“I feel good. Getting stronger every day.” Josh smiled. “Hey Neil. So glad you came, man. Your brother’s in the kitchen raiding all the food.”
Neil laughed and gave Josh a light pat on the shoulder. “Glad you’re feeling better buddy.”
After an hour went by, my mom and dad brought out a celebration cake for Josh and we watched as he blew out the candles and thanked everyone for coming. I sat next to Neil on the love seat as my mom and dad made a quick speech about family, the unknown and to never take anything for granted in life. As they held their glasses up to say cheers to everyone, we did as well. I took a sip of my wine and then felt Neil release my hand and stand. My heart began to beat wildly when he started to speak.
“Mr. & Mrs. Tanza, everyone. I also have something I would like to share with you all.” He said and then looked down at me. He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet to stand beside him. When I looked up at the crowd, my eyes instantly fell on my mother and then to my dad. She could always read me like a book. She was holding her hand over her mouth almost ready to cry and my dad had a wide grin on his face.
“I would like to announce that I proposed to Samara a little time ago and she accepted. We’re getting married!” He said cheerfully.
I caught my brother’s eye and he gave me a proud smile and a thumbs up.
As the crowd broke out in a cheer I watched my parents walk to us. “Congratulations honey. We are so happy for you both.” They said, giving us each a kiss and hug.
“You knew?” I asked looking at my dad.
“Of course. You don’t go ahead with something like without asking the parents permission first now do you?” He said giving Neil a quick wink.
“Honey, I didn’t want to freak you out. A week before I proposed, I met your parents for lunch. I didn’t feel comfortable proposing until I asked for their blessing first. I hope you’re not upset?”
I smiled to myself feeling a little foolish about being so nervous. I should have known he would have done this. Neil was an old fashioned soul. I gave him a slap on the arm and said, “It’s okay. You have the rest of your life to make it up to me.”
Sold
Chapter 1
Tiffany
Monday evenings were girls night in our apartment in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn. All three of us worked as Realtors for a Brooklyn Real Estate company and we worked damn hard. So Mondays were downtime, complete with pizza and beer. There was me, Kayla and Haley. Mondays were there to share stories about work and to catch up on our--currently nightmarish--love lives. None of us were having much luck on the romantic front.
“Please can we not watch a movie with a sexy leading man tonight, because I swear my pussy will combust and it won’t be a pretty sight,” Kayla moaned. At twenty-four Kayla was tall and slim, with pale skin and long wavy red hair. She was stunning but attracted to men who were dicks. She hadn’t had a date for at least two weeks and it was killing her.
“That bad, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, I might go visit Daniel. While I’m there I can see if there are any hot men currently hanging around Long Island.” Kayla’s stepfather lived on Long Island. Her mother--a serial cheater--had moved on long ago and had lost touch with her daughter. Kayla hadn’t stayed at Daniel Scott’s much, but out of all her many stepfathers’ he had been the only one to be a pretty decent man and he had always said there was a room for her at his home, even after her mother’s departure. She visited rarely, but felt she owed it to him to check in. Guilt from her mother screwing him out of a lot of his cash no doubt.
“Well I have a date tomorrow night. I think this might be the one,” Haley said.
Kayla and I groaned simultaneously. Haley was born a romantic and every date she had, she thought would be her Prince Charming. Instead they ended up being the Princes’ of Darkness. Petite, with long straight dark brown hair, and an ass a Kardashian would envy, Haley was soft spoken and quite innocent. She’d only had one lover, a long term sweetheart, and when he had left her after college she had been devastated. She had felt he was her one and we were sure she believed that one day he would actually come back for her.
“God, dating fucking sucks,” I proclaimed. “I had another guy send me a message through the company email today.”
“Ugh, creep.” Kayla said with a smirk on her face.
It happened a lot at Greens Real Estate. Our photographs were on t
he web page under Agents, along with our direct line and email address. Usually, it’s a breathy phone call asking whether I’m wearing panties, but today’s had been an actual email.
I brought it up on my cell. “Listen to this,” I told my friends, then began to read it out loud.
Tiffany,
Is this really you on your photograph? I guess I’ll have to find out by meeting you. I’m looking at this headshot right now, with my ten inch dick in my hand. I’m imagining that my other hand is fisting your shoulder length blond hair, dragging your head downward towards my cock. Those green eyes are wide and begging for me to open your pouting lips and fill you with my girth. Your pink gloss is smeared over my cock while I push myself in and out of your hot mouth. You might try and hide your breasts under that baggy top but I can tell you have huge tits begging for release. I’m going to suck on your nipples and then I’m going to stick my cock between those creamy mountains and fuck them until I come all over your face, your smeared pink gloss mixed with my creamy cum.
Speak soon, H.
“Oh my fucking God, what a creep,” Haley gasped. “Did you report it?”
“Nah, I get similar things at least once a week. Don’t you?”