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She comes at me like a panther, and I don’t know who just walked into my office, but it isn’t Lola. She perches herself on my desk and fingers my tie. “If I can’t interest you in a drink, then maybe I can interest you in something else.”
I swallow. She slides into my lap and kisses my throat. Her panties are pink, and they are right on my dick, and it doesn’t matter how pissy I am because my dick doesn’t care.
My dick wants Lola.
She grinds on me like a stripper and peppers my mouth with breathy kisses, and it only aggravates me more. When I try to slide my hand into her panties, she slaps it away.
“For once it’s not about you, Daire.” Her words are as sharp as a whip, and her eyes are too.
I should stop this before it even begins because it can only end one way. But I’m weak from our verbal jousting as of late and all I really want right now is to know that she still wants me after she saw my leg.
Lola takes the reins. She retrieves my dick and toys with me while she plays with herself and makes me watch. It’s hot and I’m ready to fuck her six ways from Sunday, but the party’s all over when she comes first. She leaves my dick cold while she tries to slide off my lap.
I grab her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She smiles, and she’s angry at the fucking world right now. “Oh, didn’t I tell you, Adrian? I’m done with you now.”
This is awkward because my dick is still hard and she’s pulling her skirt down, and I don’t know what to do. But my irritation wins out in the end.
She yelps when I stand up and spin her around, pinning her in my arms. I grab a handful of her ass cheek before I haul off and slap it. She jolts forward with a screech and then falls elbows first onto the surface of my desk.
I pull her skirt back up, and she tries to protest. That problem is solved when I clamp my hand over her mouth.
“Done fucking me?” I’m jerking off with my free hand and staring at her dripping wet pussy.
Lola mumbles a bad word and then tries to bite me. My palm reverberates off of her ass again, and I tug harder on my dick.
“We had a deal,” I say. “And guess what, Lola? We’re not done yet.”
She doesn’t try to wrestle away anymore. What she does is worse. She watches me with dead eyes while I take my frustrations out on my cock. The resulting orgasm is forced and weak. But I take satisfaction in spilling myself over her ass and wiping my come into her skin.
Only then do I dismiss her. “Now I’m done with you, pet.”
She collects herself and eyes me with a hatred I didn’t know she was capable of. It’s a product of every man that’s ever hurt her, myself included.
“We’re done,” she tells me. “For good. Do you get that, Daire? You and I are finished. No more dinners. No more forced dates. And no more sex. In fact, why don’t you just do us both a favor and forget you ever met me.”
I believe her. Lola has finally snapped, and I never thought this day would come. But I can’t deny that it’s happening. She came here with clear intentions, and it’s evident to me now. She wanted to make me feel like shit.
When she walks out the door without another word, looks like it’s mission accomplished.
29
Lola
At some point, I decided it was a good idea to try a kickboxing class. In my head, I imagined myself kicking and punching my frustrations out on the bag. But in reality, I’m not coordinated enough to keep up with the instructor, and it’s only making me more exasperated by the second.
I quit while I still have some pride left and sneak out during a water break. I’m a sweaty, hot mess, and what I really need right now is a coffee. I utilize the gym showers and forgo makeup so I can snag one from my favorite shop before they close.
The walk back home is short, and my apartment is quiet, and nothing on television is capturing my interest. If I hadn’t already ended it, today would have been the day that Daire and I completed our agreed upon no strings attached relationship.
There are always strings. And sometimes they are sticky and messy, and you can’t seem to sever them no matter what you do. It’s been a hard lesson. One of many that I’ve learned over the last decade of my life. I have failed and failed again at so many things, and I’m sick of it.
This is my wake-up call. The catalyst that I needed to see once and for all that I’m the captain of my own ship and it’s up to me to navigate my life course. I never needed Daire or anyone else to blaze my trail. I let my fears control me, and instead of owning up to them, I cowed down. That changes now.
I have a lot of work to do, and it’s time to stop feeling sorry and start taking action. The first thing I do is invite Mellie over to the shop so I can apologize. She agrees, and when she shows up, we both blurt out our apologies at the same time.
Mellie laughs, and so do I. “I’m sorry,” she says. “You go first.”
