“Where do I sleep?” she asks in a nonchalant tone, seemingly unaffected by our counter encounter.
“Pick any room upstairs.” I point at the staircase. “Besides the last one on the right. That one is mine.”
She snorts. “Like I’d want to sleep with you.”
“You wish.”
She looks down at my lap where I’m holding my dick in my hands without any shame. “Looks like you are the one wishing now.”
With that, she heads upstairs. Before she disappears, she turns for a second. “I hope it didn’t break. Even though you won’t be needing it anytime soon!” she adds cheerfully and rushes up the stairs.
I hope she picks my room.
40
Maeve
So this is where the magic happens?I think, looking around. Everything is surgically precise and soulless. Black and white, with the former dominating the space. No surprise here either.
I walk up to the giant sex tatami that is his bed. It’s a California king. Or even larger. Longer. Just like the man himself.
Sighing, I grab the hem of my shorts and adjust my underwear. It’s not very comfy when it’s so damp. Torturing him made me even wetter than I was before, and I’m sure I’m on the verge of being dehydrated now.
Feeling the silky sheets with my palm, I imagine how nice it would feel on my heated skin.
“Are you planning on jumping in there? Know there will be consequences if you do.”
I whip around, startled, but quickly try to regain the upper hand.
“Don’t dream about it. I was just thinking that of course you’d take a larger room with a larger bed.”
He lifts his brow up. “Maybe it’s because I’m large?” Innuendo is loud in his words. And I’m here for it. “Or maybe because it’s my apartment, and I didn’t need to share it with someone else.”
“Or it’s because you wanted a match for your ego?”
He chuckles. “Might be that too.”
I shrug, walking past him toward the door. “You can have it back and fit all your large particles in here. I don’t like the room anyway.”
“Why?” he asks, sighing, knowing it’s a trap, and he’s walking into it.
“You don’t know why?” I ask from under my lashes, totally flirting.
“I have a feeling you’ll enlighten me.”
“Because.” I stop next to him. “This. Is.” I rise on my tippytoes to his face. “Bo-ring.”
A muscle on his jaw twitches. I can’t tell if it’s irritation or laughter. Might be both. “Go to bed, Maeve. You’ll be jet-lagged tomorrow.”
“Good idea. Good night.” I rush from the bedroom before we both jump each other’s bones.
Walking through the second floor, I find three more bedrooms. Why he needs so many beats me. Maybe he has women coming over all the time, and all of them can’t fit in one bed.
I halt to a sudden stop. Does he? Bring women here. He’d better not because I will not stand being disrespected like that even in this fake marriage.
I choose the furthest room from his. It’s beige. It has a king-sized bed with a million red pillows, a fluffycomforter, two nightstands, a wall-mounted TV, and two doors.
I check the first one. It’s a bathroom. I turn the light on for a second, run my eyes around, and turn it back off. Then I flip it back on. The bathroom is stocked with many things. I come closer and check the labels. Everything is coconut and mango scented. My favorite scents. I open cabinets and drawers and find many things I used to love before I left my parents’ house. Because these things are expensive, and I’ve never had enough money to buy them. My favorite lotions, creams, and makeup. In different colors. I swallow a lump in my throat. Where did it come from?
