Page 50 of The Fake Dating Plan

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Istill had a boner to take care of long after she left the office. I went into the connected bathroom and immediately unzipped my pants. They were still wet from her cum, making me even harder. I gripped my cock and spread the pre-cum over the head as I thought of all the ways I was going to fuck Emilia. Starting with thrusting this into her mouth and throat, fucking her until she’s weeping. The thought of her begging to make her face running with mascara as I ram myself down her throat again and again until I came into her mouth, was enough to make me shoot my load into the nearby chamber pot.

I leaned back against the wall as I came down from the wave of the orgasm. She was already mine, even though she hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.

I grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and went back out to the party. My gaze went to her immediately. She was talking to Francie, or rather Francie was talking to her. She was nodding her head at every sentence my sister said. I felt sorry for her and I wanted to relieve her. As if we were working on the same frequency, she glanced towards me and her cheeks brightened. I almost wanted to smile. My steps naturally made their way to her, but I was abruptly interrupted. “There you are! Where have you been?”

I dragged my gaze away from Emilia to my mother, who appeared in front of me. “The host of the party neglecting his guests I see.”

“You seem well taken care of,” I said, pointing to the glass of eggnog in her hand. She scowled and gently tapped my shoulder.

“You should have been the one to serve it to me.”

I heard a peal of small laughter and my gaze went to the source. Emilia and Francie were getting along and I was fast getting jealous of my sister.

“So you two are back together, huh?” I looked down at my mom, who was sipping her drink as if she said nothing.

“As you can see.”

“I’m glad.”

“Why do you care about her?”

“Why not? I like her.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t give me that face! I do! Maybe not her personally, but I love the calming presence she brings”

“Calm?” The last word I would use to describe her.

“Calming to you. Look who’s not sniffing after every skirt in town.”

“You do know she cheated on me, right?”

She waved it off. “So what? Things like that can be overlooked.”

“You didn’t overlook cheating when it came to Dad.”

“Your father is a piece of shit. Anyway, he was already chasing the skirts even before we got married. You chased them after you broke up. You’re different.”

I frowned at her strung-together words that made no sense. I was about to ask her to clarify when I heard a booming voice coming from the foyer.

“Speak of the devil,” Mom said.

“Aye! Merry Christmas everybody,” Logan said as he walked into the room. Even though he was in his mid-sixties, he never acted as if he was any older than thirty. Sometimes I wondered where he got the energy or whether I would have the same type of endless exuberance when I was his age. No. I looked at Santiago, who came in behind him. He was the one meant to inherit all of his father’s traits. I went over to him and had to wait as he took his time greeting everyone, which included shaking Caiden’s hand with vigor, kissing Hailey’s, and hugging Francie. When he saw Emilia, he did a double-take, whispered something in her ear, which she laughed at, and then kissed her hand. What the heck was that all about?

Finally, he turned to me and said, “Son!” he gave me a big bear hug and whispered, “Things are going well huh,” he wiggled his eyebrows and nodded in the direction of Emilia.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Keeping things close to the chest, I see. All well and good.” His gaze wandered beyond me to where my mother was standing. She had wandered away from me as soon as he came in. “How is she?”

“You can ask her if you want. She’s right there.”

“And she, uh, came alone, I gather?” What was this now? I turned to see my mom whip her head from staring at us to stare at nothing in particular.

“How about you? Where’s Ava?”

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