Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
This has been my battle since last night when I left my girl. It was hard as hell leaving her in that big place all alone knowing if I wanted to I could have her in every position imaginable, especially since she practically waved her virgin pussy in my face. I was trying to be a gentleman. Do the right thing and show her it is not all about sex, but right now I have been cursing my stupidity.
My cock finally feels like it is going down as far as it is going to. What I need to do is think of something else. Like the freaking exam I have today, but if I am honest, school has been the last thing on my mind since last night. Speaking of my woman.
Picking up my phone from the side table once I make it into the room, I pull up my text message to the one that says, WIFE.
Me: Good morning gorgeous.
I see the little lines telling me she is texting me back. I feel some anxiety wondering if she has had second thoughts. Let's get real, I don’t come from her world and in reality, can we make this work?
“Wife: Good morning. 🙂
I visibly release my breath giving thanks that she is responding.
Me: How are you feeling this morning?
Please don’t let her regret it, not that it would make a difference. Now that I have had her in my arms, I am never letting her go.
Wife: Exhausted in the best way possible. I really had a great time last night, Jacob.
Thank fuck.
Me: Me too angel. 😇What do you say we do it again?
Wife: Yes. When?
Me: How about I pick you up from practice on Friday night and we go out then?
Wife: Sounds perfect. Is it casual or…
Me: Definitely casual, baby. Now be a good girl and stay away from boys until then. Got it?
The bubbles pop-up and then disappear. I watch them come up again and then the message appears.
Wife: What if I don’t?
My chub comes back and I curse myself for starting this line of conversation but I can’t regret it.
Me: I will spank your ass until you can’t sit down.
Wife: Uh..yeah..Okay I will be good. Maybe. 😉
She follows that up with a wink that makes me want to go right over there and fill that smart ass mouth with something she can’t swallow, but instead I put the phone down, pull my towel from around my waist and jump back into the shower. This girl is turning me inside out.
Walking out of school today I feel pretty good. I aced my exam but that is not the part that has me feeling good. My professor who is ex military and is a retired lieutenant from the Connecticut force. He has been like a mentor to me since I helped him stop a robbery last year. He told me today in class that he got me a pre-interview with the Capt of the 33rd in Darien Ct for next month. He said if it goes well, they will schedule me to sit for the first exam they give. That shit hit me right. I could be out of here in months making my own path with Mila and hopefully our child.
Looking at my radio I curse and turn the car on. I am going to be about five minutes late for work and my dad is going to act like it was an hour. I really don’t need his drama shitting on my mood.
I put the pedal to the metal and book it across town. I make it with one minute to spare but something is still up his craw. “About damn time, Jake.” he says, pulling his cigar from his mouth.
“I am here on time.” I say walking past him to the locker room to get dressed.
“Yeah but I needed you here earlier. I called you. Why didn’t you pick up?”
“I was in class and you know it.” I say trying to ignore him.
“Oh that’s right. So you ignore your father and your obligations because you think you can do better.” I really don’t want to deal with his shit today. I am about to tell him that when Mila walks in and all the heads in the place jerk back. What the fuck is she doing here?
Slamming my locker closed, I rush past my father and grip her by her arm. “What the hell are you doing here, little girl?” Shock and hurt pass through her eyes and I am smacked with guilt before it is replaced with anger.
“I d-don’t know. I guess I wanted to see you and couldn’t wait until this weekend, but I can see..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed…” She doesn’t finish a complete sentence but she is also no longer looking at me. She begins tugging on her arm trying to get away from me and the panic sets in. I know I am being an ass, but I can feel interested eyes on her, looking at her body in the cheerleading outfit, licking their lips. The thing pissing me off the most is I have yet to put my stamp on her or in her.