Page 13 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

“I guess, or I'll just find somewhere else to go where they don't want to mess with me like that. I don't want to work in ICU.”

“I guess I'm lucky that you were working the ER then and came with me to ICU.”

She smiled at me and stopped my heart with one look. “Yeah, if not, we would have never met.”

“I can't imagine not meeting you, Justine. It feels like such a loss even to think about it.”

Justine waved me off. “I'm sure that we would have met. What is supposed to be, will be.”

“What about free will?”

“Sometimes it feels like an illusion, doesn't it? You can't have both. It's either meant to be or you choose it to be. You can't have one at the same time as you have the other.”

I didn't know what to think about any of it. It was quite clear that Justine had a lot on her mind, and she probably had enough to drink. She was making sense, but not making sense, and I didn’t know what to say. I tried to get her to talk about something else, pull her mind from the pits of her thoughts.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? You’ve got to have something around here, don't you?”

She said that she did, and Justine got up to pour some more drinks. I almost said something to her about how we should probably switch to coffee, but Justine didn't seem like she wanted coffee. Because of me, Justine was having a very bad day, and I could feel nothing else but guilt about the whole situation. What was I thinking?

“I'm going to see what you have,” I hollered back.

I got a noncommittal answer from the kitchen. It looked like she had an old DVD player. There were also quite a few movies to choose from and I started to look at the titles. I found an old chick flick that I thought would be good for the situation. Most girls liked to watch the sappy stuff, and I figured that Justine wouldn't be any different. She was different in many ways, but she was still a girl after all. Maybe she would eat it up and we would get a little bit closer.

When I went to put the DVD in, there was already one in, so curiosity had me push play. What was the last thing that she had been watching on this? I didn't know if it was going to tell me anything, but it was something that I wanted to know. As soon as I pushed play though, I wished immediately that I hadn't. A loud sound of sex came from the TV, and Justine was standing in the entranceway between the dining room and the living room. Her face was shocked, and it was clear that she was embarrassed to no end. I was striking out a lot lately.

“I don't think we should watch that,” Justine exclaimed calmly, sitting down on the couch, while her cheeks got red. I was so embarrassed; I didn't even know what to say. I wasn't the one watching it, of course, but it was my fault that it was playing as the sounds filled the air. I stopped it and I took it out, waiting to put the other one in.

“Just ask.”

“What? “

Justine scoffed. “You know you want to ask me something, so you might as well go ahead.”

At the moment, I didn't want to ask her anything. I was trying to get the image out of my mind and look at her in the same way. It was rather hard when my desire for her was already on the edge. That had just sent me plunging down to the bottom.

“What do you think I want to ask you?”

“Probably why I'm watching porn,” Justine said blandly, though the word didn’t even sound right coming out of her mouth. She certainly didn’t seem like the type, I would give her that.

“Why would I wonder that? Everybody does it.”

“Really? Do you?” Justine asked with complete innocence.

“Of course, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

Justine closed her eyes and then ran her fingers through her hair. I was starting to realize that it was something she did when she was nervous. “I don't know if I'd say I'm ashamed of it. It's just I was trying to pick up some pointers, I guess.” By the end of it, her face was on fire. I could see it from here.

Her voice was slurred a little, but I’d heard what she said and now I really did have questions. What kind of pointers was she looking to get from complete smut? Why did she need pointers at all anyway? I didn't think I'd ever watched a porn with the idea that I was going to glean anything from it. If I did want to learn something, it certainly wouldn't be from the likes of what she was watching. We’d started down that road before, but something had come up. Now, I wished we had finished it. Was she saying what I thought she was?

“What are you trying to learn from that? How to fake it?”

Justine’s neck turned pinkish, and it was quickly becoming my favorite color, embarrassment pink. She then looked concerned. “That is fake?”

I looked at her seriously for a moment. “Can’t you tell? The woman never even shivered and trembled like she was supposed to. It also won’t sound so rehearsed; the screams won’t be so even. While every woman is different, I can tell you for a fact that the woman that was on the screen wasn’t having the time of her life.”

“Huh, that is disappointing. Why would someone fake it in the first place? I thought it was supposed to feel good.” Justine wondered out loud, which made me wonder what in the world she was talking about. I was now very concerned with the words she was using and the word supposed to. Did she really not know? That made no sense.

Justine was innocent, I’d always known that she wasn’t as well versed in lovemaking as I would have expected or liked, but now I was seeing her in a whole new light. Was she really so clueless about all of it? That didn’t make any sense. How? That’s what I kept asking myself over and over again. How was that even possible? She was gorgeous, and it would seem to me that she would have guys lined up for her.

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