Page 1 of Stay with Me

CHAPTER 1

Getting Ready

Reminisce

Six months ago…

I stand in front of the mirror taking myself in. The black dress is sexy, but flirty and classy. The strappy black heels are edgy and sexy.

I bite my lip and think for the millionth time that I should cancel. I mean, it’s a blind date. Is this what I want?

“You want a relationship, and this is how you’re going to move toward it,” I mumble to myself.

The diamond ankle bracelet around my ankle catches the light and reflects in the mirror. I look down at it and think to take it off. I’m thrown back in time to the man who gave it to me and how.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he groaned.

I threw my head back as he thrusted into me. My hands were fisted in the sheets, my fingers aching from the tight grip. He never fails to bring me blinding pleasure.

It’s why I’m so addicted to him. I cried out as he pulled my toe into his mouth and started to suck it as he began to thrust deeper. My entire body buzzed, my scalp tingled.

“Oh God, baby. Please,” I cried.

“You like that, baby?” he groans. “Your pussy is getting so wet. I want you to come for me again. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I’m coming. I’m so close.”

“I know. I can feel it. You earned this gift, baby. You make me want to spoil you. Look how pretty it looks on you.”

I looked at him in confusion and then glance at my ankle as he sucks on my toe. The diamond tennis bracelet winkled back at me as he started to pound harder, bringing me to climax.

“Fuck,” I cried out as I shook beneath him.

I laid there in shock, panting and wishing he could be the one. I loved the bracelet, but I think it’s time to take a break. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I know we can’t stay together.

I come back to the present as my phone rings. Running a hand over my forehead, I then release a breath. I push all those thoughts back. I need more than great sex.

I want stability and safety. He can’t give that to me, no matter how much I want that from him. I pick up my phone and look at the screen.

I sigh. Then there’s the other reason we can never be. Shaking my thoughts off, I answer the call.

“Hey, Saga. What’s up, sis?”

“Hey, when are you going to make some time for me and your nephews?”

“Are my little cuties asking for their favorite auntie?”

“You’re their only auntie, and they can’t talk yet,” she chuckles.

“If they could, they would tell you I’m their favorite.”

“Whatever, what are you up to? I feel like I got to talk to you more when I lived in New York than I do now that we live in the same state.”

“You’re married with children now. You’re the one who doesn’t have time for me,” I reply.

“Excuses, excuses. I want some time.”

“Well, it ain’t happening tonight.”

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