Page 39 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
I set her stuff down and follow her into the kitchen, offended at her assumption.
“I happen to cook very well, thank you,” I say. She rolls her eyes.
“Sure you do. Prove it,” she challenges me, turning around. I feel the tips of my ears turn red.
“Um, I don’t have groceries at the moment. I’ll have to get some.”
She smirks, and I’ll unfortunately have to let her win this one. “Okay, let me show you to the room you’ll be sleeping in.”
I lead her down a small hallway, which has a guest bedroom and a home office. My room is on the other side of the penthouse. I swing open the door and she peaks in behind me.
“Oh my god, that bed looks amazing!” She runs in and throws herself onto the bed.
“So, you like it?” I ask, as I go sit down next to her.
She sits up, turning towards me.
“Actually, I love it,” she whispers, and I notice how breathy her voice has suddenly gotten.
I turn my head to look at her and take note of the way she’s biting her bottom lip.
“Good, because it’s all yours,” I murmur as I lean in closer.
“Thank you for being worried about me,” she says against my lips before closing the gap between them.
I lean her back onto the bed as our kiss deepens. Her hands snake their way to my belt, undoing it swiftly. I start to kiss my way down her chest when she shakes her head.
“You don’t want me to?” I ask in confusion.
“I want to do something for you.” She rolls us over.She pulls my pants down to my knees and gets down between them. Her eyes meet mine as her hands pull down my briefs, revealing my rock-hard length. She raises her eyebrows in delight and places her lips on the tip teasingly. I gasp as she swirls her tongue over it, and then moan in delight as she takes the plunge, engulfing as much of me as possible in her mouth. Her head bobs up and down, her tongue rolling over me with each movement. Just when I think I can’t take anymore of it, she moves her mouth off of me. I give her an incredulous look before she smiles and climbs on top of me. She reaches under her dress and pulls her panties to the side, positioning her entrance right over me.
Within a second, she sinks down onto me, letting out small moans. I gasp as I feel her warmth take me in. She slowly moves up and down on top of me, and I can feel the pleasure building already.
“Oh my god,” she says as I slowly move my thumb to the spot above her entrance, rolling my thumb over it with expertise. With every moan, she grinds on top of me faster before she starts to buck wildly. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”
“Cum for me, Hailey,” I say, as the expression on her face sends me over the edge. She crashes down on me as pleasure rolls over her, her body shuddering from the experience.
Chapter Seventeen
Hailey
It’sbeenaweeksince I left Landon’s. In truth, I didn’t want to leave the beautiful penthouse, but I was running out of clothes.
I look out the big bay window in my living room onto the street below. It’s a beautiful, sunny day—what I wouldn’t give to be out at the beach or hiking through Mount Sutro.
Instead, I’m pouring over my Constitutional Theory textbook, studying for the exam I have in two days. I passed my Criminal Procedures exam, but if I’m being honest, it was just barely. I want to do better than being a C-average lawyer.
I’m staring at a flash card, trying for the life of me to remember why the Articles of Confederation failed when my phone buzzes. I do my best to ignore it, and my eyes light up as I remember that it failed because the states had too much power. I turn the flashcard over and deflate. Turns out, there was more than one reason.
Sighing, I resign myself to taking a brain break and pick up my phone. My landlord's name flashes across the screen. My face contorts in confusion as I unlock my phone to read the message. I already paid rent, and I’m not a particularly loud or disruptive neighbor.
Residents, it’s with my sincerest apologies that I must inform you…
I cover my face with my hands as I finish off the message. The building’s been sold. I have to leave. Maybe it’s a joke? An extremely late April Fool’s prank?
I shake my head, acknowledging that I’m being ridiculous. It’s May. There’s no April Fool’s joke, and I need to get a grip. I have some money, but maybe not enough for a deposit. Although, I could make a case to my landlord to get this month's rent back, considering that I actually only get to stay a week.
I throw open my laptop and begin the search for places to stay. As it turns out, there isn’t a lot. Apparently, the only things available are places that no person should be forced to live in, or that are so far away from my school that it would be a ridiculous trip with traffic. I sigh, and my mind wanders to the other tenants in the building. What are they going to do? There are maybe sixty people living here, and even though I don’t know many of them, I know that a few of my neighbors are in a similar boat. Will they have to find new jobs, or leave school?
