Page 27 of Accidental Theirs
Growing up in New York City affected me in some way, I guess. You can take the boy out of the city but not the city out of the boy, and all that.
I stretch on my bed and a financial podcast drones through my speakers. I relax, even though it’s work related.
But I’m barely listening, my eyes half-lidded as the beer I’m drinking floods my system.
I lick my lips, rolling my hips up. I’m only wearing a pair of gray sweats, hair slicked back from a shower.
The first thing I try to imagine is Rosie’s thick thighs on my desk. I saw one earlier today, so it shouldn’t be too hard to conjure up.
But it’s a different pair of long thighs, slimmer, shapelier, that flood behind my eyelids.
Olivia.
In that short little skirt of hers.
If she’d bent over, I bet I could have seen the edge of her panties.
My hips jolt up involuntarily, and I groan low in my chest.
What’s the harm? It’s just a fantasy. We’re both adults, and it’s not really happening.
I just have a pretty good imagination.
I close my eyes and see her pale green ones looking back at me. Lookingupat me, because she’s on her knees, leaning forward as she opens her mouth, showing me her pink tongue.
“Olivia.” I’m not sure if I say it out loud or not, but my own moans pitch up as my balls draw up.
I spill all over my hand and stomach and then groan, throwing a forearm over my eyes.
It could have been literally anyone but Olivia. Anyone but my best friend’s daughter.
Iama dirty old man.
Chapter Eight
DOMINIC
I look downat my phone. I’m a pathetic clown.
Thirteen sent text messages, all on read.
Twelve voice mails left, until her voicemail was full.
I groan and press the heels of my hands into my eyes until I see stars.
I slowly drop them and wish I hadn’t given up booze for the week after overdoing it the other night when I saw Olivia for the first time in too long.
I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, trying to head off a headache.
I haven’t been eating enough. Sleeping enough. I’ve been a fucking mess, honestly.
It didn’t hit me right after I broke it off. It was delayed and hit me like a freight train a few weeks later. So, I changed my life. I worked hard to get where I am, but if I can’t get her to even talk to me...
I know she spends most of her days at Carter Holdings. I don’t have a good excuse to go there but, so be it.
It’s around four when I walk into Carter Holdings and meet Roland at the desk.
“Not you again,” he groans, and I draw in a deep breath.
