Page 26 of There Is No Love

A young woman peeked in the door. I smiled and gave her a wave. “Ms. Alora, your da,”

“Mrs,” I interjected.

Sarah looked at me. “What?”

“She is Mrs. now, no longer Ms.”

“Oh right.” Sarah smiled. Alora rolled her eyes. “Your dad was pretty adamant that his things be put in your room. I told him you asked for him to be in another room, but he got pretty upset.”

She sighed. “Fine. Bring some blankets and pillows.”

Sarah nodded and ran off. She came back a few minutes later with the items in her hands. “Sorry, Ms., uh I mean Mrs. Rossi.”

“I’m sorry Sarah. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m mad at my dad, you did nothing wrong. Just call me Alora, please don't call me Mrs. Rossi.”

Sarah nodded. Alora shut the door and walked over, shoving the blankets into my chest. “You can take the couch.”

I looked over at the couch near where my stuff was left. “Fine.” It did not look very comfy. I was dreading the sleep I was going to get on it.

“I am going to take a shower. Tomorrow we will figure out a permanent room for you and have your stuff moved.”

“Yes, dear.”

She turned and sighed. “I can't stand you.” Closing the bathroom door behind her, clicking as she locked it. I laughed, the feeling is mutual honey. I stripped down to my boxers, laying my P320 and the cuff links mom had given me on the table next to the couch. I fixed up the makeshift bed and climbed in, fluffing the pillow. I heard a whimper coming from the bathroom. I got up and walked over, pushing my ear to the door. She was crying. I reached down to the knob, then shook my head, making my way back over to the couch.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out. A black camisole tank top and black shorts on. I sat up on my elbow, looking up the length of her long legs. I could see the bottom of a tattoo sticking out just barely from her shorts. Not enough to tell what it was. Yet another surprise. My arousal was very apparent underneath the blanket. She was hot, and the fact she had a tattoo high up on her hip, wasn't doing anything to terminate the effect she was having on my cock.

“Not a chance.” She slid into bed, pulling the covers up over her, her back to me.

I laid back down and shook my head. I promised mom, but this girl was not going to be an easy one to crack.

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