Page 24 of The Path to Loving Him
And moaning.
And how much he liked sinking into my pussy.
And how I loved the way he would make me come.
And the sound of spanking filled the room, over and over again.
God, I can still feel it.
But talking about this job? Not so much.
“No, not yet. But I’m sure I’ll talk to him soon. School doesn’t start for a few more weeks. I moved because I wanted to get settled and establish myself before everything got too crazy. Plus, my lease was up, and this place was available, so it workedout. I’m picking up a few shifts at the old bar in the meantime. I should be making more than enough to help pay for some of your expenses.”
He sighs heavily. “Gabby, I told you?—”
“I know what you told me, Bennett, but you need help, and that’s okay. That’s what I’m here for. And when the season is over, you can stay with me. There’s enough room here?—”
“I’m not staying with you, Gabby. You need to live your life and stop putting it on hold for me.”
“I’m not putting my life on hold. I’m just helping. Your dreams are important.”
“And what about your dreams?” he asks. “How come I’m the one who gets to have dreams, and you don’t?”
“I have dreams,” I say defensively as I take a seat on my bed. “But yours are just bigger.”
“That’s bullshit. You matter just as much as I do. I hate seeing you scrounge up every last penny to help me. I want you to do something for you.”
“I am,” I reply. “This coaching position means a lot to me. It’s a step toward what I want to do. A step in the right direction, and if the little bit of money I get from doing it helps pay for some of your food, then that’s a plus.” He sighs again, so I say, “And stop sighing. I want to do this. It’s my responsibility to take care of you, so . . . just be nice and say thank you.”
He pauses for a moment. “Thank you, Gabby.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And you know, when I get called up and I sign a fat contract, the first thing I’m doing is taking care of you.”
“I don’t need you to. I just need you to enjoy every second of all the hard work you put into this.”
“All the hard workweput into this.”
I smile to myself. “Yes, we. And you know, if you happen to give your sister a shoutout during your first press conference, I won’t be mad about it.”
He laughs. “I think I can manage it.”
I stand from the bed and take my sheets to the linen closet next to the bathroom. “Okay, well, I’m going to finish unpacking. I can’t have things unorganized. Good luck tonight.”
“Thank you,” he says. “Love you, Gab.”
“Love you, Benny Boo Boo.”
“Don’t call me that.”
I laugh, and we both hang up. I toss my cell onto the bed and look around my quaint apartment. It’s really nice. When I was told it was an apartment above a garage, I assumed it would be a studio apartment with a mini fridge and microwave as a kitchen. But it’s a one-bedroom with a separate living and sleeping space, an en suite bathroom, a full kitchen with appliances, and a dinette with a window that overlooks the park across the street.
It’s probably one of the nicest places I’ve ever stayed in, and it’s such a good price. I have no doubt that if it wasn’t for David hooking me up, I’d be living in a cardboard box down by the ocean.
Wanting to make this place my own, I take in the windows that need curtains, the couch that could use some throw pillows, and the coffee table that could stand a candle. So I grab my phone again and start a new note, writing down all the things I want to get for the apartment. I have very little saved up, but if I make a list, then I can probably get something once a week.
Once my list is complete, I take a break from unpacking and grab some food because my stomach is growling. I know if I order a pizza, I can make that last a few days for meals, so I grab my keys and head out of the apartment, making sure to lock up. As I make my way down the stairs on the side of the purple garage, two cars pull into the large driveway, causing me to halt.
