Page 60 of Falling for Them
“Thank you both, for the wonderful night.I truly, truly enjoyed it.”
She pulls her panties all the way up and whirls away, leaving the bedroom.
King and I look at each other as Ella’s faint footsteps pad down the hall.
“I’m not ready for her to go,” I say.“Are you?”
“Fuck, no.”
Naked, I hurry after her.From the corner of my eye, I see King pulling on his boxers, but I don’t even bother.I need to convince our little girl to stay.Stay tonight.Stay forever.
Ella’s in the main entry where I helped her out of her dress.She lifts it up, trying to find the right orientation.“Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters, her hands flailing in the yards of flowing blue fabric.
The elevator door whooshes open, but it isn’t because Ella pushed the button.No, as she’s struggling to get on her dress, someone else is coming in.
The new arrival looks around the room, his blue eyes wide in confusion before narrowing in on Ella.
“What thefuck,” he says.
Ella gasps.She turns around to see him standing there.
Her voice is a whisper.“Joel.”
Seventeen
Ella
Oh, shit.
I know what this looks like to my ex.I’m in my panties, holding last night’s dress, barefoot, and in the presence of his dad and his dad’s best friend, who are both naked.
It looks like I’ve just fucked Joel’s dad and Sebastian.
And in this case, things are exactly as they appear.
My heart thuds a rhythm of panic and shame.What kind of woman sleeps with her ex’s father?
For the longest moment, everyone stares at each other.I can’t move, until finally I remember my tits are bare, and I pull the dress against my body, trying to hide myself.
Joel snorts.“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.What in the hell is going on?”
Nobody answers.
Joel points at Mr.Tyler, and then Sebastian.“You guys are sleeping with mygirlfriend?”
“She’s not your girlfriend anymore, you fucking cheater,” Sebastian says in a cheerful voice.
My face is on fire.I’ve never felt so naked, so exposed.
Everything Mr.Tyler, Sebastian, and I just did, every magical moment we shared, every absolutely perfect feeling, transforms into feelings of regret.I don’t do the things I’ve just done.Fantasize about them?Sure, all the time.But actuallydothem?
No.What just happened in Mr.Tyler’s bedroom—that kind of decadent, lascivious lovemaking is for the rich, the bored, the beautiful.
It sure as hell isn’t for me.
I push past Joel, who is too shocked to stop me, and dart into the penthouse elevator.
“Ella!”Mr.Tyler shouts.“Wait.”
