Chapter Twelve
Bella
I walk into my parents’ house to find it empty, not that I expected anything different. Dad will still be at work and Mom will be at some social event, or out shopping in preparation for her next one.
To say Reed was unhappy about me not staying with him this evening was an understatement.
If a forty-three-year-old could throw a tantrum, he definitely would have.
However, I managed to convince him that a night apart wouldn’t be the end of the world and that I needed to come up with a suitable reason to be away for the next two nights.
The girls are definitely going to need to cover for me; thankfully, both Mia and Harper have their own places. Ava, like me, lives at home. It was just her and her Dad until a few years ago when her Dad’s new wife, and Ava’s new step-brother moved in, but that is a whole other story.
Checking my wristwatch I note it’s dinner time and, as if on cue, my stomach grumbles.
I drop my bag by the bottom of the stairs, deciding that I’ll take it up once I’ve had something to eat.
Checking the contents of the fridge, I’m disappointed to not find any leftovers. It’s not that I can’t cook, it’s just that right now I’m super exhausted and just want something easy. Spotting the ham and a loaf of bread, I decide to make myself a quick sandwich.
I hear my phone ping from my bag in the entrance as I’m tidying up the kitchen. I take my plate with my sandwich and an apple and head upstairs, grabbing my bag along the way. I check my phone as I walk through my bedroom door, unsurprised to see who it’s from.
Reed: Tell me again why I’ve walked into my house all alone?
Bella: One night, it’s one night without me
Reed: One night too many
Bella: Poor baby, two nights with me and you’re already craving more
Reed: Damn right. I’m craving every night with you
I squeal, falling back on the bed and kicking my legs like a little girl. I still can’t believe this is real, that Reed Burke is mine.
Reed: You better be at mine first thing tomorrow morning. I don’t want to jerk off to thoughts of you. I want the real thing
Holy crap. That is seriously hot. I always knew Reed was an experienced guy, I’d grown up hearing mom talk about his man whore ways and how he’d never settle down. But I didn’t realize how dirty he was, nor did I realize how much I’d like it, how much it turns me on.
I quickly fire a group message to the girls.
Bella: If anyone asks, I’m staying with Harper this weekend – Saturday through to Monday morning
Mia: Someone’s getting banged!
Ava: Go girl!
Harper: I will love having your imaginary ass with me
Bella: Love you all
Harper: Why don’t you ‘stay’ with me tonight as well?
Bella: Don’t think that would go over too well with my parents
Ava: Who cares, go get some dick!
Bella: Also, my vagina needs a night off
Mia: Fair. How big are we talking?
Bella: Remember Toby James from school? For reference Mia, he was a huge football player
Harper: You saw his dick? WTF?
Bella: No…but we all saw his forearms ;)
I laugh out loud at the array of messages and GIFs that come through from the girls — I really do love them. We message back and forth for a bit while I unpack, checking in with each other about general life. Harper jokes that she’s sending a care package for my massacred pussy.
Unpacking from a trip always sucks, but the silver lining is that this time, once I’m done, I get to pack again for Reed’s.
Looking through my underwear drawer, I find a matching set with stockings and a garter. I smirk to myself — I know exactly what I’m wearing to his tomorrow. I pack a few more items of clothing for the weekend and pick a sexy, yet suitable, outfit for work on Monday.
While I’m finishing up I hear the front door open downstairs and the familiar sound of my Dad’s footsteps on the marble floor.
“Bella? You home, girl?” he calls up the stairs.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” I call back. I zip up my holdall and put it to the side of my room. Making my way downstairs I prepare my weekend cover story.