“I said no. I'd like you to leave.”
She huffs and reaches for her clothes, tugging her dress back on.
“Asshole,” she mutters as she turns and stalks away, slamming the door behind her.
I lean back, my head falling back against the couch cushions as I stare up at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I mumble.
My thoughts return to her. My dick instantly hardening.
What is it about this girl that I can't shake? Why can’t I get her out of my mind?
My hand reaches into my pants and grip my length hard, shamelessly jerking off to thoughts of her like some hormonal fucking fifteen-year-old. I imagine how she'd smell, how she’d taste, how she'd feel writhing underneath me as I fuck her to oblivion.
Would she like it slow or fast? Hard or gentle?
I think about the sounds that would escape her lips as I thrust into her, as she is consumed by her own orgasm, as she screams my name.
A moan from deep in my throat escapes my lips, echoing through the dark, empty suite.
I come, twitching and spasming all over my stomach as my orgasm rips through me.
I saw the way she gazed up at me, the fire in her eyes, the lust. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
And I’ll have her.
Whatever it takes.
Chapter 4
Hayley
The next morning, I skip downstairs and into the living room where I find my dad sitting on the couch, the television turned on but he’s not paying attention.
“Morning dad."
He looks up and smiles. "Morning Hales." The expression on his face is one that I’m not accustomed to, he seems less stressed and worn out. He seems content, and happy.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I make my way around to the couch to sit beside him.
“Just going over last night.” He shakes his head and smiles in disbelief. “We still have a while to go, going to take us some time, even quicker if we were to take our winnings back to the casino once it comes through, I’d say we were on a winning streak, wouldn’t you sweetheart?”
“Dad, no. We’ve been saving for years, what’s another few months? It’s too risky gambling it all. Promise me you won’t go back. Please, dad.”
Winning on one slot machine is not what I call a winning streak. More like a miracle. A fluke. A shred of luck that is very unlikely to ever happen again. My dad let’s out a deep sigh and turns his head towards me. He takes his arm and wraps it around me. I lean into him and rest my head on his shoulder.
“I promise, Hales. I swear everything will work out just fine. You’ll see.” He kisses the top of my head.
I wrap my arm around him into a hug before heaving myself out of grasp. “I’m going to go work, I’ll see you later.”
“Have a good day, tell Jack I said hi.” He offers me a smile and a wave goodbye.
“I will, bye.” I grab my bag that hangs from the bannister and head out the front door.
I turn the corner of our driveway and begin my walk to work. I plug my headphones into my cell and press play on one of my favourite songs, and yet despite the music that fills my ears, blocking out the world around me, my mind wanders to the mysterious man from the casino last night.
Those piercing blue eyes and his penetrative stare that made me weak at the knees. That deep, gravelly voice that sent vibrations through my body, the way music rumbles through you at a live concert. I’ve never had a reaction towards anyone the way I did him. I've never wanted anyone the way I want him, but I’ll probably never see him again, so I turn up the volume and keep on walking.
∞∞∞
“Hey, Uncle Jack,” I say as I approach the counter, the door to the diner shutting behind me, the bell chiming.
“Hey there, sweetheart. It’s a pretty slow day today I’m afraid,” he replies.
“Great,” I deadpan.
Uncle Jack, my mom’s older brother is around fifty years old but has the spirit and the stature of a man half his age, from what I can tell, there is not a trace of fat on his body, to look at him at a glance he wouldn’t look a day over forty, save for his hair that is slowly turning white at the ends. He’s always been more like a father to me than an uncle.
After my mom died, my dad closed off for a while, he became distant, shrinking into himself, cutting himself off from the world, and so the only person I could really turn to was my uncle.
Rounding the counter, I drop my bag and jacket off in the back room before changing into my uniform, tying on my apron, and going to work.
It was just like Uncle Jack said it was, dead. The 'slow day' as he called it, drags on longer than any day I’d known since I started working here two and a half years ago. I try keeping busy by cleaning, but there’s only so much you can do.
“Hey, girl!” I hear. I spin towards the door to see Gwen floating towards me, Aaron following closely behind. A wide smile stretches across her face as she crosses the short distance and pulls me into a tight hug.
“Hey, what are you both doing here?”
“Well, it’s my day off and Gwen is unemployed again, so we thought we’d drop by,” Aaron says, Gwen slapping his arm playfully.
“I’m glad you’re here, I’m losing my mind.”
We turn and head to one of the tables by the front window, Aaron’s arm wraps around my shoulders as he drops a kiss on the top of my head before sliding into the seat opposite Gwen.
“What do you guys want?”
“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake please, babe.” Gwen winks.
“Just a coke.” Aaron smiles.
“Okay, I’ll be right
