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Quite possibly the man of my dreams.
But dreams aren’t going to get me out of the very real mess I’m in.
I’d love nothing more than to kiss his perfect mouth. To lick my way down his snake tattoo, all the way down to his abs and that deliciously defined V. To take his giant manhood in my mouth. To wake him up by flicking my tongue so lovingly I know he’d groan.
But if I do that we’ll end up in bed for hours because we never seem to be able to get enough of each other. And then I’ll be late.
I really do need to focus. A lot is riding on the meeting this morning and I need to be mentally prepared for it.
I carefully unloop Noah’s arm from around my waist. He stirs but doesn’t wake.
I find my dress and my bag. I texted Grace to tell her not to worry about me at some point on Friday night, but there are around a million missed calls and messages from her. Which I’ll have to deal with when I get home.
The romantic bubble of our weekend feels like it’s been jarringly popped. All the pressing details of my life, that I conveniently blocked out for almost three days, are now insistingly taking up all the space in my brain.
There’s a small notepad and a pen on a desk.
What to say?
I wish I could live happily ever after with you right here in this room. You’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me and I think I might have completely and absolutely fallen head over heels in love with you.
Right this minute, I can’t think about what comes next for us.
I’m too preoccupied by what comes next for me. For my almost-bankrupt company and my about-to-slip-through-my-fingers home.
Noah Steel,
Thank you for the best weekend of my life. I have to go into work early today and I didn’t want to wake you. My number is 212-555-4004. Maybe we can do it again sometime.
xx Lucky Irish
Did I mean that last line as a joke? The whole message almost sounds harsh, scrawled on this note like an afterthought. I consider adding a P.S.
I love you?
I wish I could ride your perfect, ginormous cock into the sunset?
I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate and I’m very sure nothing will ever, ever compare to you?
I almost write,Like maybe tonight.
But another message vibrates my phone in my bag, and it distracts me.
Before I can ride off intoanysunsets, I really need to deal with the very real possibility that I’m about to lose everything I have. That has to be my priority right now.
I take one look back at him. I blow him a kiss.
Later, Noah Steel.
And I let myself out.
24
As my Uberweaves its way through Monday morning traffic, my brain can’t help replaying every vivid detail of my weekend with Noah. Not just the X-rated moments, as hot as they were, but all the small, tender ones too.
The way he would brush a strand of hair from my face when it fell across my eyes, almost absent-mindedly. So carefully.
The way he crooned to meashe was blowing my mind, to calm me as he eased my pleasure higher. And higher.
