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Second, Sonny’s unexpected ardor.
Third, his ridiculous ask.
I don’t know who I pissed off up there, but if anyone listening could just give me a break, that would be great.
I sent the silent plea into the ether, hoping god or whoever was out there would take pity on me.
I still could not believe it. The man broke my pussy with how good he made me feel. I’d never had such great sex. And it was more than that, too.
I felt a connection with Sonny. Had since we met.
But of course, he couldn’t just let me enjoy that. Oh no. The most astounding orgasm of my life just had to be followed up by the ugly truth.
He’d used me.
And not just to sate his physical needs, but to coerce me into closing my shop for his cockamamy whiskey tasting.
Which was gross, by the way. I detested whiskey.
But what did I expect? My experience with the opposite sex, while small, was enough for me to know I had the absolute worst luck when it came to men.
That my sexy neighbor had suddenly developed feelings for me was preposterous.
That I thought for one single moment our sizzling encounter was more than just a meeting of bodies was plain dumb.
Yeah, right, Delani. Men don’t take chubby chicks who make candy for a living seriously.
That was horseshit, of course.
I didn’t really believe all that. It was just, could this day get any worse?
A slip of paper pushed beneath the front door, and I got up, adjusting my disheveled leggings as I meandered over to it.
I felt dirty and sad and just plain tired.
There I thought my whole curse of having no date on V-Day would be solved, but nope.
Once again, I would be alone on Valentine’s Day, and didn’t that fucking suck?
I bent down to get the bright yellow paper, and my eyes almost fell right out of my head. A health inspection citation for improper disposal of trash?
What the shit?
There was a Post-It attached with a time and a winky face. I moaned and covered my face with my hands.
Looked like the health inspector was coming by once again in the morning.
Fanfuckingtastic.
CHAPTER SIX—SONNY
Ifucked up. Big time.
And I knew it. Which was why I’d spent the days following my erotic interlude with Delani—something that exceeded my wildest fantasies, that I was desperate to experience again, if she’d just talk to me so I could explain what a total moron I was—in a real shitty mood.
I tried to apologize to her the following morning, but she was busy with the city health inspector. Still, I offered a wave and smile and asked if she was free later in the day.
She blew me off with a vacant smile and a terse don’t call me, I’ll call you reply.
