Page 16 of Clueless
Exhausted, I lay there, staring at the ceiling.
That night after we finished, we rented a hotel room at another place thatdidn’tlook cockroach infested, and instantly fell asleep.
By the time I woke up, she was gone.
No goodbye. No note. Nothing.
Every single fucking time a blonde woman walked in my bar, I thought it was her. I kept getting my hopes up, hoping to at least talk to her one more time. Even if nothing else happened, she intrigued me far before we had sex.
Now I wonder if I was looking for the wrong girl the entire time. How amiss I was to look for just hair color, as if that couldn’t be changed. She was literallyin a dress that night. I should’ve looked for the tattoos.Something.
It doesn’t matter now, though. Because she’s in my fucking house.
And as my dick gets hard again at the realization, I come to the conclusion:
I’m not letting her leave again.
Lauren belongs to me and Noah, both.
