Page 52 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"But you never order takeout for dates, not even in hotels. You say you don't want there to be an expectation of cuddling or-"

"We're not cuddling. I am in the living room waiting for the takeaway to come and she's in the bathroom, showering."

"Showering?"

He pauses for a couple of seconds. "You banged the daylight out of her, didn't you?"

"No, I ... Anyways, what is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, what woman showers at a guy's place unless her body is stained with cum or-"

"Really?" I say angrily. "That sounds absolutely-"

"What? It sounds like the truth."

"No, it's not the truth." I cut him off. I'm annoyed and I know I shouldn’t be. "Look, I don't really want to talk about this with you, Jackson. It's just not appropriate. Sarah's a good girl and-"

"She's a good girl now?” He bursts out laughing. “Are we talking about the same woman that posted on our company intranet that she was looking for a billionaire?” He pauses. “I guess it worked huh? Apparently she got herself one."

"She didn't get herself anything. She knows the rules."

"So you told her that there will be no more than five bang sessions?"

"Yes." I snarl into the phone. "Not that it's any of your business."

"I'm not saying it is my business. I just want to make sure that we're all on the same page here."

"You don't need to be on any page." I hear the sound of a door opening and lower my voice. The last thing I need is Sarah hearing this conversation. "Anyway, I got to go."

"Oh, has your darling Sarah decided to come out and bang you for the fifth time?"

"Bye, Jackson." I hang up, annoyed. I'm not going to pay attention to what he’s just said. I take a couple of deep breaths and turn around to see Sarah walking down the corridor wrapped in a towel. Her hair is long and wet and she offers me a small impish smile that makes my heart tug. She really is cute and I don’t know that I like the fact that I’m noticing that.

"Hey, I don't suppose you have any conditioner, do you?" She asks me softly and my heart flutters as she looks at me. She's beautiful, really, really beautiful. I realize as I'm sitting there listening to her favorite artists waiting on Chinese food to arrive in my own home, that I love having her here. I love being around her. I love making love to her. I love talking to her. I love just being in her space and a part of me doesn't want her to leave, which is not good. At all.

"Oh yeah. I don't use it that often, it's most probably in the cupboard." I nod gruffly as I jump up. "Come on, I'll get you some."

"Thanks." She says softly. "I didn't mean to interrupt or get water on the floor, but I really need conditioner or my hair just frizzes up and-"

"It's okay." I shrug and can’t resist giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "I’m sure your frizzy hair would still be beautiful. I don't care."

"Thank you for those words, but my frizzy hair makes me look like a scarecrow," she says with a laugh as she surveys my face. I can see she's surprised by my words, maybe even more surprised than I am. I wonder if I should go to the doctor because something is definitely not right in my head.

19

Sarah

Dear Diary,

Have you ever experienced a moment so perfect that it makes you want to cry? Have you ever just felt so connected to one person that it doesn't feel real? Well, of course you haven't. You're an inanimate object. You don't feel anything. It would be weird if you did. Or maybe I'm just weird. That's more likely. But I'm just here to say that I felt something today. And get your mind out of the gutter, I don't just mean Ethan's cock. Hehe, don’t judge me.

I mean something special. Something visceral. I felt it in every bone of my body. But it scared me.

It’s super scary to know you’re getting the feels for someone. It’s much like the day when you realize you won't live forever and have no control over anything in life. But anyway, I'm blabbering on. I will tell you more soon. After I laugh and cry.

Sunny and always smiling, Sarah

The smell of hot and greasy Chinese food greets me as I make my way out of Ethan's bathroom and head towards the kitchen. I can hear Noah Kahan's suave and svelte voice carry through the room and I smile. I’m happily surprised that Ethan is playing his music. I hadn’t expected that he would actually listen to him.

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