Page 28 of Don't Leave Me

“Please come in my mouth, sir,” I moaned, looking up at him for approval.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, and I quickly sat up and positioned myself for him – he suddenly came, my mouth wide and eager, feeling the warmth of his taste on my tongue.

I waited for every last drop of him, swallowing as it came, until he laid down beside me, pulling me down with him.

“Thank you, sir,” I smiled, truly grateful for this perfect specimen of a man; I felt like I would literally do or say anything he asked me to.

He grinned and put his hand to my cheek. “Thankyou, my love,” he said sincerely.

My heart dropped. I would never get tired of hearing that voice or feeling his skin against mine.

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Chapter 9

Michael stayed the night, cuddling me close in his arms as we slept. I woke up every couple of hours, probably to make sure he was still there, and would fall back asleep with a smile on my face.

“Hana,” I woke up again, this time to Michael kissing my forehead.

I slowly blinked open my eyes and smiled when I saw Michael looking perfect with his messy bed head and his bright eyes staring at me.

“Hi,” my morning voice whispered out.

“I’ve got to get home to change before work. I’ll see you in a couple hours,” he whispered back, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

“Okay,” I nodded, still half asleep.

I watched as he got up and searched for his clothes, his naked body making me sigh with awe. He quickly got dressed and looked back at me before leaving my room, his eyes surveying my body that I inconspicuously uncovered from the sheets.

He shook his head and smiled. “Such a naughty girl. Get up and get ready for work,” he raised his eyebrows playfully and closed the door behind him.

I sighed, giggling to myself before getting up and shrugging on my robe. When I walked out of my room, Billie and John were standing above the stove, laughing to themselves as they attempted to make pancakes.

Billie looked over at me, her hands covered with flour. “Hey, you!”

“Hey,” I smiled, crossing my arms and heading for the fridge. “You guys are up early,” I glanced at John, wondering if he was judging me.

I didn’t want him to tell Jack that I was some heartless floozy, even though I was positive he was thinking it: he wouldn’t even look at me.

“Yeah, John’s going home to Delaware soon. I won’t see him until this weekend,” she frowned, holding onto John’s waist as she stood behind him.

“Aw,” I frowned with her, then looked back at John. “Well, have a good Thanksgiving, John,” I said politely.

He glanced up at me quickly and gave me an obviously fake smile. “Thanks,” he said, then turned back to stove.

I felt like a total asshole. I hurriedly went into the bathroom and showered, getting ready for work. When I got out, Billie and John were giggling in her room, so I quickly headed into my room and grabbed my phone. I texted Jack, the guilt consuming me: “Hey. Can we talk?”

I was on the train to work when Jack finally texted me back: “Sure. Everything okay?”

I sighed with relief; I got to him before John did. I quickly texted back: “Yeah. I’d just like to chat. Maybe we can meet at Battery Park this afternoon?”

Battery Park was near my work, and I figured I could sneak away for 10 minutes to let him down easily. I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t care about him – I did care about him, a lot. But I wanted Michael more.

He texted back soon after: “Sure. Let me know when.”

I walked into work confidently, a complete turnaround from when I left the day before. My lips were painted a matte red, my long wavy hair fell down my shoulders, and I wore my best high-rise jeans that made my ass look amazing. This spurt of confidence didn’t come from hypomania, it came from knowing that the sexiest man alive wanted me and was mine…all mine.

“Hey, Hana,” Evan smiled from behind his cubicle, his elbows propped up and his eyes obviously checking me out.

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