Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
But Ramona…
Ramona could be something more. I know she’s different, and I know that dating her would be a huge change from my usual casual flings.
I want Ramona physically, but am I willing to accept the emotional connection that might come along with pursuing my childhood friend?
Scowling, I gather my files for my next meeting, unable to shake images of the tempting brunette from my overly active mind. I hear her infectious laugh in my ears. I feel her warm body pressed against mine as she slept in my arms.
Screw it.
I pick up my cell phone and draft a quick text to Ramona, asking her to have dinner with me in a few days. I hit send and wait, pretending to have more patience than I actually feel.
I scowl at my phone as different notifications pop up – an email, a text from a colleague, an alarm reminding me of my meeting in five minutes. What is it with all these goddamn reminders?
Finally, Ramona’s name appears on the small screen. I swipe open the message and grin.
I’m game for dinner. And I’ll be sure to bring an extra pair of panties, just in case you decide to destroy mine again.
I look at my watch. Did I tear her panties? I must have, I was in such a rush to get to that sweet, slick slit. I want to type a quick reply, but shit, I’m going to be late to my meeting.
Yet, unable to resist, I glance down at the screen as my fingers fly over the keys.
Next time, your panties will be in your mouth, sweetheart.
With that, I shove my cell phone into my pocket and stroll down the hall to the conference room. This meeting is going to be boring as shit, but suddenly, the day just got a lot brighter. I have a visual of Ramona, nude and curvy on her hands and knees, with a ball of lace crammed into her mouth as her big breasts sway.
It’s perfect, and now, I’m ready to go.
8
Ramona
I smile as I read and re-read my text conversation with Carlton over the past few days. He’s often teasing in his messages, but other times he can be suggestive to the point of making me gasp. Okay, it’s more than gasp. Our texting has officially turned into sexting, and we’ve even exchanged a few dirty photos now.
“You have a glow about you,” Carrie says accusingly. “What gives?”
I jump and then grin up at my best friend, not ready to spill my secrets but unable to fully contain my excitement.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell her with feigned nonchalance. “And why do you always manage to startle me?”
Carrie wanders around the corner of my cubicle and plops into my visitor’s chair, her usual spot for a good round of gossip.
“Probably because you’re always up to no good. So are you seeing someone?” she asks outright.
I feel my face flush, but I shake my head quickly. “Yeah, but it’s nothing serious, just a couple of dates.”
Carrie squints at me, perhaps trying to decide whether or not to press me any further on the subject. “But you seem content.”
I smile at my friend, once again unable to suppress the fact that I am indeed feeling happy about my fledgling relationship with Carlton. After all, I went out with Carlton again a few nights ago. We went to a cute seafood restaurant right on the waterfront, and the date was fun and easy. I found it hard to resist Carlton’s jokes and laughter, not to mention those devilish blue eyes.
To top it all off, he sent a stunning bouquet of sunflowers to my office this morning. I’ve stashed them under my desk so as not to arouse suspicion, but I keep sneaking looks at the beautiful arrangement whenever I can. The sight of them makes me giggle like a naughty girl, as if it’s a secret that I know and nobody else does.
Still, I want to stick with my revenge plan. After all, a bouquet of flowers isn’t enough to buy me off. As a result, I think back to the night when we were first together. Carlton disappeared to pour me a drink when we were at his penthouse, and I used that opportunity to turn on the camera I had in my purse. I propped it up cleverly so that the lens pointed at the living room, but it was semi-hidden within my bag, so he never suspected. Then, when we had sex, it recorded everything.
It was perfect. Carlton is huge, and it’s exactly how I’m going to embarrass him. I’m going to play this video of him with that huge horse cock hanging out for the combined teams of Dissidence and Concord to see, and then he’s going to be humiliated!