Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 24266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life, Everett.”
“Then why does it feel like I’m dodging a bullet?”
“Because you’re still stuck on some plain-Jane bitch you dated years ago,” she said. “Get over her and move on with the better option.”
“Get these people out of my house.” I was done with this argument, done with her.
“You mean our house?”
“I mean it’s over,” I said. “I’ll still give you the chance to tell them if you walk away now.”
She didn’t make a move.
“Okay, I’ll tell them…”
EIGHTEEN
Dahlia
“Miss, I can assure you that we did not send any blooms with a ‘dry and musty pussy’ note.”
“I’m staring at them right now!” the woman on the other end of the line screamed. “Get the manager on the phone or I’m going to post a one-star review.”
“Miss—”
“Better yet, I’m posting about this on Facebook! Your business is done, do you hear me?”
She ended the call before I could answer.
I wrote her information for Aunt Gertrude and took one last stroll through this week’s work.
When I made it through the row of outdoor sunflowers, Everett was standing in front of me.
He stared at me, his white button-down shirt hanging wide open and exposing his chest, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
“What are you doing?”
“The wedding is fucking off.” His voice was terse. “We’re over.”
“Oh.” I stepped back. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I doubt it.” He stepped forward, glaring at me. “You told me to cancel it.”
“How did you let Carmen know you were done?”
“I didn’t come here to talk about her.” He stepped forward again, matching me until my back hit the fencing wire. “I came to talk about you.”
“I’m not giving you a refund on any flowers we’ve already made.”
“This isn’t about the flowers, either.” He pressed his forehead against mine, trapping me in place with his hips. “I need you to tell me why you care about me getting cheated on by someone else when you were the first to do it.”
“I didn’t cheat on you, Everett.”
“So, you lied to me about that?”
“I needed to make you let go of me.”
“Good fucking job.” His skin heated against mine, and he looked as if he were struggling to say the right words.
“You deserve to be happy,” I said. “That’s all I ever wanted for you.”
“I was happy with you. Why couldn’t I have that?”
Silence.
I looked away from him, but he pressed his thumb under my chin and made me stare into his eyes.
“Tell me why I couldn’t have what I wanted, Dahlia,” he spoke slowly. “Tell me right the fuck now.”
“I’m sorry…”
Without another word, he pressed his lips against mine, angrily kissing me. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he punished my bottom lip with a hard bite.
“Ahhhh…” I moaned, still staring into his eyes.
“Tell me,” he whispered harshly. “Tell me.”
“I already told you years ago.”
He growled as if he was upset with my answer, penalizing me with another hard kiss.
His hands gripped my hips, steadying me, letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m going to ask you one more time,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Why couldn’t I have you?”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t like the answer.”
His fingers deepened their position on my skin, and his mouth claimed mine in anger, but the more he kissed me, his expression softened.
I pressed my hands against his rock-hard chest as if I were about to push him away, but I gave in instead.
His mouth slowly erased every kiss I’d ever had, reminding me how perfect he was. How perfect “we” were.
He pulled a condom from his pocket, and I slapped it away.
A faint smile crossed his lips as he unbuttoned his pants.
I hiked up my skirt, and he positioned his cock against my soaking wet slit.
I wanted to feel him inside me again, needed to have every inch of him right now.
With no hesitation, he slid into me all at once, pressing my back against the wired fence.
“Everetttt…” I wrapped my arms around his neck as he fucked me, moaning at this feeling I’d missed for far too long.
“Fuck, Dahlia…”He bit my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. “I missed you…”
He thrust his cock into me deeper, holding me back before I could tell him I missed him, too.
Staring into my eyes as he fucked me, he whispered, “Is your pussy still mine?”
I nodded, and he squeezed my ass.
“Say it…”
“I…” I struggled to speak; the pressure between my thighs was becoming all too much.
“Dahlia—” He squeezed my ass again, much harder this time. “Tell me your pussy is still mine.”
“Yes.” The sting of his palm made me moan even louder. “My pussy is still yours.”
“Then ride my cock like you missed it…”
Our mouths remained connected as we fucked, attempting to make up for lost time. Or maybe we were both worried that this could be our last time.