Page 66 of Tempting Kat
Am I wrong? You've spent your whole life running the second things get real. Remember Jason from high school? Or that artist guy last year?
Those losers have nothing to do with this.
They have EVERYTHING to do with this. You pushed them away the second they got too close. And now you're doing it with Conrad, who, by the way, sounds like he could ruin you for all other men.
I press my fingers against my eyes, hating that she's right. The memory of Conrad's hands on me, his cock stretching me open, his voice in my ear telling me I'm his perfect little slut—it makes my cunt throb even now.
It's not that simple.
It never is with you. Remember when you told me I was being a coward with Alexander? That I was running because I was afraid of actually feeling something? Yeah. Pot, meet kettle. Maybe take your own advice?
I nearly drop my phone.
I am scared Francesca.
It takes everything in me to type those words.
I know, baby girl. But running isn't going to fix that.
What if I stay and he gets bored? What if I'm just a novelty? The bad girl he wanted to fuck until he got it out of his system?
Oh, for fuck's sake, Katarina. If all Conrad wanted was to bend you over and fuck you raw, he wouldn't care where you lived. He wouldn't cook for you or set up an office or ask you to stay. Men like that don't invest in women they're just trying to get out of their system.
I stare at her words, wanting to believe them but still feeling that knot of fear in my stomach. My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Since when did you become a relationship guru?
Since I stopped being a chickenshit and let myself fall for a man who worships the ground I walk on. Just like Boss Daddy Gallo worships that fat ass of yours.
Jesus Christ, Frankie!
What? You told me he spanks it red and calls it his perfect little cum dump. Those were YOUR words, not mine. And you know what? That's not just lust. That's fucking devotion.
My cheeks burn as I remember exactly how Conrad's hand feels coming down on my ass, the way he spreads me open after and tells me what a good girl I am for taking his punishment.
I didn't sign up for this. I signed up for a sugar daddy arrangement with no strings attached.
Well, tough shit. Life doesn't always follow the contract. Sometimes it throws you a fucking curveball who wants to keep you.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.
Do you want me to come home? I can tell Alexander we need to cut the Europe trip short. Just say the word and I'll be on the next flight. We can figure this out together.
No! God, no. Stay in Europe. Enjoy your euro-fuck trip or whatever the hell you're calling it. I'm fine.
You don't sound fine. You sound like you're about to sabotage the best thing that's ever happened to you besides me because you're too scared to admit you might actually have feelings for him.
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.
I don't know what to do.
Yes, you do. Stop running. We found each other and we became family, became sisters. It’s time you let yourself feel something again in your life. Let him take care of you. Let him own that pussy if that's what gets you both off. Just stop fighting it so hard.
What if I let him in and he breaks me?
What if you walk away and lose out on your person? Confront your fear and make it your bitch just like everything you do in life little sister.
Tell him you're scared. If he's half the man you've described, he deserves that much.
