Another lie.
Mr. Mason understands and shakes my hand.
I take one last look at their staircase.
She’s gone, and she’s not coming back.
DOMENIC
Present
I haven’t seen Chloe in five years. The night before she left for New York was the last time I ever saw her in person. She hasn’t taken any of my calls or replied to any of my messages. Even the ones I made to Sloan’s Photography when I rang to find out if she worked there, which they confirmed she was.
I probably left a dozen messages, but she never returned any of them.
Until today, I never understood what I did or said that made her up and leave without a word or any explanation. As far as I knew, she enjoyed herself that night, and fuck, so did I.
Her body responded to me so well, and I know for a fact she came. A girl can’t fake it the way her body felt beneath mine.
Fuck! I haven’t been able to forget that night. No matter how many women I’ve slept with, they can’t compare to Chloe. And now, now she’s back in my life, and if she thinks she can come back to Vixen Falls and leave without explaining her actions, then she has another thing coming.
When Coach said we were going to be featured inSleek Sports Magazineand Sloan’s Photography was coming out to take the pictures, I somehow knew it would be Chloe.
I’ve been following her career, her social media pages, anything where I could get a glimpse into her life. But I was angry, no furious, and the thought of Chloe coming back here made me flip. I tried everything I could to forget her, even almost got to the point of proposing to Cassandra to try and move on.
And now, here she is, looking hotter than ever.
She’s aged but in a good way. She is now a woman. A hot woman with sexy toned legs that had me hot all over when she walked into the gym today. Her eyes are still large and dark, eyes I can get lost in if she would stay with me long enough.
She’s wearing a little makeup, her lips are glossy and lick-worthy, but they are now fuller, making me want to suck and bite them.
I told myself when she arrived in Vixen Falls, I wouldn’t give her the time of day because she didn’t deserve it. Coach, however, had other ideas and gave me no choice. He instead gave me an ultimatum to go out with Chloe tonight, or else I won’t get to play this weekend, so I agreed.
When I walked into the bar tonight and got a glimpse of Chloe, I knew I wasn’t letting her go again. I still feel the same as I did five years ago.
I want her.
I’m not letting her leave me again.
“Please, Chloe, will you do this for me and give me one last chance.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious,” I whisper, my eyes roaming her body.
I see her shudder, and I know I am affecting her. She is fighting this, but why I have no idea why.
She clears her throat, trying to compose herself, then bores her eyes into mine. “Let’s get this straight, I’m here on business, and that’s all. I’m here to take some photos, then I’m out of here. I don’t care what—”
Her words are caught in her throat because just like that, I don’t let her finish her sentence. I don’t need to hear about her leaving because there’s no way I’m letting her go again. Not if I have anything to do with it, so I smash my lips to hers in a hungry kiss. I moan and instantly feel a flutter in my stomach. Being with Chloe is the only time I have ever felt these butterflies of excitement.That has to mean something, right?
Chloe’s hands come out and rest on my chest, and pressure is placed there, but I don’t give up. I walk her backward toward the tree and kick her feet apart as I rub my hard-on against her, so she knows exactly how turned on I am.
“It’s been five years,” I whisper against her lips. “How many men have you slept with?” I ask at the same time biting down on her bottom lip then swiping my tongue along the seam. “How many?” I repeat.
She moans as I bring my hands up to cup her breasts through the shirt she’s wearing.
“Have they made you feel like this?” I continue, trailing hot kisses down her cheek and beneath her ear. “Did they make you come?” I growl, pinching on her nipples.