Page 14 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

“It definitely feels good and if it doesn’t, well, they aren’t doing it right.”

She looked at me like she didn’t truly understand and so help me I wanted to show her. She needed to learn, and I was just the one to teach her. I sat down next to her on the couch and started the movie. I thought about putting the other one back on, but I doubt Justine would be able to look at me then.

“Well, from what I hear, it doesn't always feel so good.”

“You haven't experienced it for yourself?”

Justine leaned forward like it was a secret, telling me that she had never experienced any of it. Why did that admission send my blood to boil? It was because I wanted her. I would have never thought that I would be the first. I had to make sure that I was.

“So, let me get this straight. You're actually a virgin?”

Justine giggled. “Yeah, but you can't tell anyone.”

“Who am I going to tell? I don't know, but aren’t you too old to be a virgin?”

“Do you know how many times I've heard that I'm just a baby because of it?”

She wasn't a baby; she was a beautiful woman, and I told her that anybody who said anything otherwise was just jealous. It wasn't hard to imagine why someone would say that. They wanted her and she told them no. They probably felt like I did the first time she denied me. It wasn't that I thought something was wrong with me. I thought something was wrong with her.

“Well, whatever the reason is, I sometimes wish that I wasn't different. With you, I think about just getting it over with. Then maybe I could move on, and it wouldn't be such a big deal,” Justine said. I didn’t like the sound of that at all.

“The first time you are with someone shouldn’t be something that you just get over. It is supposed to be special. Why wait if it isn’t going to be?”

Justine sighed and smiled. “You could be it. You could be special. I’ve thought about it since you woke up in the hospital. What do you think of that?”

Before I could answer, she was coming toward me, and we locked lips. It was a sort of kiss that sent blood to all the wrong places, and I wasn't able to think or speak for several moments. Did she know what she was doing to me? I was ready to throw her down and take her where she stood. She couldn’t kiss me like that, not when I was so close to the edge.

I could taste the liquor on her lips, and it reminded me that she wasn't in the proper state to be offering up anything. In fact, I probably needed to get out of there before it went too far. Excusing myself, I told her that I had to go because I had a phone call that I needed to make. She didn't believe me, told me that I was just running away, and I didn't deny it. That's exactly what I was doing.

What was I running away from? That was the question that I didn't quite have an answer for. Maybe I just wanted this to be right. I didn't want it to be one way or another, I just wanted it to be right. I was going to be her first and I'd be damned if she wasn't going to enjoy every moment of it.

12

Justine

Iwoke up with my head pounding and I couldn't get away from it. I knew I started drinking because I was so pissed off about being changed in departments at work. I had to do something, though I still hadn't decided exactly what I was going to do. I was starting to think that maybe it was time for me to find somewhere else to work. It's not like Grace was the only hospital in the area. It was the closest, but not by much of a drive further.

I needed to be able to help people and I didn't want the baggage that came with nonstop death from the ICU. It was too much, and I didn't want to go back. I liked the spontaneity that came with the emergency room. Another part of me thought that if I could just talk to Lauren and figure out who had made the decision to begin with, maybe then I would be able to figure it out and get my job back.

I sat up in bed. That made me groan as I grabbed my head and squinted my eyes just enough to see my way to the bathroom. I didn't know if I needed to pee or puke. My body however wanted to do both of them. I gave way to the feelings of one, then the other, and dragged myself to the shower. It reminded me again why I didn't drink, and I hoped that I remembered this feeling, because I never wanted to feel it again. Of course, I’d said that multiple times and here I was, doing it again. At least I started early, and I wasn't going to be late for work.

I went outside to water the plants on the porch, and I saw Tyrell, who waved over at me. I probably didn't look so happy waving back because he came over and asked if I was okay. I remembered him coming by for a while, but as he walked up, I started to remember some of the conversation, and I really hoped that what I remembered wasn't real. There was no way that I told him what I thought I told him. I really hoped not.

As he came closer, there was a change in his eyes, a bit of a dazzle, and I groaned. I had overshared. He knew. It was just that simple.

“Hey, are you alright? I didn't see you taking you morning run. First time since I moved here that you haven't.”

“Yeah, I've just had a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think I overshared a bit too much last night. It’s probably going to take me a few days to look at you again,” I confessed.

I tried to turn away and he gently grabbed my arm, making me look up to his eyes. I saw empathy, but yet desire as well.

“You don't have to feel strange around me.”

“You don’t remember what we talked about?”

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