused.
“I need to tell you something and get this off my chest.”
“What is it?” I asked reluctantly.
“A month before I married Dylan, I had a one-night stand…” she started, then paused, swallowing. I watched as a wave of goosebumps went down her neck.
I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say. My heart pounded.
“…with Brad,” she said, her eyes filled with fear of my reaction.
I gasped, feeling my heartbeat stop, staring at my sister.
“Sorry, can you repeat that? I thought I heard you say that you had a one-night stand with Brad,” I said, still in disbelief.
Her head moved up and down slowly, nodding. “That’s what I said.”
“Are you sure it’s Brad?” Anxiety was laced in my voice.
“Yes, I know it’s him. Have you slept with him?” she asked.
“Yeah…” I drew out the word.
“Does Brad have a tattoo of a tiger on his arm?”
I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to escape.
Ate Christina lowered her head, unable to look at me. “I’m sorry, Nola. It was a one-time thing. Please don’t tell Dylan.”
“Why did you do it?” My gaze narrowed on her, my lips pressed to a grim line.
She sighed, then looked up at me, our eyes meeting. “I was drunk and so was Brad. We met at a bar and were flirting. I blame it on temptation. Brad gave me another name when we met, though. He said his name was Robert. So when I met Brad, I wasn’t surprised that he used a fake name when we first met because I did the same with him, too.”
I stared at her, unable to say anything and trying to process my thoughts. This time, I was the one that looked away. I didn’t want to look at her. The more I thought about the whole situation, I wasn’t sad.
I was getting angry.
“Nola, please tell me what you’re thinking,” she encouraged.
I turned my head, my gaze intense as I stared at her directly in the eyes, my jaw clenched.
“I can’t believe this. I finally found a nice guy that I really like and am falling in love with, just to find out that you slept with him? And that you cheated on your fiancé?!” My voice crescendo with every word spoken, heat rising to my face. “How do you expect me to feel? Did you think I’ll be happy for you?”
Ate Christina gaped at me, her eyes widened, stunned that I was yelling at her. I haven’t yelled at her before. I pretty much ignored her, especially when my family would comment their comparisons of her successes with me.
“Mom and Dad always compare me to you . Why can’t you be a nurse like your Ate? Look at your Ate, married already and having a baby, ” I mocked. “Now I feel like I’m taking your slopping seconds. I can’t get out of your fucking shadow,” I snapped.
Before she could say something, I kept going.
“Why did you tell me about your one-night stand? So you would feel less guilty now when I brought him around?” I sneered, my blood boiling, my hands balled to fists on my lap. “Are you hoping that I break up with him so you can go behind everyone’s back and fuck him again? Do you feel better now that it’s off your chest, Ate?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you,” my sister said, standing up and hurriedly headed to my front door, a hurt expression on her face.
I got up and followed her. She opened the door, taking a step outside. “You’re a fucking bitch. You only think about yourself, not caring that you ruined my relationship with Brad. What you do in your relationship is not my fucking business. Your guilt should not be brought onto me because you cheated on Kuya Dylan,” I gritted, watching her walk away. Then I slammed the door shut, locking it.
The tears I held back ran down my cheeks, unable to stop. I went into my room, plopped onto the bed, and sobbed.
I didn’t know how long I’ve been in bed, but I must have fallen asleep. My eyes were puffy, taking time to open and adjust to the darkness in the room. I turned the light on, squinting at the brightness. My phone rang, the sound echoing in my room. I lifted it and looked down at the caller ID: Brad . I sighed. Dammit. I didn’t know what to do. I pressed the red circle, sending him to voicemail.
brAD
Hi, princess. Are you almost here? I tried calling, but wasn’t able to get hold of you.
Glancing at the time, I was supposed to meet Brad in five minutes at Rogue Bar and Lounge. My phone rang, Brad was calling me again. I ignored his call. I didn’t want to talk to him or see him right now, especially finding out my sister slept with him.
brAD
Is everything okay? Why aren’t you answering?
My shoulders slumped. I’m not the type to stand someone up or ghost them. I need to see Brad and deal with everything I’m feeling. I know if I try to put it off, it’ll get worse. That’s one of the reasons why I’m so fucking pissed off at Ate Christina.
My thumbs quickly tapped on the screen, typing my message.
NOLA
I’m sorry, I just woke up from a nap. I’m getting ready and heading there soon.
brAD
No worries. I’ll be at the bar when you get here.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The redness on my face was splotchy all over and my eyes were puffy. I changed and freshened up my makeup, then headed out. I was going to be thirty minutes late. I didn’t care. I still wasn’t sure how I’d feel until I saw Brad.
I walked into Rogue Bar and Lounge. My eyes found Brad sitting at the bar, a beautiful blonde woman by his side, facing him. She was talking to him, probably flirting. My body heated, jealousy running through me. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Is this how he was with my sister? The jealousy I felt was gone instantly and replaced with disgust. Thinking of him intimate with Ate Christina made me sick.
Brad looked past the blonde woman, his eyes locked with mine, then he got up, closing the distance between us, grinning wide.
“Hi, princess,” he said, wrapping me in his arms. I barely hugged him back.
He loosened his embrace, but still had his arms around me. He scanned my face, worry flashing in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”
I couldn’t look at him in his eyes, shaking my head. “I’m just tired,” I said softly.
He pinched my chin, tipping it back until our eyes locked. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He sighed, but didn’t press for anymore questions. “Okay, just making sure.” He led me to one of the tables at the bar.
I sat down, then noticed that same blonde woman Brad was talking to a minute ago was chatting with another guy.
“How was work?” he asked.
“It was okay,” I answered, looking down at the menu. If I looked at Brad, I think I’m going to cry. “How was your day?”
“It felt like the day went by slow…” I couldn’t focus on what Brad was saying. My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. Anxiety rushed through my body as the words Ate Christina said went on repeat in my head.
“Nola.” Brad’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him.
“Huh?” I asked.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last minute. Please tell me what’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
My shoulders sagged, reluctant to say anything.
“Please,” he pleaded.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Ate Christina came to see me earlier today,” I started, tears welled as I blinked them back. “She told me that last year, one month before she got married to Kuya Dylan, she had a one-night stand…and it was with you.” My voice cracked as I tried to compose myself.
Brad’s eyes widened. “I’ve never slept with your sister before. I met her for the first time a month ago when we ran into them at dinner. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“She described your tattoo on your arm. You’ve been wear long-sleeves the entire time we’ve been dating. How else would she know you have a tattoo?” A tear ran down my cheek and my hand quickly wiped it away.
He paused, contemplative. “Nola?—”
“I don’t need an explanation. It’s been fun, but this holidate is over. You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend anymore.” I stood up, giving him one last look.
“Nola,” he said again.
“Bye Brad, or Robert…whoever you are.” Then I walked away, not looking back.
“Nola,” I heard Brad calling my name, and I quickened my steps. It wasn’t fast enough.
He grasped my wrist, stopping me.
“Brad, let me go,” I said low, looking around us, not wanting to cause a scene.
“Baby, I need you to believe me. I never slept with your sister,” he said, his eyes pleading for me to believe him.
“I don’t know what to believe or who to trust. Just let me go. I need to be alone,” I said, tears escaping the corners of my eyes. “Please.” My voice trembled.
He released my wrist, and I took that opportunity to get to my car and leave.