“My name is Sophia, are you checking in today?”
“Yes, my name is Violet Jones. I should have a room with a hot tub!” I said, not being able to keep my excitement from bubbling over. I’d been daydreaming about Brian soaking in the pulsating water all week. Naked, of course. I hardly packed lingerie because I planned on simply being naked for two days straight.
“Yep! We gave you the honeymoon suite. I just need your ID and credit card.” I handed over my fake and my parents’ credit card. I’d never been more thankful that my parents were negligent. They didn’t even bother to check the statements most months, and if they did, I could just tell them I took Breeze out for a mini vacation.
“You’re all set!” Sophia said. “We hope you enjoy your stay.”
Brian and I walked slowly up to our room, each step making our hearts race faster. This was a big moment for our relationship. We’d been building up to it for months, but now that our chance was here, I was nervous. What if when this was all over, the novelty wore off? What if he realized it wasn’t worth it anymore—that I wasn’t worth it anymore?
We stopped at the front door, and I looked down at my shoes, suddenly feeling nervous. Brian lifted my chin with his index finger and gazed at me. “What’s wrong?”
I reached out to play with the buttons on his shirt. “Once you’ve had me, are you going to leave?” I asked. I wanted to know what to expect going into this. I needed to know if this was just some taboo fling he got off on. I was falling for Brian Shirley even though it was wrong, even though I knew it would end in heartbreak for multiple people.
But I needed to know.
“Baby,” he whispered, pain lacing his words. “Is that what you think this is for me?”
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I hated myself for being so weak. I didn’t want to cry on our romantic weekend. Brian quickly unlocked the door and guided me inside the room. I didn’t even get to enjoy the king-sized bed, the bubbling hot tub, or the balcony overlooking the ocean. My tears blurred my vision, and I wanted nothing more than to swat the furious little weaknesses out of my eyes and off my cheeks.
“Violet,” Brian said in a soft voice while pulling me to his broad chest for a hug. “This isn’t some fling.”
I clutched the collar of his shirt and held him close, breathing him in and basking in the comfort of his words. “Brian. How the hell did we get here?” I asked before pulling away. I looked up at his blue gaze.
“Get where?”
I started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m in love with you,” I admitted. Brian reached up to grab my wrist, squeezing tightly.
“Say that again,” he urged.
“I’m in love with you.”
He lifted my wrist and kissed my soft skin. “Say it one more time.”
A tear-soaked grin broke out on my lips. “I fucking love you.”
“Fuck.”
I waited for him to say it back as he pulled my shirt off. My heart swelled when he unclasped my bra and started kissing my breasts. I waited for him to reciprocate my devastating declaration when he stripped out of his clothes and carried me to the bed. I wanted his mouth to form those three words when he ripped my panties off and licked my clit.
I craved his admission when he finger fucked me. I craved it when he swirled his tongue around my needy nub. Every tick of the clock, his silence grew louder, and my pleasure bloomed. He lined up his greedy cock with my sex and slammed into me—the only sound breaking past his padlock mouth was a moan of satisfaction. I cried at the invasion of his hardness. I stretched to accommodate him as my heart frantically demanded that he love me back.
He fucked me with hard, fast thrusts. He pressed against my neck with his hand, teasing my pulse with his steady grip.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted.
I wanted to hear about how precious I was.
“Milk my dick, baby,” he cooed.
I wanted to hear him spill words of adoration on the altar of my soul.
He made me come with his skilled movements. My body betrayed me, tricking me into thinking that even if he couldn’t say those words back, this was better than any declaration.
We fucked like sinners.
Maybe one day, he’d ruin me like a lover.
Bonus Chapter
Violet
Today was my eighteenth birthday, and today I was officially an adult. I had been looking forward to this day for years, but more so in the past few months. I really thought that today would be the day that Brian would start looking at me like a woman, and not as a child. But it was clear from our fight, that Brian would never look at me like an adult. He thought I was just a kid, not capable of taking care of my baby. Our baby. The child he didn’t want.
Chase and I were having a huge party tonight, like we did every year. I had been racking my brain trying to figure out ways to get out of drinking that wouldn’t look suspicious, but I guess that didn’t matter now. I couldn’t keep the little bean that was growing inside of me. I had cried so many tears that I didn’t have any more to give. I was devastated and angry, but mostly numbness had taken over.
Now that I was eighteen, I could make the appointment without parental consent. Not that my parents would have cared, but they would have to actually be around to give their consent. I reached for my phone and pulled up the number for a women’s clinic,
