Page 1 of Falling Hard
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I'M A GREAT PRETENDER
On my kneesbetween his thighs, I licked my lips in anticipation. The heat between us was electric. Before me was a masterpiece. I had a lot of experience with art, and take it from me, the cock in front of my mouth deserved to be on display in one of the museums around New York. The Met, probably. Though I doubted their curators would approve of a “hands-on” experience. Until the other residents discovered it, Zac's magnificent dick was all mine. He was the sort of fuck buddy I always made time for. A woman had needs! Trailing my finger along his thighs slowly, I leaned forward and teased his tip with my tongue.
Zac grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down, and I chuckled. "Not so fast."
"You want it or not?" he asked.
My response was to engulf his cock in a single swallow, and the shock nearly sent him off balance. Then I pulled off, and the moan he gave me showed I was still the best he'd ever had.
A sharp, sudden, and annoying sound sliced through my ears, but I didn't care.
I tried to ignore it. This was lunch, the only thing on the menu, and it was under a hundred calories.I assumed.
The phone stopped, then started again. Zac nearly fell and had to lean back into the wall to steady himself. "I swear you rich women give the best head."
My mouth was full, so I agreed by sucking even harder.
The annoying device rang one more time, the piercing noise ripping through the room. Was my ringtone always this loud, or had my phone decided today was the day to audition for a rock band? I regretted not silencing the damn thing, but once I’d seen Zac's cock freed from his pants, all rational thought slipped my mind.
Who the hell was it?
Regretfully, I pulled away. A string of saliva clung like spaghetti. Lunch would have to wait it seemed.
"What the fuck?" he said murderously.
"Somebody might be dead; your dick can wait."
Zac stood in front of me, stroking his cock. "Are you kidding?"
I didn't waste time giving him a reaction. The text I was reading didn’t make sense.
Luke:I asked Solenne to marry me, and she said yes.
I felt sick to my stomach and almost dropped the phone. He couldn't actually be serious. Luke. Engaged. To her. Nothing about this made sense.
Luke, who I'd known all my life, had made a huge life decision and was telling me after the fact.
This had to be a prank. Luke was bored at work and pulling my leg. This was my Luke we were talking about, the boy who still wore sneakers with his overpriced suits. He wanted to marry a woman who didn't even know which pizza, banana and pineapple, he'd defended with his life. I sat there for a moment,eyes locked on the screen, as the room, Zac, and even the busiest city in the world faded until there was only that text and me.
A hand rested on my shoulder, and I shoved it off in irritation. Now wasn't the time. I was too confused, and the mood had passed.
"Come on, Olivia!" Zac moaned impatiently. "I won’t wait forever."
Ignoring him, I gathered my thoughts and replied to the text message:Did I miss something? You two haven't known each other for more than six months. Is this a joke?
Luke answered right away.No joke. We’re in love and getting married.
I sat in silence, barely breathing, my mind racing to keep up with the weight of what I was reading.
"Fuck this, I'm out," Zac said, then dressed while cursing the day he ever met me. I didn't care. I barely heard him. I was drowning in a whirl of thoughts. Who told Luke he could get married?
Minutes passed as I sat alone in the ritzy hotel room staring at the fancy curtains, wondering what the hell was happening. I'd known Luke forever, and there was one thing I was certain of: He and that woman didn't belong together.
I didn't care if people called me dramatic, as they often did, the news felt like it was suffocating the life out of me. I needed backup.
Leaving Luke's last text unanswered, I messaged my girlfriends. This was an emergency. I needed them to make sense of what he was saying. I opened the group chat and typed quickly.
