Chapter 20 #2
“I know the word no is hard for you to comprehend, but no. You and I are done. We’ve been done for a long time now, Molly.
How could you force someone to be with you, because that’s exactly what’s happening.
That contract is the only reason this stayed happening as long as it did.
” I gesture between my naked body and hers fully clothed, as she’s still on her knees. “Get up and go home.”
She stands up on her feet like a pro, her eyes leering at me. “If she never came back here, this wouldn’t be happening.”
I laugh. “It would have happened; it probably would have taken me longer, but it would've happened.” I know that for a fact.
Keeping balance on her thin heels, she walks to her purse, snatching it into her hand. “Good luck paying the loan off. You, I, and everyone else in this piece of shit town know you don’t have the money.” Molly taps her chin. “Maybe we can turn Driftwood Marina into a resort.”
“Get out!” I roar at her, making her jump. But it does what I need it to do; she leaves, slamming the door.
Diverting from the bathroom, I pick up the room phone and push for the front desk.
“Front desk.” The strong accent announces.
“This is Bohdi Westmore, room 4. Do not allow anyone in my room. I don’t care if it’s the president. No one.”
“Oh. Okay, yes, sir. I’ll notate that down.”
I hang up, not needing to say anything else.
After locking the door, I finally step into the shower, the water as hot as it could go.
Perching myself up by my hands on the shower wall, head bent down, I let the water spray right onto my head, feeling like someone is massaging it. My mind takes me back to last night on August's sofa, and instantaneously my cock hardens.
Pouring body wash onto my rag, I quickly clean myself before dropping it into the shower basin.
Rubbing my hands together, I lather them up.
My dick solid with just thoughts of August. Having her grind her pussy on me last night and coming in my pants brought me back to the beginning.
Squeezing her filled-out hips and enjoying her bigger breasts plays through my mind.
My hand encloses around the base of my dick, putting pressure on it as I glide my palm to my hilt and back up to the head of my dick.
My other hand holds me up. August is the only picture in my mind as I fuck my hand, remembering how her pussy would wrap around my dick like a vise-grip.
Back then, I couldn’t go for as long as I wanted, but now, I could give her a wild ride.
Squeezing harder, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it, a moan releases from me. My balls draw up, and I can feel my toes tingling. Gliding my palm up to my tip, I watch my cum shoot out and down the shower drain, all while I moan, wishing it was August.
Pumping a few more times, I stop when I can’t take the feeling anymore; my dick too sensitive, I step out on shaky legs, drying my body off in record time before throwing on some clothes.
I don’t comb my hair, just run my hand through it while looking in my bag for my own personal folder for the store.
Deciding not to ride my bike the two blocks, I walk, enjoying the morning.
Smiling when I get to the front of the store, trying to imagine it decorated the way August would. But I can’t dream up that vision. She’s different now than the girl who left years ago.
Unlocking the door, I prop it open with the doorstop to let fresh air in.
Remembering so long ago walking in here when I first signed the papers, thinking she’d return, and I’d give it to her, but she never came, and I could never let this place go.
I wanted to, but something inside me kept me from selling it.
But now I know why. It was always meant for August.
“Hello,” is called from the front of the store. Peeking my head through the swinging kitchen door, I spot Kai standing in the middle of the store.
I don’t greet him. “What are you doing here?” I let the door swing shut behind me.
Huffing, “It’s nice to see you too, brother.” He closes the gap between us all as he takes in the building.
My brother and I were always close, even after August left, but once coming back to Driftwood and being with Molly, all changed.
Especially after the signing of the contract.
I knew I should have been there to look over it before it was all final, but Molly talked me into going on vacation with her.
And me being me, I thought I could trust her and them.
I couldn't look my brother in the eyes and tell him our father and mother were victims of exploitation while our father was trying to heal from his stroke. And it was my fault; I trusted the Williams; they gave me no reason to not trust them. And now I have to fix it. There is no way I’m letting them get Driftwood Marina.
I’ll sell a fucking kidney if I must. That place has been in our family for three generations.
No one is taking it because they tried to backstab us.
They backstabbed us, but that knife is now out of my back and coming for theirs.
Kai continues to take in the building, writing things down on a notepad. “If you should know, August wanted me to come while she signed the contract to look over the building to make sure everything is in working order.” He cuts his eyes at me.
“Well, take a look; everything is perfect. All I think is needed is a fresh coat of paint and some minor tweaks around.” I try to hide my smile as I walk to the counter and ensure the contract is laid out for her signature.
Looking at my phone, the notary should arrive around the same time August does.
I want to talk to my brother, but I also don’t want him to have to worry about the marina.
He’d work his hands to the bone to pay down the loan, and I can’t have him doing that.
So, I just keep my mouth shut. This money today will help a lot.
My parents pay twelve hundred dollars a month toward a loan they think is four hundred thousand dollars, not knowing it’s something completely unfathomable.