He kissed me with that same amount of passion again, then he let me go.
I smiled and sucked my lip into my mouth. Savoring the taste of him from it.
“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I touched his chest and then walked past him and out the door without really giving him a chance to respond. The door closed behind me with a gentle thud.
I went into the elevator, a soaking-wet, wrecked mess. I pressed the button to go back upstairs to the room that Corey and I were in.
When I opened the door, I walked into the room. He was still fast asleep. I bypassed the bed and went back into the shower to wash the touch and the lingering scent of Wood off me. Although I wanted to be pinned to the wall and put through the mattress all night, I couldn’t.
Getting out of the shower, I threw the towel around me when I heard my phone vibrating. I opened it to find a series of messages.
Wood: Let me know when you make it home safely.
Me: Will do.
I smiled, then set a message to be sent in nineteen minutes that I was home. By the time he got that message, I’d be in bed and in my first stage of dreaming.
Then I saw that I had fifteen messages from Psycho. The preview of the message revealed how all the others likely were.
Psycho: You gone need to go to witness protection in a month.
I didn’t even bother to respond. I just dried off, threw on a dress, and then went back into the room.
Now I’m sitting at my desk, writing a journal entry, sore as hell and body wrecked like never before. If this is what it’s like being with an older man, then I had no more reservations.
Someday, I know I’ll cross paths with Wood in a room full of our peers. We’ll likely pretend to meet for the first time like his scent wouldn’t be engraved in my memory. But tonight, I’mgoing to go back to bed with my soon-to-be ex. And tomorrow, another story is just waiting to be written.
Goodnight,
The Heaux
August 21, 2021
This morning was a shit show.
I don’t even have many thoughts today because I’m so annoyed by Corey. He slept in late this morning, and that was fine. The longer he slept, the less time I had to deal with him. We had both gone through traumatic events last night and should have been resting, but I was up and ready to go. I tapped him once, and he told me that he still didn’t feel good. I didn’t bother again. I ordered room service and ate instead of going out to brunch at the place he made reservations at.
As we were nearing checkout, I finally shook him and told him to wake up. It was only then that he dragged himself to the bathroom and took a shower while I packed.
He came out of the shower and kissed me on the cheek, making me roll my eyes. The last thing I wanted was for him to be showing me any kind of affection after ruining my birthday plans. I’m sure he knew that I was upset. As a man who barely said anything, he was unusually talkative, and I knew he was just trying to check my temperature.
When it was time to leave, he grabbed my hand. Although I wanted to take it back, I allowed him to hold it because I didn’t want to be rude and hurt his feelings. But with the way my arm dangled, I’m sure he knew it wasn’t a sweet gesture.
We stepped onto the elevator. The hotel was swarming with people checking out. I gave polite smiles to the people who spoke to me, calling me by my title and wishing me well. Slowly, it stopped on every floor, allowing more and more people to fill the space. Corey pulled me closer to him; my back pressed against his front. We were in public, so it was more protective than inappropriate.
The elevator stopped again, this time on floor six, and when the elevator opened, there was that scent and that statue of a man, Wood. He was standing there with his bags, waiting to get on. I could have evaporated. His eyebrow furrowed quickly, but he recovered as he stepped into the elevator.
“I’m so sorry, but you smell amazing.” The woman said who he stood next to.
“Thank you.” He responded quickly, as he stood against the side of it so the doors could close.
We made eye contact that lingered way too long, and he winked before I turned my head. I stared at the doors, hoping that I didn’t have to endure the elevator stopping five more floors before I could be free.
The gesture was bold, and my pussy throbbed at the smell of him. I could almost feel his hands inside of me, forcing an orgasm out of me. This space wasn’t big enough for both of us.
The elevator reached the main lobby, and we all got off. Corey grabbed my hand again as he led me through the lobby. I was stopped a million times on the way to the car; I even took a picture with a couple of people.
The entire car ride, I stared out the window. Counting down the minutes until I was free again. When Corey pulled into my community, he cut the engine and leaned over to kiss me, which I rejected.
