Page 70 of Well Played

“Well, I think you should take that thought and let it marinate. There’s really no way that Alex finding out about you and his mom could possibly help your relationship with him. That may be reason enough to stick to your guns here. End things once and for all before that boy finds out.”

“I get what you’re saying. But you’re asking me to do something that feels very unnatural. I understand what therightdecision is. But it’s much easier said than done.” Closing my eyes for a moment, I thought back to some of the simple moments Presley and I had shared. “She makes me want things I never knew I wanted. We talk, we laugh about stupid stuff, about Beaufort—all the things I never appreciated before. A year ago, I would’ve told you I was perfectly fine having one-night stands and meaningless trysts forever. I never wanted the added responsibility of a relationship. But with her, it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like it enhances my life, rather than weighing it down. She understands where I come from and vice versa. She just…makes me happy. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“Oh goodness, son.” My mother let out a long breath. “The sad thing is, all I’ve ever dreamed for you is that you’d settle down someday, be happy with one woman, and start a family. I’m sorry it’s not easier for you to just enjoy this experience, that it has to be marred by scandal. And make no mistake about it, that’s exactly what this would turn into if it ever got out.” Her eyes widened as something seemed to dawn on her. “Please tell me that old woman you currently live with hasn’t gotten wind of this.”

Oh boy. She’s not going to be happy when I tell her.

“Fern knows. I basically gave her hush money. That’s a story for another day. But I do trust that she won’t say anything.”

“Just great.” My mother rolled her eyes. “That sounds really reliable.”

***

I ultimately decided not to be a pussy. So I headed back to The Palm that night.

To my surprise, Presley was waiting by the door when I arrived just past 10PM.

She looked worried. “Where have you been?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does matter when you left things the way you did earlier. I at least thought you’d be home for dinner. You normally tell me when you won’t.”

The fact that she’d been waiting up made me feel like shit.

“I went to my mother’s house to vent.”

A look of panic crossed her face. “Did you tell her about us?”

“That we’re over? Yes.” I sighed and lowered my voice since I knew Alex was sleeping. “She guessed that I was upset over you. She’s known for some time about us. She guessed that too. I never really told her anything. She promises she won’t mention this to Tanner, even though it’s not easy for her.”

Presley put her hand on her belly. “My stomach has been in knots all day, Levi. I never meant to upset you. And I don’t blame you one bit for being pissed at my response to Jeremy. It was a sad attempt to string him along as some kind of self-protective mechanism on my part. The truth is, you’re all I think about. It’s almost laughable that you would think I’m interested in Jeremy when I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to you.”

“Sexually, you mean,” I was quick to add.

“No. Not just sexually. That’s the problem.”

We were both silent for a bit, until I muttered, “Why couldn’t I have found you first?”

She reached her hand out and took my pinky in hers. It seemed my vow to stay away from her was a bunch of bullshit, because I could already feel my walls breaking down again.

“I told myself I was going to come home and not say a damn word to you, Presley. And I’m realizing once again how fucking weak I am. Because all I want to do right now is fuck you till you hurt for making me so damn jealous today.”

Her eyes glazed over. “Do it.”

“Don’t dare me, woman.” My dick stiffened.

Whenever I was stressed, I lost my appetite for food, but my appetite for sex was just the opposite. After this day, there was nothing I needed more than to bury myself inside of her. We’d resolved nothing from our argument earlier. Things between us were more messed-up than ever. But somehow my dick had me convinced that fucking her brains out tonight was the answer, like her pussy was magic, and it would solve all of this.

She licked her lips. “Where’s the farthest spot in this house from Alex’s room?”

“The pantry closet in the corner of the kitchen,” I said.

She began to walk toward the pantry before turning around. I stood there frozen, watching her ass sashay back and forth and wondering how I’d gotten to this point again.

Presley turned around to look at me. “Are you coming?”

No, but I will be.

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