what the shy, four-eyed kid became.
In fact, some of her expressions make sense now, the sense that she seemed to know me. I felt the weight of history in some of her glances.
I shake my head, finally tucking my cock back in.
I can’t believe how close I came to plowing Aaron’s kid sis.
Where the hell is Aaron these days anyway?
He decided one day he didn’t want to be friends anymore and that was that—no explanation, my phone calls and texts ignored, never home when I popped by to visit.
Maybe I can finally find out what the hell happened that made him decide to cut me off.
I let out another breath.
Once again, all kinds of shit is stirring up, and I have far more questions than answers.
Goddess is like a constant tornado.
For now, though, what I need to know more than anything is who the fuck is Stella engaged to? Why did she look so sad?
She’s obviously attracted to me, and I get the conflict since she’s taken, but something else is going on and I sure as hell will find out what.
I saw enough in her eyes to know that she wants me, and there’s no doubt I still want her.
I need her.
And I’ll have her—in my arms and in my bed, my cock housed in her sweet warm cunt.
No matter what it takes.
If the goddess thinks she’s getting away easy now, she’s dead wrong.
Having a bit more information about her calms me, especially since it’s the kind that will lead to an avalanche of more info.
I can relax now that I know who she is and where she used to live, and I’ll google-fu more details from there.
But I can at least re-focus on my work.
For now, I have a number where I can reach her; I’ll dig up more about her and strategize later.
The goddess won’t escape me.
Her marriage is in four weeks? Ha!
It won’t take me that long to claim her.
She’s tied to me for at least the duration of my project for her mom—not something she’ll drop lightly considering what she did to get me to take it on.
I suddenly get a flash of her mom’s face, although back then, I thought of her as Aaron’s mom.
I remember her well.
I was around so much, at some point she stopped me from calling her Ms. Miller and told me to just call her Mama Olu since she felt like she was half-raising me.
Now that I know that’s who the gift is for—someone who was like a mom to me back in the day—I’m even more excited to work on it, and I want to make sure this birthday present of hers ends up pretty special.
I won’t fuck around now—I’ll make sure to get that done and the goddess won’t owe me a penny.
She never did, but especially now that it’s for someone I had great affection for.
I can’t afford any more distractions now, so I straighten up and head out to finish what I came here to do.
4
Stella
M y other phone —my personal cell—is buzzing with calls and texts.
Probably from Celeste—I have no idea how much time I spent with Derek.
Either way, probably more than ten minutes so she’s a little worried—she left me with a stranger, after all.
I hurry to the gelato store.
When she sees me coming, I see her let out a breath, her face reddened but relaxing as relief washes over her.
“What the hell was that about?” she asks.
I'm a terrible liar, and I sure as hell can't hide much from a girl who has known me since elementary school.
“You don’t remember Derek?” I say evenly. “My brother's old best friend…” That I had a crush on and ran into earlier and how on earth could you not remember him, considering how much I used to drool over him?
Her brows furrow briefly but I see the moment it all clicks.
“Holy hell, he got way hotter! Did you see those muscles?”
My mouth twitches as I fight against a wide smile.
Oh, Celeste, that’s not all I saw.
But there’s no way I’m telling her about his monster cock and the way his green eyes looked gazing up at me as he ate my pussy earlier today.
I refuse to let her in on how he looks when I’m the one looking up at
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