Page 19 of Fake Love

My legs are spread and the look of hunger in his eyes becoming even more intense, I’m sure that my wetness has reached the comforter.

I forget all the words that I want to say seeing him in this position.

And I forget him even more when his hands land on my thighs, opening them even more for him, and seeing his smirk disappear into my pussy.

A moan escapes me at the first lap of his tongue.

Then he does it.

Maddox, the forearm god that walked into my coffee shop a few hours ago, gives me something to remember him by.

With licks, kisses and sweet thrust from his cock all damn night.

When I wake up the next morning, to an empty bed and a note I realize something. A one-night stand may have ruined me for all future men, and I’m okay with that.

As for his note, well if I hadn’t slept with him last night, I would have this morning.

You will be embedded into my mind for a very long time. See you next time I’m in San Francisco.

Maddox

APRIL 15, 2022

Maddox

I look out the floor to ceiling window of my apartment that has a direct line of sight to the park and let out a sigh.

“Are you sure?” I say into my phone, hoping that the answer is different than it was when I asked the same question five minutes ago.

I hear rustling on the other end and without a word I already know her answer.

“I’m sure, my baby boy. Chicago is home, all my doctors are here, my friends, it wouldn’t make sense moving out there.”

Never have I wanted to throw a tantrum like I was three years old more in my life than I want to do now.

I need my mom and I want her here with me, no matter how fucking old I may be.

“There are some awesome doctors out here too, I’m sure it wouldn’t take very long to find one that could take your case. Especially with Stanford a few towns away.”

Hopefully she can hear my desperation in my voice.

“And where would I live, Mad? I can’t very much live with my professional athlete of a son. I love you but I don’t feel like catering to all the one-night stands you bring home.”

Jesus.

Do I tell her that the last one-night stand that I had was over a month ago and before that I don’t even remember how long it had been?

“I’d get you your own place. I’m here for the remainder of my contract, so it might be good to buy a house or something.”

I wouldn’t mind having a house in California, maybe by the beach or a lake or somewhere secluded. No doubt mom would love it.

Only if she would agree.

“You already have a house here, on top of you paying off mine. There’s no need for any more houses.”

“Their investments, ma.”

“Nope, there’s no need to buy a house. At least not right now.”

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