Page 23 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
“Come on, Stella, you know you can tell me anything.” Anastasia’s voice softens, and she reaches out to place a hand on my shoulder.
I take a deep breath, my mind racing with thoughts on how to handle this delicate predicament. I could lie, but that’s not what we do. We don’t lie to each other.
And just because I didn’t tell her didn’t mean her brother wouldn’t, and then it would hurt her feelings because I didn’t speak up.
Despite my hesitation, I know that Anastasia is someone I can trust. But discussing the intimate details of a flirty exchange with her brother? That’s a whole new level of awkwardness I’m not sure I’m prepared to confront.
My heart races, and my grip tightening around my phone. “Alright,” I exhale, feeling the weight of my confession about to spill from my lips. “I was... sexting with your brother last night.”
Complete and utter silence.
I can’t meet Anastasia’s gaze, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I stammer out an apology. “Ana, I’m so sorry. It just... happened, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”
She still doesn’t say anything, and I fear that I’ve crossed a line, irrevocably damaging our friendship. Then, unexpectedly, Anastasia’s eyes widen in surprise, and she bursts into laughter.
“Stella!” she exclaims through her giggles, playfully nudging my arm. “You two were always flirting, but I never thought it wouldgo this far! You little minx, always acting like you’re so innocent! I knew you had a darker side. Can you imagine if we became sisters-in-law?”
“Anastasia!” My voice is filled with shock, trying to process her reaction. I expect anger or disappointment, but instead, she’s making light of the situation. Her laughter is infectious, and despite my lingering guilt, a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
“Come on, Stella,” Anastasia grins. “Did you really think I’d be mad? Paul is a grown man, and you’re an amazing woman. If something happens between you two, then I’ll be happy for both of you…as long as I get credit at the wedding for setting the two of you up?”
Wedding? Anastasia is starting to get ahead of herself. I swallow. “What if nothing happens between the two of us?” I ask her nervously. “What if it’s just something casual.”
She studies me for a moment before shrugging. “That’s a decision to make between the two of you. I don’t have a say in that. But, I’m confident once you get to know him, you won’t be able to let him go.”
Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, either…
“Thank you, Ana,” I murmur, my voice filled with gratitude. “I just... I don’t want to complicate things between us.”
“Stella, trust me,” she reassures me, her hand squeezing my shoulder gently. “There’s nothing to worry about. Now drink your coffee and let’s get you ready for work. No more moping around, okay?”
“Okay.”
Suddenly, the ticking clock on the wall catches my attention, and a jolt of panic surges through me. I’m running late for work – again. Hastily, I gulp down the remaining coffee, feeling its warmth spread through my chest and ignite a spark of energy within me.
I rush to my room and hurriedly get ready, but as I take my clothes off, Paul comes to mind.
I grab my phone and point it towards the mirror, getting into a sexy pose on the bed with my hands on my knees before snapping the picture.
I don’t think twice before I send it with a message underneath.
Does this answer your question.
By the time that I’m ready for work, he’s already responded.
You don’t know the things that I’m going to do to you.
I can feel myself getting wet again, as I reread the message over and over again.
Is it bad if I want to know every single thing he plans on doing to me?
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ELIO
Iexhale slowly, trying to focus on what my associates are saying, as they discuss our next move. Typically, I don’t ever come to these meetings, but with my last VP having been fired…I was being forced to step in and maintain everything going smoothly.
But my mind is elsewhere. Images of Stella’s steamy picture and her tantalizing messages infiltrate my thoughts, making it impossible for me to concentrate which is very unlike me.
