11. Sadie
Eleven
Sadie
I t’s a Thursday night, and I’m sitting with Lilah at Roasters. It’s busy tonight, the coffee shop filled with students and other city dwellers eager to escape the cold and the snow and cocoon themselves away in a cozy corner with a warm drink. It’s the same coffee shop where Shane found me just over six weeks ago, crying over my lost internship. I smile to myself as I send up a secret thank you to the universe for making that internship fall apart. If it hadn’t, I don’t know how long it would’ve taken Shane and I to find our way to each other. I believe it would’ve happened eventually, but probably not this quickly.
Lilah and I are ensconced in a booth, laptops, notebooks, and textbooks spread out on the table between us. Even though we don’t share a major—she’s taking business, while I’m studying psychology—we often get together to study, both to keep each other accountable, and for the fun of taking copious study breaks to chat and gossip and generally distract each other.
I glance up at Lilah, her pretty blond hair falling over her shoulders as she frowns down at her textbook. Her diamond engagement ring glitters in the light as she turns the page, and at the sight of it, my mind leaps back to a couple of nights ago, when Shane had asked me what kind of ring I’d like as I lay naked and sweaty in his arms.
My stomach flips happily just thinking about it, but then sinks when Lilah looks up at me and flashes a smile.
I’m a shitty friend. I’ve been dating her dad for weeks now, and I haven’t breathed a word of it to her. And honestly, Shane and I aren’t just dating. We’re in love. He wants me to move in with him at the end of this semester, and I plan to. He asked me what kind of engagement ring I want for crying out loud. We’re as serious as it gets.
“You okay?” Lilah asks, uncapping a highlighter and streaking it over a few lines in her textbook. “You have a weird look on your face.”
“All good,” I lie, fresh guilt sitting like concrete in my stomach. “Just thinking about this assignment.”
She narrows her eyes at me, but then returns to her textbook. I shift in my seat, the fake leather of the booth creaking beneath me.
Lilah knows me better than almost anyone, and I’ve never kept secrets from her. Especially nothing of this…magnitude.
I have three weeks left in my internship. I can do this for three more weeks, and then beg for her forgiveness and hope she understands that the only reason we kept it quiet was for professional reasons.
I feel a little sick at the thought that this might damage our friendship. Not only because of the secret I’ve kept from her, but what if she thinks it’s gross that I’m dating her dad?
I take a sip of my hazelnut latte and try to refocus on the study notes I’m supposed to be making for my upcoming mid-term, but it’s no use. So instead, I work on organizing my notes for something else while replaying the past few weeks in my head.
I’ve spent so much time at Shane’s that it’s starting to feel like home. And he’s spent so much time inside of me that I ache when he’s not. He’s been steadily working through my fantasies like a man on a mission. He’s marked me up with love bites and bruises, taught me how to suck his cock and swallow his come like a good girl, tied me up and eaten my pussy until I sobbed and begged him to fuck me, shaved me bare in his shower. He’s shaved me more than once now, saying it’s his job to look after my pussy in every single way.
He tells me that I’m his precious good girl, that I’m sweet and special, and that he’s going to spend the rest of his life taking care of me. He holds me in his lap when we watch movies. He washes my hair for me in the shower. He rubs my shoulders and brings me tea when I’m studying. He cuddles me to sleep every night that I’m there, and if I’m not, he always sends me a “good night, sunshine” text. I found out earlier this evening that he paid my tab here at Roasters and put a stupid amount of money on my account so that I’ll never have to pay for anything here again. He even bought me a new pair of winter boots—really pretty and expensive ones—because mine were looking a little worn.
I’ve never felt so cared for, so cherished, in my life.
I’ve also never felt so drunk on pleasure.
A few days ago, before the team left for an extended road trip, he bent me over his desk and fucked me so hard that I squirted a little when I came around his cock. He came inside me, then gently moved my panties back into place.
“You’re going to be thinking of Daddy all day, wearing these come-soaked panties, aren’t you?” he rasped in my ear. “Don’t change them until tonight, then send me a video of you cleaning yourself up like a good girl.”
I almost orgasmed again on the spot. And I did exactly as he’d asked, setting off a filthy string of text messages and pictures and videos. Earlier tonight, he sent me a video of him jerking off with a pair of my panties, rubbing the soft fabric over his gorgeous cock until he came in several long spurts.
I watched it eleven times in a row.
“Okay, spill, Sadie,” says Lilah, pulling me back to the present. She’s grinning at me and I can’t stop the blush that spreads across my cheeks. “What’s his name?”
“What?” I say a little too loudly. My heart is racing, and I swallow, trying to figure out what to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lilah arches a brow at me, a deeply skeptical look on her face. “Please. I know you. You’ve got a dreamy, faraway look on your face, and every time your phone goes off, you reach for it like you might’ve just won the lottery.”
“No, I don’t,” I deny weakly, pulse fluttering in my throat.
“You’re totally dating someone, or at least crushing hardcore. So, who is it?” Lilah taps the end of her highlighter against her plump lips. “You don’t want to tell me, which means it’s someone I know…is it someone from the team? Ooh, is it that equipment guy, the one with the tattoos and the man bun? He’s really hot.” She rolls her lips inward. “Don’t tell Kincaid I said that,” she says with a little giggle.
I take another sip of my latte, mostly to buy myself time.
“I’m, um. Yes. I am seeing someone,” I confess, and Lilah smiles triumphantly. “But he’s not a player on the Thunder.” Which is technically not a lie. Shane’s the coach, not a player.
God, I suck.
“Well, now I’m even more intrigued. You’re seeing someone, not a player on the Thunder…Is it someone from school?”
I shake my head.
“Come on, Sadie. Just tell me. I told you all about Kincaid when he and I got together.” Fresh guilt slices through me.
Bad friend bad friend bad friend bad friend.
The words echo through my mind on an endless loop.
Just then, my phone buzzes with a text, and I glance down. My heart leaps into my throat when the word “Daddy” flashes across the screen.
I snatch it up and shove it in my bag.
Lilah watches me with glee, her mouth open.
“Daddy?” she asks breathlessly. “Oh, this just gets juicier. Is this mystery man older, Sadie?” She grins at me, eyes sparkling. “You can tell me. You know I won’t judge.”
“Um.” I have no idea what to say or what to do. I don’t want to keep lying to her, but Shane and I agreed to keep it just between us until the internship is over. And even if we do decide to tell Lilah early—something I’m thinking we’re going to have to do, given her insatiable curiosity and my terrible acting skills—it’s a conversation that Shane needs to be a part of, too. Lilah’s my friend, but she’s his daughter.
Lilah levels her gaze at me, her eyes bright and assessing. “Did Daddy give you those earrings?” she asks, her brow arched again.
I blush as I reach up to finger the gold and diamond studs in the shape of little suns. Shane gave them to me before he left on the road trip, telling me they were a bit of sunshine for his sunshine. I feel all melty again just thinking about it. I’ve been wearing them almost every day.
“I’m just not…not ready to say who it is yet, okay?” I say after a minute. “Yes, I’m dating someone, and yes, he’s quite a bit older than me. But it’s new and…there are some things to work out before we start telling people. I promise that I’ll tell you soon. As soon as my internship is over.”
I realize the mistake I’ve made when Lilah tilts her head.
“Your internship? So it’s someone who works for the team, isn’t it? Hmmm.” She purses her lips, thinking. “Is it Mark, the scouting director? He’s got a silver fox vibe.” I shake my head. “Oh, is it Jordan, the goaltending coach? I think he got divorced last year, and he’s pretty cute.”
“You’re relentless, you know that?” I shoot her a teasing smile.
My phone buzzes again from inside my bag, and I feel like my world has dropped into slow motion as Lilah reaches across the table and pulls it out before I can react.
“Oh, look, it’s Daddy again,” she says, her eyes glinting.
“Don’t!” I shout, and launch myself across the table. My latte spills, along with Lilah’s tea, the liquids puddling on the table as I reach for my phone. Lilah cannot see what’s in those messages.
“Sadie!” she shrieks as I try to wrestle my phone out of her grip. I’m a ball of panic at this point, and all I care about is sparing Lilah the horror of seeing her dad’s nudes. I’m practically lying on the table, my hands scrabbling at hers, desperation taking over.
“Give it back! Please!” Her textbook hits the floor, along with her highlighters.
“Oh my god, Sadie! What the hell?”
I claw at her fingers and snatch my phone back.
Lilah is gaping at me as though I’ve lost my mind, and I must look absolutely insane to her right now. I’m gasping for air, I’m covered in tea and coffee, and my face is on fire. My hands are shaking.
“What the fuck?” Lilah whisper-shouts, glancing around at the numerous people watching us with interest. She blushes under their scrutiny.
“I’m sorry,” I say, scrabbling back to my side of the table. My pulse is thundering in my ears and I want to crawl into a hole. I’m not normally the person who makes a scene.
“ What is going on?” Lilah frowns at me. “You’ve been acting so weird. I just don’t get it.” She stares at me, and then her expression changes slightly. Her eyes widen, and she glances away, deep in thought.
I take a deep breath and start packing up my things. “I know. And I promise, I’ll be able to explain soon. I just…can’t. Yet.” I shove my arms into my coat, and then sling my backpack over my shoulder. “I’ll…I’ll text you later,” I call over my shoulder.
She doesn’t respond and my heart sinks. I turn and leave Roasters, the cold air a balm to my overheated skin. Maybe once everything is out in the open, Lilah will understand why I had to wrestle my phone away from her in front of a coffee house full of people.
After all, I did just spare her the trauma of seeing her dad’s dick.