Page 7 of Merry Christmas To Me
Nah, no way.
I made enough to be able to afford motel rooms. And if she felt safe taking me back to her place, well, that worked just as well, too.
“Kasey was crazy,” I reminded Eddie. “Please, don’t remind me.”
“My point still stands,” he called back.
“Well, I fell in love yesterday, so I’m all good,” I half-joked, and I had to smile.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about Sia Meadows that I liked. And, yeah, I had internet-stalked her last night after I’d gotten home from One Shot. Since her friend had given me both her first and last name, it hadn’t been hard to find Sia on social media through Lily. While I personally didn’t have any social media accounts, I paid a small advertising firm to handle that kind of thing for Bentley’s, so I used my business account to find Lily Edwards, therefore, finding Sia Meadows.
“I’m sure you did,” Eddie deadpanned. “I’m sure my wedding invitation is in the mail as we speak.”
“Not yet,” I replied, sliding out from beneath the BMW. “We still haven’t agreed on the stationary.”
“You’re going to end up a lonely, old man, Archer,” he predicted.
“Never,” I denied. “That’s what I have you for.” I heard his light chuckle, and the rest of the day was worked in silence.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower, water washing away the day’s grime, that I started to think about Sia again. I wasn’t so insensitive that I was discounting that she’d just broken up with that tool a week ago after catching him cheating in the worst way, but I was still adamant about her feelings for him being lukewarm.
After six months, a committed relationship should have included some pretty dirty sex. There should have been some cum in and on some unexpected places. And the fact that there wasn’t, told me one thing.
Sia never got to the point where she trusted that douchebag.
Men thought they need a woman’s love in the bedroom to be able to slide inside their ass or cum on their face, but that wasn’t the case. We needed their trust. They needed to trust us with their bodies and with their passions. Women needed to feel free in the bedroom before they’d give up those deepest, darkest parts of themselves to you.
And I was going to get Sia Meadows to trust the fuck out of me.
