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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

VICTORIA

I slammed my fists into his chest. “You have the nerve to say I broke your heart. You broke mine,” I sobbed.

His eyes widened.

“You didn’t even say goodbye. How could you sneak out while I was sleeping?”

He grabbed my arms. “Vicky, how could I stare into those big beautiful blue eyes and say goodbye when I didn’t want to leave you. It was hard enough, standing at the foot of the bed, watching you sleep. Fuck, it killed me to leave you. It was your fucking plan to have sex. Not make love, which is what you asked for at the last minute,” he bit out.

“Do you know what it meant to hear those words? I felt strong and confident. I was the man you asked to please you. Being sated was an afterthought. There was no fucking way I could ever be sated. Shit, once I kissed your lips, I couldn’t settle for one kiss. The first orgasm I poured out of you only fueled my need to please you more. I became fixated, watching pleasure marvel that gorgeous porcelain heart-shaped face.”

He released my arms and pulled me into his muscled chest.


Six months ago, I awoke in the quiet house. Two little birds chirped outside the window. My lips curled upward. Zander’s side of the bed was cold. Maybe he was in the kitchen. I strolled through the airy contemporary beach house wearing only Zander’s T-shirt.

“Zander,” I called out. Walking past the empty kitchen, I stepped onto the balcony, gazing at the ocean waves. After combing the entire house, I realized he left without saying goodbye. How could he do that? He said he loved me. I sat on the floor leaning against the wall of the counter, balling my eyes out. Deep down I knew it was my fault, but I needed him to share the blame. We agreed our time would end before the fall semester began. I didn’t realize the intensity of my love for him.

Honestly, I wasn’t aware a man was supposed to take his time with you and put your needs above his. But each time Zander did just that. Gorgeous Zander I’ve watched grow up over the years. Girls always tripped over themselves just to get his attention.

He didn’t want them. Zander only wanted me. I thought it was a silly childhood crush he’d get over. Not a chance. Who was I kidding, I didn’t want him to get over his crush?

Zander didn’t join my family for Labor Day like he did in years past. He and Hayden weren’t speaking. I wasn’t surprised. I contemplated texting or calling him so many times. But it was that old adage shouldn’t the guy call the girl if he really cared? By the end of September nothing. Cal asked to hang out. I thought it would be good to get out. Try dating again. It was awful.

Cal parked in the parking lot.

“Dinner was nice.” He cracked his crooked good-looking smile.

“Yeah, it was cool.”

He leaned over hugging me. I patted his back. Cal grabbed my ass.

“Hey what the fuck?” I shoved him back.

“It’s not like we haven’t hooked up before. I can come up and we can end this night right.” He flashed his sexy dimples.

Didn’t matter how gorgeous he was. He wasn’t Zander.

“We can end our night here. Good night.”

I hopped out of the car and walked to my dorm.

I returned home for Thanksgiving break. Hayden was cheerful. Singing as he ran down the stairs.

“Why are you so fucking happy?” I strolled toward the kitchen.

He threw his arm around my shoulder. “I’m hanging at Zander’s house tonight.”

My heart stopped beating. I had to pretend I didn’t give a shit. The tears stung the backs of my eyes.

“Oh, how touching you and wolf man made up.”

He chuckled, kissing my cheek. “Thanks for breaking it off with Zander. Now he and I can talk about the mad chicks were banging in college.”

For the first time, I wanted to punch my brother in the face and really hurt him. There were other times I wanted to hurt him growing up, but this time my fingers twitched.

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