Are you ready for a weekend of debauchery and other fun activities?-Master of Your Universe
This guy. He must think he was something else, changing his name on my phone again. But joke was on him. Just before we left today, I changed his ringtone to something more fitting. Tomorrow I was going to call when he was around everyone, embarrassing him. Figuring out the password was easy when he does it in front of me all the time.
Oh yes, I was just telling Jenson that we were going to have sex in front of him so he could see how it was done.-Future Wife
Really? This again!!
You just had to take it to the next level. -Joel
Your question was dumb, it needed a dumb answer.-Alessandra
It really did.
I’m ready to have you close again. It’s been a long week.-Joel
I didn’t know what to say to him. I wanted that too, but after going the whole week without much time for touching, I gained some of my nervousness back when it came to him. No one at work knew we were sneaking quick kisses when we were alone for a minute. But in his own home, around my son, and Joel’s friends? He most likely wouldn’t stop touching me.
Was that weird to do around my son? I hadn’t dated anyone since his father left us so long ago. Anytime I wanted a man, I left town and hooked up with a guy I met at a bar. But in reality, it had been a long time since I did that,even. Like years. I was a thirty-year-old spinster.
The night I met Joel I was trying to get back on the horse, and it turned into a disaster. So being with someone was weird to me.
We’re going slow. No expectations this weekend.-Joel
It was like he was reading my mind. I was overthinking things and needed to hear that he was okay with my jitters.
See you tomorrow. ;) -Alessandra
He didn’t reply, but I knew he was probably smiling like a goof, seeing my wink face. He would find something like that cute.
I left my phone on the nightstand and rolled over.
Hopefully this weekend wouldn’t be a big mistake. But I guess there was only one way to find out.
I could tell Joel was excited for this weekend the whole day at work. He was on his “A” game while filming, and even though we had no time to talk, we said so much with just our eyes.
As soon as I was done with work, I drove home in my old Subaru Forester, and went to get Jenson. I threw our boards on the top, he had our bags all set to go, and we shut the house down.
He was on cloud nine as we drove in traffic down to La Jolla. The address Joel gave me was right by the water, where all the millionaires and above lived. He had been so down to earth with me since we met that I had forgotten that as a movie star, he was insanely wealthy.
I never felt inferior to him, even in his shiny red truck. He was just Joel, the pain in my ass that I was sort-of dating.
“Almost there.” I stared at all the walls and gorgeous houses as we drove down his street.
When we made it to the gate with his number on it, I was feeling those butterflies in full flight.
“I’m nervous,” I admitted, looking at Jenson before buzzing Joel.
My sweet kid, with his scruffy-styled black hair and blue eyes, stared at me. He was my best friend. Even if I had to be the tough mom sometimes, we always had each other. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I thought he was going to tell me it was going to be okay. Because let’s be real, there is no way he would tell me to turn the car around. Not when he was going to be spending the weekend with his idol. But I didn’t expect him to sternly look me down and say,
“Chin up, buttercup. Time to nut up or shut up.”
