Page 101 of David's Proposal

He’s not alone tonight. And we both knew that would happen. But our ploy is apparently working.

No matter how much risk had been involved in having sex in Thea’s house in that locked bathroom or the clues left on my dress, no one caught on to the fact that he and I were somehow connected.

The evening was kind of a letdown after I left Thea’s house. My mother dropped me off at my place where I took my sweet time to undress and shower.

My dress is still not clean, and I plan to keep it like that for a while.

I opted against rubbing the stains off the hemline and placed the dress in a garment bag before hanging it in the closet.

I thought about him and the fact that we fucked, stifled our emotions and sailed a sea of suppressed feelings.

Honestly, we did it effortlessly, and while I liked it when it happened, it left a bad taste in my mouth afterward.

It didn’t feel that good a few hours later.

But… Thinking about being spread open and fucked from behind in that bathroom made me want to pleasure myself.

And I did it. A few times in fact.

The pleasure was painful and delicious, the satisfaction lasting even less than when he plunged into me from behind.

There’s a weird disconnection between a part of me that likes having dirty sex with unavailable men––him–– and another part of me that resents the entire thing later.

With that being said, I will say yes to having sex for money.

My mind has been made up.

I flick my eyes away from Thea’s train and catch David looking at me.

His eyes glisten with thoughts as if he knows exactly what’s going on in my head.

As if he’s privy to my inner struggle.

Although his eyes tell me that he’d like more of the same.

More sex in the bathrooms.

More sex stripped of foreplay and aftercare.

He’d given me more attention before we started to have sex for sex only.

Should I fear this new development?

No.

We wanted to have fun. We’re having fun.

If anything, this will help us reach the end faster. It’s better that way.

I don’t want to catch feelings. And then go where exactly?

I don’t know what he reads on my face, but his eyes are still on me.

There are so many people around us. So many of them might see we are staring at each other.

We don’t care. Or we do, but we’re fairly confident everybody’s looking at Thea and Ed.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the wedding officiant says, and they share a kiss.

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