She resumes her music and ass shaking, and I can’t help but stare. Her boobs bob up and down in her bra as her hips sway along with the music.Why does she have to be so damn attractive?
It would be easier if she were ugly. She’s going to drive me crazy, and I won’t be able to release my frustrations by fucking her hard against every surface in my apartment.
I reach onto the counter and pause her music again.
“It seems plenty big enough to me,” she says.
I frown as a vein pops on my forehead, which makes her laugh.
“Calm down, Grandpa; you’re going to give yourself a stroke.”
“You do realize we’re the same age, right? Stop calling me Grandpa.”
“Stop acting like one,” she shrugs.
“You mean stop acting responsibly?”
She shrugs again, finishes brushing her teeth, and then spits into the sink. My eyes are transfixed on her mouth the entire time, and I wonder what it would be like to taste her lips.
No, stop it.You already know what she would taste like—mint toothpaste and my dignity. I just haven’t been laid in a long time. I would remedy that if it wouldn’t cause more problems, but unfortunately, it would. I’m destined to remain celibate for a bit longer.
She turns the music back on, this time at a much softer volume and only emanating from her phone. Smiling, she slips on my shirt and shorts.
“Goodnight, Lennox.” Her eyes twinkle with tortuous revenge. She thinks she regained some sliver of power after agreeing to marry me.
Her hips sway as she brushes past me and climbs into my bed.
I shake my head. “Goodnight, pain in my ass.”
I turn and head back downstairs to my waiting couch. Thank goodness the couch is big and comfy instead of small and stylish.
I undress to my boxer briefs and lay down on the couch, pulling a throw blanket over myself.
Her soft music still drifts down to where I’m trying to sleep, but at least it’s not pissing off the neighbors.
I sigh and roll over, trying to drown out the music with one of the couch cushions. I’m going to need my sleep to deal with whatever antics she has planned for me next. She may have agreed to marry me, but she’s made it clear she won’t make it easy for me. If it’s what I need to do to fix my problems, then I’ll be ready for whatever she throws at me next.
Chapter7
Rialta
Stopping my music,it quickly becomes too quiet as I lay in Lennox’s bed. My heart is beating gently, my breathing is slow and calm, and my eyes keep fluttering shut. Lennox’s bed is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever slept in. I swear it must be made of clouds or something.
But it’s not just how it feels—it smells like him. It has his clean, sharp scent. It’s a calming, protective smell that lulls me into a false sense of security.
I have the urge to turn my music back on as loud as I can to drown out the silence, but I’ve annoyed Lennox enough.
I replay every word of our conversation tonight, trying to understand him, but Lennox is an enigma. He’s cold, serious, and unfeeling, but several times he showed me a softer, caring side too. And he gave me as much freedom as he could. He gave me Kit. He gave me the ability to have a say in what our marriage will be. He gave me the choice of where I want to live. He promised he would never force himself on me. And most importantly—our bet. He gave me the ability to decide if I ever fuck him, if I ever have his children. He gave me a lot, more than I could possibly have ever expected but not nearly enough all at the same time.
I will still be forced to marry him. Still forced to pretend. Still paraded around. Still expected to play the happy wife. Still told to hide Kit. Still blackmailed into hiding my true feelings, my real love, my true self.
My future doesn’t feel like my own, and I’m still crushed by the weight of others’ demands.
Lennox showed me he can be a good man, albeit an insufferable one.But is that enough?
I need to see Kit. He’ll help me get some clarity.
I pull out my phone and text him Lennox’s address. He texts back immediately, saying he’ll be here in fifteen minutes to pick me up.