Page 50 of Tamed By You

Harry

My apartment, 30 minutes?

Ali

Sorry, can't tonight. Aunt Flo is visiting.

Harry

Okay, I'll come to you after she's gone.

Ali

Sorry she’s going to be here a while.

Harry

I'll meet her. Aunts love me.

Ali

This one doesn't. It’s just you and your hand tonight, baby.

I throw my phone, not liking the way she's dismissing me. I head to my custom-made closet that houses my endless collection of designer suits. The sensor lights glow as I enter, and I search the shelves for something to throw on. With only my grey sweats on, I find a white t-shirt, black hooded sweatshirt, and tennis shoes.

Once I’m dressed, I snatch my keys from the kitchen island and make my way to my car. She’s not dismissing me that easily.

I've never been to her apartment. I've dropped her off after a quick hook up in my car, but I’ve never been inside. I park up on the street outside her building and head up to her floor. I havemy story ready in case Gabby is there, so she doesn’t question my motives.

I buzz and I hear movement from behind the door. When it opens, there stands Ali, baggy t-shirt, black sweatpant shorts, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, no make-up and yellow stickers on her face, and honestly, she’s never looked more beautiful. I've never seen her like this. It takes her a second to register it's me and she closes her eyes. Letting out a low groan, her shoulders sag in defeat. “Ugh, my cheesecake.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Cheesecake? Are we doing the weird pet name thing now because you can call me your cheesecake if I can call you my sugar muffin?” I bop her on the nose with my index finger.

She shakes her head. “Excuse me. One, I was waiting for my DoorDash, and two, what the hell are you doing here?”

Ignoring the second part of her question I ask, “You DoorDashed cheesecake? Isn't that a bit weird?”

She rises on her tiptoes, looking over my head, then leaning out the doorway and looking down one end of the hallway and then the other. I laugh, “Are you looking for that opinion I just gave that you didn't ask for again?”

She straightens. “Sure am, and nope couldn't find it.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh then ask, “Are you going to invite me in?”

“N—”

“Thanks, I’d love to come in,” I say pushing past her and stepping into the apartment.

I take in my surroundings, it’s small with a cozy vibe and it’s clear women live here. Light, white-washed floors cover the open plan space. A white couch with pink cushions takes up the main space in the living area, a TV in the corner in front of a large window. Photographs cover one wall, and I make my way over to look to find images of Ali, Gabby and Ria over the years.There’s some from Lexi and Elle’s birthday parties the past year and then there's a group one of all of us in Vegas.

“Aww, you got me up on the wall, Ali Cat.”

“Don't flatter yourself. That was Gabby,” she calls as she heads for the kitchen. I walk over to the small island that’s large enough for two people to sit at and lean my forearms on the back of the bar stool.

She opens the refrigerator bending slightly and my eyes follow the movement, the curve of her ass, her toned legs flexing, making my dick hard. She closes the door, turning to face me opening a carton of milk and adding it to her mug.

“You not gonna offer me one?”

“No. Why would I when you’re leaving,” she says bluntly.

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