Chapter Two
Dylan
I knock on Zoe’s door right at seven. I was so anxious and excited about tonight I pulled up to her building at six-forty-five. I’ve been planning this entire night for the past week. To be honest, I’ve been planning this since the day we met. I walked into that donut shop three months ago and saw the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. With eyes as blue as the ocean, hair as golden as the sun, and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. Zoe looked like a fucking angel, and she turned my whole world upside down. She has consumed my every thought, making it even harder for me to concentrate at work. I keep imagining her long lean legs wrapped around my waist while I fuck her tight little cunt. My name spilling from her perfect sweet lips.
It took everything I had not to grab her by her hair and drag her back into the kitchen like a fucking caveman after that kiss. I’ve only had a small taste, and I’m already addicted to my sweet honeybee. She has awakened this primal need in me to make her mine. I want her by my side and in my bed. More than anything, I want her heart. I want her mine.
A man like me doesn’t deserve a real woman like Zoe. I’m no saint when it comes to my past. My dad and my brothers all used drugs to cope with their bullshit, and I used women. Used them to fill the emptiness I was feeling. Zoe is making that pit smaller and smaller. Every morning I look forward to waking up. I get so excited to see her face and hear her voice that I get to the donut shop early and watch her from outside. She likes to dance while she makes the donuts. It’s pretty damn cute. I want to see her dance around my house every day. I want her face to be the first thing I see when I wake up, and I want to watch her come every night before she falls asleep in my arms.
The door slowly opens and it’s agony waiting to see her face. I’ve been waiting all day to see her smile and feel her in my arms. When she finally appears, she is wearing a red flannel robe, her eyes are red, and her cheeks are stained with tears. Seeing her in tears is ripping my heart out.
“I’m sorry Dylan, but I had an accident with my dress. It ripped when the zipper got stuck, and I can’t go on our date tonight.”
“Don’t you have another one you can change into? I don’t mind waiting.”
“Thing is, I bought this dress today because I don’t have any other dresses and, looking at you in your nice blue suit and tie, my t-shirts and jeans won’t go with wherever it is you are taking me for dinner.” Her voice trembles as she fights back more tears. No way am I letting her get out of this date. I’ve waited three long months for this fucking night, and no way am I letting a ripped dress stand in the way of getting what’s mine.
I reach up and pull off my tie and stuff it into my jacket pocket. “Okay, so here is what we are going to do.” I reach into my breast pocket and pull out a handkerchief and wipe Zoe’s tear soaked cheeks. “We will stay in tonight and I will cook us dinner.”
“Do you like boiled chicken and steamed kale, because that is all I have.” She winces. I share in her wince, that sounds awful and not the romantic meal I had planned.
“That sounds terrible. Let’s walk down to Whole Foods and pick up dinner, and we can have our own little house party. Why don’t you go get dressed before you have another clothing malfunction on your hands. Because right now, I would really rather tear you out of that robe and fuck you on the floor of this hallway, and I am pretty sure your neighbors wouldn’t appreciate that.”
A shy smile graces her face, and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. She thinks I’m kidding but I’m not. My hands are itching to pull open the sash on her robe and see the beauty hiding beneath it. My dick is already growing hard at the thought of touching and tasting every inch of her creamy skin.
“You are terrible Officer Edwards.” She giggles. I love the way she calls me Officer Edwards. She will be calling me that in bed later tonight.
“You have no idea my little honeybee. Now go get dressed,” I demand, feeling the blood rushing from my head down to my pants. It’s only a matter of time before my dick wins this fight. Zoe is the kind of girl that deserves romance and candle light. She deserves to be treated like a queen before I fuck her like a dirty little slut.