“And a real wedding? Like with guests and everything? Not some little elopement?”
“No, I’m going have to make it look very real. The wedding, lots of guests. There will probably be a planner and rehearsal dinner and an archway full of roses, if that's what you want. And you will get whatever you want.”
“Oh well, I wanted to only be married once in my life. But… I also didn't expect to lose my job yesterday. And I am single, but not in that crazy cat lady way. I just haven't found the right guy.”
“I could be that guy.”
She rolled her eyes but I noticed a small smile playing on those lips. Those lips that I can imagine wrapping around my cock. Focus Cole, get her to say yes.
“You could live here. You could live here while I work at the hospital for the next month. That would solve your rent problem.”
“I can't leave Elizabeth hanging out with some big rent bill.”
“You're right, I'm sure I can tap into some of my smaller bank accounts and handle your rent for the next few months. Consider it a sublet. And live here for free, anything you want day or night you have it.”
I failed to mention that what I wanted was her. And that I would have her day or night, whenever I wanted.
But after her moans last night, I didn't think she would mind.
“I have to think about this.”
“So you're not saying no.”
She picked up the plate of pancakes and started eating again, through a mouthful of carbs she said, “No, I'm not saying no.”
Seven
Addison
“You are doing what?”
Elizabeth said with her hands on her waist looking like a formidable opponent standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
“I'm moving out. But is just for a couple months and then I'll be back, and there's a check on the counter for you that covers my portion of the rent.”
“But I am totally confused, you’ve never mention this secret boyfriend. And now suddenly he comes out of nowhere and you're moving in with him?” She crossed my bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the open suitcase that I'd begun packing. “You tell me the truth right now Addison, what the hell is going on?”
“I started seeing this guy a couple months ago, but he's not really my usual type and I knew that you would be weird about it. Case in point,” I said as I made a face at her.
“I'm not being a way. I mean a way about the fact that you are suddenly moving out after spending your first night away from home in I don’t even know how long. Does he a magical penis or something? Finally slept with him and now you're moving?”
If she only knew the real truth. That sex with Cole was like nothing I had ever encountered before. Rippling orgasms, feeling of fire underneath my skin. It was mind blowing. And I wanted more. Sure the severance package and the money and covering my part of the rent without a job was awesome, but the sex with Cole was even better.
I still couldn't believe I was doing this though, marrying a total stranger. I had thirty days to get to know him before we walked down the aisle. And then another three months to figure out where this was going. Or if at the end of four months we go our separate ways, but right now I was hoping that we wouldn't. And I was not about to tell Elizabeth about the fact that I was getting mar
ried in a month. If her freaking out about me moving out wasn't enough, if I told her I was getting married she would lose her mind. It wasn't worth the risk. She might have to be committed or something.
“It's not that, it's just that some things change. And I need to change.”
“You lost your job. You lost your job and now you're going to live with your boyfriends. This is what a quarter life crisis looks like Addison. Know the signs.”
“It's not that,” I said as I threw more clothing into the suitcase. I walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a trash bag bringing it back into my room. I started shoving shoes inside.
“Then what is it? What happened with your job?”
I stopped throwing shoes into the bag inside sitting down on the floor looking up at my big sister, just like always. “I got fired. The security system I built got hacked. At least I wasn't being replaced. By I have to move on and this is a really good start. I'm not having a quarter life crisis or mental breakdown, I promise. And what I'm doing is going to be great for me, actually for both of us. You'll see.”
“Fine.” She crossed her arms still looking annoyed. “Tell me about this boyfriend of yours, what's he like? What does he do for a living?”