Page 28 of His Weekend Girl
Trixie sipped her wine. “No soft life?”
“Far fucking from it.” Grant sipped again and set his drink aside. He silently recalled when he overheard Nathan complain to his friends that Charlotte was so exhausted before he went into a small tirade that she needed to suck it up and hire help if needed. “So, what’s your story? Why is a graphic designer my Uber driver?”
Trixie smiled and set her glass down. “Had a great job and got laid off at the pandemic's beginning. Started driving and food delivery to get out of the house. Had some great weeks. Then I was trying to get back into graphic design and found out many other people were also laid off. I went from being an almost shoo-in to competing with younger people, fresh out of college and more vast experience.” She shook her head. “I’ve gotten vaguely used to being rejected.”
She paused and contemplated sipping her champagne but continued without it. “So, I just kept doing my delivery job until something better came up. I kept applying left and right. Nothing, nothing, nothing. You would think that a graphic designer was in demand just five years ago. Now, people can get what they want from a YouTube tutorial. They can get graphicsand cute things off Etsy or Canva. They don’t necessarily need me oranyonefor that matter.”
Grant felt her plight. He went through the same thing differently with his family. They traded him in for a younger, hipper version of his brother. “So, what’s your next step after this?”
“I don’t know. The money you gave me will last me throughout next year if I carefully plan my steps. But L.A. is L.A.” Trixie admitted. “I’ll be fine, but I need to figure out what drives me instead of me driving it.” She chuckled and shrugged. “Sorry, I had to.”
“I don’t want you to work anymore,” Grant stated, setting aside his whiskey glass, “I want you to quit ridesharing permanently.”
Trixie smiled. “That’s thoughtful of you, Grant, but like I’ve said, the money will last for a year but then –”
“You’re quitting,Traci.” Grant’s voice had a bass in it. His light eyes pierced through her. “I’ll take care of you and whatever you want. Just ask.”
Trixie gave a small grin and set aside her champagne glass. It wasn’t a grin of appreciation but rather one of compliance. “I don’t do handouts, G. Thank you for the offer but I’ll manage on my own.”
“It’s not a handout if your man wants to provide and take care of you,” He climbed on top of her and Trixie welcomed him again. “I don’t want our weekend to end here. I want to see where this goes. I want you in my life forever, Traci.”
Trixie felt her heart warm. “I thought you were using me to shut your family up?”
“Maybe at first, but I don’t know…” Grant caressed her face. “Funny thing how you may have plans but love has others.”
Trixie wanted to believe Grant but she also knew there were strings attached. Thick, invisible strings. She’d seen how almostrobotic the other women were. They could never be their true selves, even with each other. “What are the conditions?”
“You quit driving,” he nestled between her legs. His erection pressed against her entrance but he kept composure, “and you move in with me. Break your lease. I’ll pay for everything. And then if you want, you can find a graphic design job. If not, you’ll have to live off me as I fully support you.”
“Oh, poor me,” Trixie giggled, “but in all seriousness, G, we don’t know each other. We’re moving pretty fast and I’m afraid we’ll crash and burn.”
“I’m not,” he stated and Trixie felt a shiver course through her body. “I know what I want and I want you.” He sucked on her neck and moved down to her cunt. He spread her legs apart and held them up. “Forever.”
Before Trixie could protest, Grant began to suck on her clit and twirled his tongue around the swollen nub. He licked her fast and ravenous, savoring her scent mixed in with his. Trixie held onto the bed as her back arched off it. Oh, she would never get used to his tongue.
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Charlotte had an extra pep in her step. She was on top of the world and it was about to be the best weekend of her life. Well, besides getting married to Nathan and having her children. So, the second-best weekend of her life, besides having her children.
It wasn’t that she was still in love with Grant. Well, she cared for him. She still cared about him. She still wanted the best for him. Okay, she has to be real; Charlotte missed her lifestyle with him. She missed being catered to, being worshipped. Now she had to put all the effort into maybe a crumb of credit.
Nathan was gone more than he was present. When Charlotte wanted him to stay home more, he told her to get help.
Not anymore.
All Grant’s girlfriends – if she could even call them that – were hired help for the weekend. He didn’t care about them. He hired them so his parents could shut up about him having a girlfriend. Trixie was another one on the list.
They probably went out for coffee but didn’t meet at any coffee shop. Mercedes remembered Trixie when she picked up Grant from the gala a short while back. She drove a Camry that had seen better days and wore a multicolored wig. Grant was attracted to that? Of course, Trixie was a charity case!
Charlotte arrived at Trixie and Grant’s bedroom. She was going to confront them before she told everyone. She just wanted to give them enough to, you know, come up with a solid lie and maybe even hush money, before she blew their cover. Just like the last ones.
Charlotte opened their bedroom door. “Sorry to barge in like this but I thought you two should know that…” She stopped in her tracks as her eyes widened. They didn’t hear her and if they did, they certainly didn’t care or were they embarrassed.
Grant was head first in licking Trixie’s pussy and he had a firm grasp on her breasts while her legs were over his shoulders. Trixie held onto Grant’s hands as her body gyrated against his face.
“Fuck, baby…” She moaned. “…I love the way you eat my pussy….”
Charlotte gasped and quickly left the bedroom, leaving the door wide open. She hurriedly walked back to her bedroom and stood behind the door. She held the paper to her chest and she heavily breathed.
