Page 92 of Broken Pieces
“Means you look fuckable in them,Tesoro,” I say, kissing her neck and inhaling that sweet addictive scent of hers.
She looks stunning with this V-neck short black dress that hugs all her curves and makes her breastslook so perky and perfect. As soon as she opened the door to let me in, my cock stiffened. She paired them with a pair of suede black heels that give her a few more inches, but she’s still significantly shorter than me.
It’s hot.
She turns around as she places her arms on my shoulders. “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe?”
She shrugs. “Depends on how you behave.”
I laugh as I kiss her, biting her lip. “You will be coming on my cock tonight. There’s no doubt about that.”
She hums as she walks out of the bathroom, swaying her hips, leaving me mesmerized, like always.
Ilove Sunday brunches with Sophia, and now they’re even better with Isabella joining us. We’ve been chatting, gossiping. You know, girl things.
“I had the best sex of my life yesterday,” Sophia blurts out.
“I’m going to need something stronger than this if we’re going to talk about your sex life,” Isabella deadpans.
I giggle at her comment. Sophia’s life is far from boring, and I’m so used to it already that it’s legitimately funny when people react to her shenanigans.
“I told you guys I wanted to go have mimosas!” Sophiapouts.
“It’s nine in the morning. I’m not looking forward to a hangover because with you it’s all or nothing.” I glare at her.
She waves dismissively. “Can I talk now?”
“Yes, do tell us, Soph. Who’s the mystery man?” Isabella asks intrigued.
“That’s the worst part. I have no idea! We danced, then we started making out and it just kind of snowballed from there.” She grimaces. “We had sex in a cleaning closet,” she quickly adds, hiding her face with both of her hands in embarrassment.
Sophia Evans, ladies and gentlemen. God, I love her, but the woman is insane.
“Wait, you were at the club yesterday? I was at the club with Damian for his cousin’s birthday. How come I didn’t see you? Actually, how come you didn’t invite me?” I eye her suspiciously.
“I was with my sister,” she gives me a knowing look, “and how come you didn’t inviteme?” she counters.
Blah. No wonder she didn’t tell me. I hate her sister, but for good reason. She’s horrible to Sophia and takes advantage of her. Overall, a terrible human being. I know better than to bring it up, because it’s a sore subject for her. But she knows me well, because putting us together in one room is a recipe for disaster.
I laugh. “Damian’s cousin is a lot. You’d hate him, trust me. Be thankful I didn’t invite you.”
“So you didn’t even get his number?” Isabella questions.
I wave a hand dismissively as I lay back in my chair. “She doesn’t repeat.”
She groans as she breaks a piece of her cheese Danish and eats it. “This repeat would have been worth it. The dude gave me like three major orgasms in a matter of minutes. I was so dizzy and exhausted, I left the club right after. I didn’t even think about getting his number.”
Surprise laces my features. It’s not everyday Sophia says something like that. She’s a player, after all.
“Well, if it’s meant to be, I’m sure you’ll see him again,” Isabella says hopefully.
I’m not too convinced about that, though. There’s a reason why Sophia doesn’t do repeats. Nothing good ever comes of it.
I stuffed myself with so much coffee and pastries that I’m full and jittery at the same time—worst combination ever. I’m definitely having a lazy Sunday, watching some movies and waiting for Damian to come home.
Without him, the apartment feels so empty, but when he’s here? It becomesourhome. He stays with me more than he stays at his place, so it definitely feels likeours.
