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She smiled that comforting smile of hers. “I’m not trying to scare you, Grayson,” she assured me. “You told me this entire thing had a too-good-to-be-true vibe, and I’m just advising you not to discount that feeling altogether. Because you’re right, Molly isn’t just like everybody else.”
“Is it cowardice or responsible to call this thing off with her?” I asked.
“It’s neither, Grayson,” she replied, telling me nothing. “Like most patients, I know you’re looking for a clear answer, definite permission, but I can’t give that for you. My job is to help you through your thoughts and emotions, not tell you what to do.”
I leaned back in my chair. “She feels right.”
“Right for the kind of sex you desire, or right foryou?”
“Both,” I answered honestly. “She feels like both.”
“How about we schedule something for next month,” she suggested. “By then, this picture with you and Molly should be clearer, and we can talk more about it.”
I nodded. “I think that’s a good idea.”
After my appointment was over, I went to the gym, needing to work out some of my confusion. Normally, I left Dr. Willis’ office feeling good and confident, but this time, I was feeling the weight of her warnings, and I needed to work it out.
Then I needed to send another message to Molly.
Chapter 25
Molly~
It was past midnight, but the fundraiser had been a huge success, and I couldn’t help but feel good about it. All the planning, networking, and hard work had paid off, and a lot of good was done tonight.
Still riding the high, I was finding it hard to wind down. Still in my dress, I kicked off my heels, and grabbed my phone from my purse.
Pulled up my Ques?ionable.com account to be exact.
Grayson’s message was still teasing me, while I’d already deleted all of JustEnoughKink’s messages, after letting him know that I met someone more suitable to my needs. He’d been understanding and had left an open invitation for the future if things didn’t work out between me and Grayson.
Even though it was past midnight, and I knew Grayson wouldn’t see my message right now, I still replied to his demand of no other men.
SFP:Convince me why it should be yours, and yours only.
Chuckling, I tossed my phone on my bed, finished undressing and headed towards the shower. The thing about charity fundraisers and galas were that I had to look the part, and that included mountains of makeup, perfume, and mousse and hairspray for decades.
After washing away the night, I grabbed a pair of white panties and one of the many over-sized t-shirts I’ve stolen from my brother over the years and crawled into bed. However, when I went to plug my phone into the charger, I saw a new notification on my phone.
TCG:What part of my body do you want me to use to convince you?
Okay.
I wasn’t expecting that. However, it was the perfect opportunity for a test of sorts.
SFP:Your mouth.
TCG:Good choice since there’s so much I can do with my mouth. Besides eating that delectable pussy of yours, it can also tell you what a hot, little slut you are with my dick buried deep in your ass.
Heat erupted in the pit of my stomach, and it rushed over my entire body in waves.
SFP:What makes you think I’d let you in there?
TCG:Because that’s what cum sluts do, baby. They let their man fill up all those tight holes.
I had to steady my breathing at that one. While calling me a cum slut was firing up all the sickness in my head, I was more focused on how he had called himself my man.
SFP:But you’re not my man.
