Page 13 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

“Right back at you. Welcome back,” I smile, throwing my arms around her again. A chuckle slips past her lips, her arms pulling me back into a big hug.

“It’s good to be back. Although I have to admit that it would’ve been a better homecoming if Greg were with me,” she sighs, her expression turning cloudy for a moment.

“Where is Greg?” I ask.

“He stayed back in Denver. Apparently there’s another client he needed to meet with that was going to take a little bit longer. I was so ready to get back home, I left. He should be back in a week,” she says.

“That time will fly by before you know it,” I smile, taking her bag from her side.

“Yeah, but I’m going to miss him terribly,” she pouts. I can’t help but laugh and roll my eyes at her dramatic sigh. Those two have been inseparable since they met, fell head over heels in love, and got married all in the span of a few weeks, eight years ago.

“Come on, you big baby. Time for happy hour, so we can catch up on everything that happened in the last two months,” I say.

“A mocktail sounds perfectly refreshing to me,” she says.

Chapter 4

An Endless Cycle

Cole

“Yes, yes, yes, mi amor!”

I glance down at the writhing woman underneath me. Head thrown back, full lips still stained red from the lipstick she’d had on them for most of the night open as she moans in ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhh! Yes, Papi, right there,” she moans, clawing at my back as she tries to pull me even deeper into her. It’s probably for the best that her eyes are closed. No woman would want to see an expression as uninterested as the one on my face right now, while I’m thrusting inside of her.

When I first got with her, it was exciting. I was on a high from the thrill of the chase, drawn in by her beautiful features and model perfect body. But now, barely a month later, I’m starting to lose interest.

It’s a routine that I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. Women are a temporary accessory in my life. They come and they go. Too many faces to count. Some I could walk past in a crowded room and not even remember ever meeting.

They’re all the same to me, and they all want the same thing. Fortunately for me, I happen to have what they want. Money. So, I take from them, just as they do from me.

It’s a convenient exchange that is meant to be purely transactional, but it never fails that somewhere down the line, they always decide that they want something more.

They try to convince me of the sincerity of their “love,” but I’ve heard every single lie that they could ever come up with, even the most creative ones.

“Oh, Papi, you’re soooo big!” She continues to writhe under me, clutching me even tighter. My thrusts get faster now, desperate to bring this session to an end.

“I’m so close,” she murmurs under her breath, pulling my head down for a kiss.

I oblige her, knowing it’s probably the last time she’ll ever get to kiss me again.

She squeals as her orgasm starts to tear through her body, speaking feverishly in Spanish as she grinds against me, wrapping her legs around my hips as she pulls me deep.

Once she’s ridden out her orgasm, I pull out of her, rolling onto my back. I don’t even care that I didn’t get to come. I pull off the condom and throw it in the wastebasket by the bed.

As soon as I turn back around, she instantly curls up against me, snuggling into my chest.

“That was amazing, baby,” she yawns, rubbing up and down my chest softly. Her nails scratch my skin as she does so, and I resist the urge to hold her hand in place.

“I love you, Papi,” she says.

I freeze, my entire body seizing up at those words.

Shit. Now I really have to end things with her.

I stare down at the glossy head of bleached golden blonde hair resting on my chest. I can’t see her face, but judging from the way her own body tenses, I can tell that she’s waiting with bated breath for me to say it back too.

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