With that, he continues to make good on his promise until I forget my own name. Fucking me in every possible way, even when I’m too tired to continue, but dying for his thick cock to fill me up nonetheless.
I chant his name all night long.
Forty Four
Kaeli
Ibanned Ezra from coming anywhere near my sore, aching pussy.
It’s been a week since he confessed his love for me rather dramatically, and he hasn’t been thrilled about it, but relented because what else can he do?
I chuckle to myself as I flip through the recent analytics for the content, when a memory of Ezra leaving for his practice with a pout earlier this morning flashes in my mind.
Since we have come back from Seattle, hehasn’t left my side and has taken to staying at my place more often than not. He even asked for the key to my place, which I happily gave.
This morning, I almost used his shampoo instead of mine and tripped over his shoes. Though he hasn’t officially moved in, it feels like he has. I haven’t felt happier, and my place more lived in or domestic.
His outburst at my parents’ place led me to finally tell my parents how I feel, how I have felt since childhood. I know they love me. But somewhere while cheering for Roman, they forgot I’m equally talented and worthy in my own ways.
I felt bad about Ezra shouting at Roman because it was I who made him swear not to say anything to our parents when I was in high school. Roman tried to strike up a conversation about it with them a couple of times, but it never got anywhere, and I didn’t want to cause a rift between our family because he would get so angry for me, and they were all I had.
I won’t lie, though. Hearing my parents apologize to me the next day and their promise to work on their behavior did ease a lot of my worries and solidified what I already knew. Eventhough what they did was wrong, they never wanted to hurt me. They also agreed that we should give therapy a shot.
I’m glad I didn’t lose them. I truly believe that this would bring our family much closer. All thanks to Ezra and his love for me, which both my parents and Roman were happy about.
Everyone at work has also been great about our relationship. It’s really nice not to have to hide it for a change.
I’ve also had time to think about how I feel about Ezra, and I’ve concluded that even though I can’t say I love him just yet. I do know that Iamfalling in love with him and the safety he provides me with.
I never have to be someone else with him. Never have to worry about his intentions of sticking close to me. I can freely yell at him when upset, and he’d calm me down with his soft kisses and whisperedI love yous.
A knock on my office door brings me out of my reverie of Ezra-shaped thoughts. I look up from my screen and find Stacy at the door. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey, Kaeli. Just here to remind you to leave on time. Don’t overwork yourself,” she says.
“I will. Thank you, Stacy,” I reply with a smile.
Waving at me, she clocks out for the day.
Banishing all thoughts of Ezra, I crack my fingers and get to work, wanting to finish this report today. I lose myself in work.
A couple of hours later, I lean back in my chair with a tired sigh, closing my laptop shut.
Finally, I pick up my phone to check for any notifications and realize how late it has gotten.
Seeing the blaring ‘22:07’ on my lockscreen, I hastily pack up all my things and leave, cursing myself for not bringing the car today.
The arena is flooded with darkness, with not a soul in sight. I have to remind myself that it’s fine.
I step outside the building, and a strong gust of cool air assaults me. Grabbing a pen from my purse, I pull my hair and fix it in a bun.
Cursing myself for losing track of time when I find only a few people milling about.
Humming a tune to distract myself, I notice a shadow following me with every turn I take. My heart rate picks up, scared of what it could mean.
To confirm my suspicion, I take a turn that doesn’t lead to my house and then another to get me back on track.
When the figure doesn’t stop, I give a quickglance and find a man shrouded in black with his face hidden, following me. But his eyes are the ones that star in my nightmares.
