Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
We take Star and wheel her out of the country club and to Delilah’s car. As soon as we’re away from it all, I feel myself relax. I text Hugh that the message has been passed on and then we head back to Delilah’s house for my final night with her before going back to live with Hugh for a week. It is tiring, and I do miss him when I don’t get to see him every day, but overall, I think it’s probably for the best right now.
“Did you decide what you’re going to do about the competition?” Delilah asks.
I exhale. “No, I have to make a choice by tomorrow.”
“It’s an incredible opportunity, Maggie. You’d be crazy not to take it.”
“I know that, but leaving Hugh, you, Star ... You’ve all come to mean so much to me and I don’t know if I’ll be okay just walking away from it all.”
“But will you be okay giving up that chance?”
I frown. “No, that’s the problem.”
“Have you spoken to Hugh about it? It’s only a year, you could make it work.”
“I haven’t, because I know it’ll break his heart. And it’s not just a year. I’m not certain I’d want to come back here after that, and Hugh isn’t going to leave the club.”
“Have you asked him? You might be surprised.”
“He won’t, I already know that.”
She gives me a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, I know it must be hard. I feel bad for submitting you, but at the time I didn’t realize you and Hugh were ... anything.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I say quickly. “I appreciate what you did. It’s the chance of a lifetime and I would have given anything for an opportunity like this.”
“Talk to Hugh. Until you do, you just won’t know.”
“Yeah, I will, I’m just avoiding it.”
Delilah laughs. “While that is a good method, it’s not always the most practical.”
I snort. “You think?”
We both laugh.
I’m building a great life here.
Will I regret giving this all up?
I honestly don’t know anymore.
21
“Tell me about the man who clearly broke your heart,” Hugh murmurs, running soap over my back as we soak in the bath.
After an incredibly intense fucking session, that is.
I love being here with him, and it is only making my decision that much harder. I have feelings for Hugh, deep feelings, feelings that aren’t going to go away anytime soon. I feel sick just thinking about the position I’m in. I should be grateful, and I am, but knowing that one way or another, I have to give up something I love is tough.
“He’s very...mind fucky.”
Hugh laughs. “Care to elaborate.”
I tell him everything I can about Dion, including how he’s still hanging around. I have received a few more calls, but mostly they’re fading away. Slowly, he will go away, but if I happen to run into him, it’ll all start up again. That’s how it works with him. It’s frustrating. Still, now I have Hugh, the thought of Dion just doesn’t scare me anymore. I know I’m stronger, happier and his tricks won’t work.
“What a fuckin’ dick,” Hugh mutters. “If he calls you again, you tell me. I’ll make sure he doesn’t come back.”
I laugh. “Noted. I think he’ll move on, I made it all pretty clear. He just likes to be in control, in charge. That’s what men like him do.”
“Well, he can come try and control this all he likes. I’ll fuckin’ bury him.”
I take his hand, placing it between my legs. “Such a hero.”
Hugh grunts.
Then his fingers swipe through my pussy. I moan and close my eyes, dropping my head back onto his chest as he begins to gently rub. He brings me to orgasm easily, and it only makes me want even more. I turn around, putting my legs either side of him and lowering myself onto his hard cock. He groans as I sink down.
The water around us, warm and lush, only makes this feel so much better.
I ride him slow, rocking my hips and enjoying the expression of pleasure on his face. Water splashes over the side of the bath as I slowly pick up the pace, sliding up and down on his cock, moaning as yet another orgasm comes to the surface. Hugh growls, gripping my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he moves me harder, faster.
He cums with a grunt, pushing me over the edge. The very look on his face is enough to make me weak at the knees. I cum, too, crying out as my body trembles. I press my face into the crook of his neck and inhale the masculine scent. He’s perfect, and my heart aches. Oh, it aches. I don’t want to be without him. I don’t.
What am I going to do?
I slide off and turn back around so he can’t see my face, so he can’t see the pain in my eyes. He wraps his arms back around me, leaning down to press his lips to my neck. I need a distraction, otherwise I’m going to lose it and start crying, and when I cry, I get ugly and spill everything I’m feeling.