I have a first hand experience with this because I remember sitting with Alicia as we had lunch and all she would do was talk about Derek this and Derek that.
Gimme a break. It's kinda like...me with Apollo.
Okay, fine. So Alicia is in love. But I have something better. I just need to get a word in to be able to tell...
"I guess, but I mean the guy just seems unstable from what I see of him on YouTube, ya know?" Natalie says, downing her drink.
Alicia and I see Natalie's empty glass and both instinctively finish our drinks as well. I guess it's going to be one of those nights. We're probably going to regret it in the morning, but whatevs, it's a Saturday. And the worst that will happen is we'll be hung over.
I know when I get hung over I usually get horny. So good thing I have Apollo to scratch that itch.
See? There I go again, talking about Apollo. Apollo this and Apollo that.
It's like I should probs just write a book about him and I and get it all outta my system, right?
One of those romance novellas that Natalie and I were talking about back at Agave when I first fucked Apollo. Yes, I remember all that, okay? I remember everything about the two of us.
"So what's been up with you, babe?" Natalie asks me as the waiter places a fresh round of drinks in front of us. "You've been so quiet."
Oh my God. Doesn't she realize that being quiet is what people do when they're in love and they don't want to talk about it 24/7? Or is that just me? Wanting to like keep my happiness inside afraid that if I say anything it'll burst.
But both Alicia and Natalie are looking at me, and I just can't keep the news to myself.
I smile at them, and decide now is as good a time to drop the news.
I reach into my purse and pull out the box I was saving it in and slip it onto my finger as I hold up my hand.
"Mrs. Apollo Kane!" I squeal, with a 24-karat $120,000 diamond encircled ring flashing on my fingers. "He proposed yesterday!"
Both Natalie and Alicia squeal and jump up to hug me.
The other people at the bar look at us. They're probably annoyed at the three of us.
But whatevs. I don't care. Not tonight.
Tonight, the world is my oyster. And Apollo and I are going to spend our whole lives sucking it down with a champagne chaser.
Just watch.
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D.I.L.F. : The Parker and Amy Story Even Happier Ever After
I lean against the doorway, watching in silence as Parker holds Natalie in his arms, his rumbling deep voice now unusually smooth as he sings her a song, his words coming to me as a whisper.
Two minutes later, he’s bending over Natalie’s crib, gently tucking her under the sheets. He remains still for a long moment, looking down at our daughter, and I tiptoe my way into the room.
“Hey,” I whisper with a smile, placing my hand on top of his.
“Hey there,” he squeezes back my hand, his tone of voice soft and low so as to not wake up Natalie. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“I was waiting for you.” Taking his hand in mine, our fingers laced around each other, I start making my way out of the room, pulling him after me. We get out of the room as silently as possible, leaving the door open just enough so that we can hear Natalie stir in her sleep, and then he’s on me so fast the movements of his body are just a blur.
He pins me against the wall, his hands on my waist, and remains like that for a second that seems to stretch into eternity. Slowly, he leans into me, and my eyelids droop right before our lips touch. We kiss in silence, our bodies pressed tight against each other.
When I was younger, my mother used to say that love didn’t exist, and even lust only existed for a few months at best. Now, I have no idea why she thought telling that to a ten-year old was such a great idea, but ever since I met Parker that I finally realized my mother hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. Love exists, and there’s no expiration date on lust and desire.
“I miss this body,” Parker whispers against my ear, his fingers going d