Page 17 of Fate Forever and Always

I gripped my cock harder and moved my hand faster to chase my release. I was picturing Callie on her knees, ready and waiting for me. Her plump lips wrapped around me. Licking the thick vein on the underside of my–“Fuck, yes, Callie.” I practically yelled her name when I came. God, this woman is going to be the death of me.

Callie

Holy. Fucking. Headache!

What did I do last night? I don’t even remember coming home. I lifted the blanket and saw I was still in my dress from last night, but my heels were on the floor. The faint smell of coffee and bacon made my stomach turn before I could enjoy it. I ran to the bathroom, hurling up my entire body weight in liquid.

When I could finally get my shit together, I changed into sweats, brushed my teeth, and headed to the kitchen. Nick was sitting there reading the newspaper with his glasses on the tip of his nose. It was cute, kind of like a little old man.

“I think I just got a vision of the future when you’re an old man on Sunday mornings sitting there with your paper and coffee.”

Nick looked at me and placed his glasses down on top of the rest of the newspaper. “Morning, Sweets. Are you saying you plan on waking up to me when we are old and gray?”

“Shut up. You know what I meant.”

He sipped his coffee again. “No, I don’t, but a guy can hope, right?”

He gave me another smug smile and then motioned toward the microwave. “I made you some bacon and eggs. You just have to heat it up.” He stood and placed his dishes in the sink. “Don’t worry about the dishes. I'll get them done after my shower.”

He tried to walk away, but I couldn’t let him go without talking about last night. I felt horrible for making him take care of me.

“Nick, thanks for getting me home last night. I’m sorry about that fight in the car. You were just trying to help. I know you care about what happens to me.”

“I know, Sweets. Think nothing of it.”

He tried to walk away, but I stopped him once again. “About the kiss…I…I’m sorry about that, too. Thank you for being a gentleman.”

He called out from down the hall. “Don’t sweat it, Sweets. It wasn’t the first time and won’t be the last…I promise.”

My cheeks blushed, and I bit my lip with the memory of that kiss running through my head. I couldn’t remember details of everything that had transpired, but I did remember kissing him at the door and then leaving me wanting. I’m trying to figure out why I really want to do it again.

After two failed attempts at holding my food down, I gave up and got ready for my piano lesson and read a little of my book before Aubrey came over. I figured I could just sip on water until I was ready to try to eat again. I was a little on edge getting ready because this was the first lesson since the breakup. When I broke up with Jake, I called and told all my students I had an emergency and needed a few weeks off. I am happy to be getting back into a routine again.

I heard the front door open just as I finished brushing my hair. Aubrey told me last night that she would stop by at some point today because she had something to give me in private. She looked a little uncomfortable about whatever it was, but I knew I would be able to suss her out as soon as she came over.

I walked into the living room thinking I would find her sitting on the couch, but the living room was empty. I looked around and realized there was an envelope on the table next to the napkin holder. It had my name on it in Aubrey’s writing.

Weird.

When I opened the envelope, I was holding a five-thousand-dollar check. I sat down because I was taken aback by the fact that I was holding that much money. I tried calling her, but she ignored it. A moment later, a text came through.

Aubrey

No, I am not taking it back.

Yes, you are cashing it, or I will do it for you. It is for you to get back on your feet.

And before you ask, no…you won't be paying me back.

I gripped my phone and held it to my chest. God, I love her. I don’t want to cash it, but I’m so broke I don’t have a choice.

Today I was teaching my favorite student, Cooper. I couldn’t wait to see his cute little face.

“Why are you in a new house, Miss Callie?” Cooper asked.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to an eleven-year-old because he may understand what breakups are, but I didn’t exactly want to be the one to teach a child about relationships and cheating. It wasn't my place to teach him that. “It was just time to move on, so I moved in with my best friend.”

“Okay,” he said, giving me a shrug.

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