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Trent
My alarm goes off, but I’m already awake.
I drop to the floor and do a thousand push-ups. My arms burn and sweat drips off my forehead. I grunt loudly with every push from the ground, but I still can’t get her out of my head.
I imagine she’s beneath me. Naked. Her succulent lips grazing against my skin. My cock plunging deep inside her with every thrust. Her nails digging into my back so hard they draw blood.
After my workout, I have a cold shower, but that doesn’t work either. Just knowing she’s in my house is driving me wild. I spent the whole of last night avoiding her. Even after I finished work. I don't trust myself to be near her.
I put on my suit, and gel my hair. Before I walk into the kitchen I can already smell the sweet smell of breakfast, and the dark, rich scent of a well-made coffee. The radio’s on and Harper’s busying herself in the kitchen. My eyes run over her body. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts. It’s far too big for her, but even so, her gorgeous, thick thighs are on full display.
My hand slides down to my groin. I squeeze myself, choking my cock with my fist.
She bends down to get something out of the oven and when she stands up, she turns around and sees me standing behind her.
“Sleep well?” I ask, taking a seat at the breakfast station.
“Yes.” Her reply is somewhat stiff and formal. I clench my fist behind the counter and hide my frustration. My cock’s still hard a rock. I can feel the precum oozing out of it. Her large breasts are right in front of me. Her rock-hard nipples poke through the thin material of my t-shirt. I want to slide my hand between her legs and feel her wetness. I want to run my tongue along her entrance and hear her scream my name. But I still don’t want to scare her off, and, besides, I’m sworn off women.
There’s a picture of my children on the counter. I pick it up and look at it. My daughter and my son. So beautiful. I remind myself of my priorities. Even though I don’t see them nearly as much as I’d like, everything I do, I do for them. The last thing I need is a woman to come along and ruin that.
“Your children?” she asks, coming up beside me and looking over my shoulder.
Her breasts rub against my arm and I let out a deep groan.
She’s tempting me. She’s playing games with me. And there’s nothing I can do to stop her. The walls I’ve spent so long building up are crumbling down around me.
“They’re with their mother,” I say, putting the picture back down.
“They’re gorgeous.” She goes back across the room and puts my food on the plate.
“They are,” I say, “they’re my everything.”
She puts a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of me. Adding to it a cup of steaming hot coffee.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I tell her.
“It’s the least I could do.” She serves herself a plate and sits down in front of me. For a while, we just eat in silence. The food is delicious, just like her. The radio DJ blathers on about how some celebrity I’ve never heard of got arrested on a DUI. I lean over and turn it off. The chatter of birds seeps in from the window. The peaceful creeks and groans of my wooden house calm me.
Harper looks up at goes to say something, but then thinks better of it.
I decide to break the silence. “I won’t be back until late today. Will you be here?”
She thinks it over for a moment. My nails dig into my hand as the anticipation builds. I want her to say she’ll always be here. That she’ll never leave my side.
“Do you want me to be here?” she asks, her face slightly lowered, as her electric green eyes look up at me from beneath her thick lashes.
“Yes,” I say, my voice catching in my throat, “If you want to be here, then that is fine.”
She’s about to say something else, but my phone rings. I’m tempted to throw it across the room, watch it smash into a thousand pieces. But, instead, I pick it up and listen to my assistant panic at me about some so-called emergency that has just come up and that needs my immediate attention.
“Can’t it wait?” I growl.
I can all but hear him gulp down the phone, but eventually, he says in a strained, high-pitched voice, “it’s pretty bad, boss. I think you should come in.”
“Fine,” I slam the phone down on the counter and stand up. I wanted to sit here and watch Harper eat. I wanted to carry her back into my bedroom and fuck her brains out. But maybe it’s for the best. I’ve never felt like this about a woman before. Especially a woman I hardly know. I feel like I’m losing control, and I don’t like that feeling. I’m always in control.
“I have to go.” I reach into my pocket and pull out an envelope full of money. I place it on the counter and slide it towards her. “The code to the gate is three-six-six-one, it’s up to you if you want to stay here again. As far as I’m concerned, you could stay here forever.” I balk at the last words to come out of my mouth, but it seems like she didn't even hear me. Her eyes are glued onto the envelope.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“Money.” I try and get some eye contact, but she won’t look at me. The realization I’ve just messed up hits me bad, but there’s no going back. “You need money, Harper,” I growl. “Take it.”
Then, before she can reply, I turn on my heel and walk to the door. Before leaving, I turn to see her still sitting at the counter. She hasn’t touched the envelope and there are tears running down her cheek. I almost go back, but then my phone starts to ring, and I storm out the door. Not sure who I’m angrier at, myself, her, or my incompetent assistant.
