The following week flies on by as Wes and I settle into our new found routine. We spend our days at work and our nights switching it up between the rehab hospital, Lucy’s house and his place. Surprisingly, it’s hassle free. It feels like nothing has changed, yet everything is different. Especially with all the sex we’re having. Every night, every morning, and I’m sure If we could, office sex would also be on the agenda. He’s insatiable, and I’m not one to complain about what is undeniably the best sex I’ve ever had. And it’s not just the physical attraction that’s intense, but with all my walls down, the connection between us is deeper than I anticipated. He’s funny, he’s warm and he’s got so much to give. The Wes I remember is nowhere to be found, a constant reminder that even though we’re in a good place, I owe him an apology. If not for him, then to ease my conscience for all the horrible thoughts I’ve had about him since I got here.

We’ve yet to discuss anything concrete, but Wes has been subtly trying to find out whether I’m staying in Piney View or not. I know he doesn’t want to scare me off and blatantly ask me to stay. Like Mom and Lucy, he thinks I need to do what’s right for me. I’ve thought long and hard about it, and there might be some bumps along the way, but this is where the next chapter of my life is. I don’t want to miss out on any more moments with my family; good or bad. I’ve dated in California, and nothing has felt like this. I don’t want to give up on us before we’ve even given it a try.

Today was supposed to be the day we found a secretary replacement. While Wes flat out told me he didn’t want me going anywhere now that we were on “better” terms, I told him I didn’t want his business to be affected by whatever decisions we made going forward. Begrudgingly, he agreed to go ahead with the interviews. But after staring at the fifth woman to waltz in here desperate for Wes’ attention, I’m starting to think me leaving isn’t a good idea.

I’ve never been jealous of other women before; it’s not in my nature. These women are like cats in heat, short skirts, tits out, they leave very little to the imagination. Not to mention the way they ignore me everytime I ask a question.

Wes is being a gentleman and has shown no sign of being interested. I trust him. But it’s safe to say the secretary position will continue to be filled by me.

I stand up mid sentence, I’m really not interested in what she has to say anymore. I know I’m being rude, but I’ve just about reached my limit.

“Amy, is it?” I ask sarcastically.

“Uh, it’s Anna.”

“Right,” I say. “Well we’re going to have to cut this short. You see Wes and I,” I wave my hands between us, “are actually together.”

She makes an ‘oh’ motion with her mouth, “and unfortunately, the interviews have run into our usual afternoon delight,” Her eyes widen with shock, but as she picks up her bag and stands up, I’m pretty sure she’s on the same page as I am.

“Are you kicking me out to have sex?” I hear Wes behind me holding back his laughter. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” With jealousy pumping through my veins, I grab her elbow and walk with her to the door. “Here, let me help you out.” As soon as she steps out the threshold, I slam the door shut and lock it. I lean on the door and stare at Wes sitting on the chair in front of me. “Fuck, you’re sexy when you're jealous,” he says with a smirk.

“It’s not funny. Is this like a thing?”

“Is what a thing?”

“All these women throwing themselves at you, does this happen all the time?” He shrugs casually and it makes my blood boil even more.

“Come here.” He waves his hand calling me over. With his legs open, I stand in between. He slides his hands underneath my skirt; slowly massaging my ass cheeks. “You’re the only one I want,” he says with sincerity. His hands push my skirt higher, till it sits in the middle of my torso, and his fingers are finding their way under my panties.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispers.

I bend over at the waist, and lean towards his lips. I reach for his pants and pull his zipper down while kissing him slowly. Bare underneath, my hand comes into contact with his hard cock, instantly. His hands grab the back of my thighs for extra balance, as I move my legs over his. The kiss deepens. Lining him up with my pussy, I lower myself onto him slowly until every inch of his dick is inside me. I moan into his mouth at the welcomed intrusion.

“This has gotta be quick, baby.” Moving up and down his shaft, I grind myself against him.

“Next time we do this, I want your shirt off so your tits are bouncing in my face.”

I rise and fall, faster and harder. Wes slides ever so slightly on the chair, and his cock somehow get’s deeper. It’s a frenzy of jealousy, emotions and pure lust. “You’re so close, baby. Come with me.”

At his command, I throw my head back and cry out, “Oh, fuck.” A million little tremors ripple through me as Wes pulsates inside me. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head in the crook of his neck.

“Has anyone told you, you’re the best secretary ever?” he says, jokingly. Our bodies vibrate in laughter against each other.

“Lucky I’m staying then, isn’t it?

* * *

Flicking through the channels, while lazing about on Wes’ couch, I wait for our dinner to be delivered. There’s a loud beep coming from the coffee table. Without paying attention, I grab the lit up phone, thinking it’s mine. As all these invitations for the BigBadWolf come up on the screen, I realize it’s not. My heart sinks to the floor. He fucking tricked me.

“Avery,” I jump up off the couch as his voice gets closer. I look up at him, and then back at the screen. I swipe open the app and start looking at all the invitations he’s received.

“Hey, Ave.” He calls out trying to get my attention. “Is that my phone?” He asks hesitantly.

“So, you’re BigBadWolf, huh?”

He walks toward me. “Let me explain.” I walk backwards, making sure there’s distance between us. “Don’t come near me.”

“Baby, please,” he pleads.

“Don’t fucking baby, me.”

“Avery. It’s not what you think.”

“Actually, I think it is. I trusted you and you lied to me.”

“No,” he says with frustration. “Can you please sit down and hear me out?”

“Were you talking to anyone else?”

“Were you?”

I scoff, “you knew I opened the account, so your questions aren’t really valid right now.”

“I just wanted you to see me in a different light,” he explains.

My chest tightens in anguish and I try to hold back the tears, “Funny that,” I spit out. “The only way I see you is how I’ve always seen you.” I throw the phone directly at him. “Wes, you’re nothing but a selfish prick. You don’t care how your actions and words might hurt others. You never have.” A trail of tears stream down my face. “I don’t know why I ever let myself believe you changed.”