Adrien
Iknew I was taking a risk. But I take risks all the time in business. While the risk-reward ratio is always something I strive for, I’ve never taken the risk with my heart.
That’s where I went wrong with Sara in the past. Here the risk might be higher, but hell, so is the reward.
When she tensed up on me just now, I worried I’d gone in too hard, too fast. What was I trying to do? Scare her away?
With that carefree smile on her face as she straddles me, I know I've done the right thing.
I think I’ve always known that Sara was something special. She has always been the one that got away. She’s been the piece I’ve been missing for the last five years.
She rubs herself on my lap and runs her fingers through my hair. Her mouth finds my neck.
“Not that I don’t love where this is heading, but if we carry this on, we will never leave this room.”
I can’t believe I have uttered the words. What sane man would stop what Sara was just about to start?
“You’re right,” she pretends to pout.
“Anyway, we need to move your stuff into my apartment.”
Sara looks at me, confused.
I guess I need to confess. I should have had this conversation yesterday when we were starting to hash things out.
“This isn’t my hotel suite. Well, it is, but I own the hotel.”
“Huh.”
She pulls away from my body but stays on my lap. I let her lean against my hands that feel great and so close to her ass.
“I guess you didn’t keep track of me after we split up?”
“Not really, the occasional social stalking of your pictures.”
She looks down at her knees, obviously embarrassed.
“I own a multimedia streaming company, and have bought two hotels in the last year.”
She sits down on the bed, open-mouthed and more than a little distracting with her tits out. That’s what I chose to focus on her tits. I’m going straight to hell.
She crosses her legs, grabbing a pillow to hug.
“Okay,” she says slowly. “I thought you opened your own marketing firm? I nearly applied for a job there after the shit hit the fan.”
I sit down in front of her now it's my turn to be shocked. I keep forgetting these last five years have been a lot different for her than they have been for me.
“But I didn’t reach out when I saw it was your firm. I couldn’t handle another rejection at that point.”
The woman continued to speak as she fidgets on the bed, whilst looking at her hands.
“Sara…”
“Don’t Ady. It wasn’t your fault. We were both hungry for that promotion. If I had gotten it, there was no way I would have turned it down. I mean, I probably wouldn’t have ghosted you.” She looks up, giving me a weak smile.
“I’m sorry.” I truly meant it.
I never apologized. Some say it’s a weakness, but I truly am sorry for how I treated Sara.