Page 10 of My Damaged Protector

“Is that a promise?” she asks eagerly.

“Only if you want it to be.” I wink in response.

She slaps my chest playfully before she starts to push me off her.

“Get off me. I need to quickly freshen up. You can make yourself at home in the meantime.”

“Sure.”

I kiss her lips briefly before I get off her. I take my jeans off the floor, removing my briefs and pulling them up my legs asshe passes by me. Her eyes meet mine shyly before she looks away and walks out of the room with my eyes glued to her naked backside.

Damn.

I'm so glad she's not married. And yes, I checked. There's no ring on her finger or any indent of one.

Since she's given me permission to feel comfortable, I walk around her living room, properly taking in the extravagant show of wealth in her home.

Sarah is rich. I guess the writing thing is really paying off for her.

Walking farther into the house, I see an open door and glance into it. It's a library.

I enter inside without any hesitation, allowing myself to look through the books on the shelf. As I inspect, I come across three books with her name on them, and I pick them all up before I go to sit on the luxurious, cozy reading seat in one corner.

There's a sneaky, weird feeling taking root at the back of my mind about how way out of my league I am in this place. But it's not until I finish reading the bio behind the three books I pick up that I realize how far!

Sarah is not just rich. She is successful. She has a life put together and knows what it is she'll have for dinner tonight, breakfast tomorrow morning, and many more days to come. Whereas for me, I have no idea what I'll be served at the motel tonight or tomorrow morning, not to mention what I'll eat for lunch.

She is way out of my league. And if I stick around, I have a feeling I'll be more of a liability to her. Lord knows I wouldn't do that to anyone I don't like, not to mention Sarah, who I actually did like and still do.

Nah, this won't work.

Standing up, I walk back into the living room and leave her house as quietly as I can without alerting her.

Finding my way back to the motel from her house is easy because I'm good with routes. All I have to do is take it once.

As I pass the reception, the lady, Susie, tells me dinner is ready, and she'll have mine brought soon. I thank her and walk to my room.

When I enter, I collapse onto the bed, not even caring to check if the bed sheet is clean. I didn't check earlier, either.

As I lay here, I try not to focus on the mess that's my life and instead try to remember the feeling alcohol had given me earlier. Unfortunately, I can't feel anything due to the time that has passed since my last drink.

Someone knocks on my door, and I stand up to attend to them. It's a new face—room service.

“Your dinner, sir,” she says.

“Yeah, thanks,” I murmur and take it from her hands.

Heading back inside, I close the door and open the food.

Burger and fries. Great.

As I eat, I try to enjoy the meal because it is indeed a tasty one, but my head is too full of unwanted thoughts.

By the time I finish, I enter the bathroom to take a shower, hoping it'll calm me down a little. It doesn't.

One would think I would feel a lot more relaxed after having the best orgasm of my life.

But I just had to find out the woman I like is doing better than I am and bail.

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