Vanessa

Justine tags along with me to the gym, but the whole time she’s been giving me weird looks. I start to wonder if she heard anything last night, but I don’t think she did. She would have come running to my room and barging in if she had.

She has a reason to be suspicious. She knows me well and knows when something is up, but I refuse to tell her about the arrangement Axel and me have going on right now.

It will only be two months of this and it’s honestly nothing. Just fun, quick sex.

While I jog on the treadmill, she slows down to a quick walk, grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig. I see her mouth moving, but I have my headphones in, a song by Drake blasting.

I pluck one out and look at her. “Huh?”

“I said, I feel like there’s something going on with you and you aren’t telling me.”

I pretend to be confused, screwing my face and all. “What do you mean?” I laugh. “Something like what?”

“Like…maybe there’s a guy you’re seeing. You’re glowing, Nessa,” she laughs.

“Glowing?” I quirk a brow. “Nah. I don’t think so.”

“Yes. You were all perky this morning and you woke up earlier than usual! You never wake up that early in a good mood.”

“Justine,” I laugh. “I’m still as single as they come! Trust me, if I had something serious going on with someone, I would tell you.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She looks me up and down, and I know she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t talk about it anymore. Instead she talks about Preston and how he wants to take her to some lounge on Friday night.

As she talks, though, I can’t stop thinking about it. Am I really glowing? Am I chipper?

There’s no way in hell it’s because of Axel. I mean, okay. He has good cock. Really good cock. Last night was fucking amazing. I didn’t see it coming, and though it was everything a woman would fantasize about, I am not taking him seriously. I would be the dumbest woman on the planet to consider this anything more than sex.

It’s just an agreement. Justine won’t know the reason why, but sooner or later she will be glad that Axel isn’t throwing his wild parties, all thanks to me and this secret arrangement we have going on. I know she won’t push on it anymore, but she will get nosier.

She’ll never find out. I’ll be careful. Because if she does, I’m afraid she’ll move out or think I’m choosing him over her. She’s very protective of me, like a sister. If she hates a guy, she will list a thousand reasons not to mess around with him and I always end up agreeing with her.

This time I would have no choice but to agree with her because Axel is no good. He does what he wants, takes what he wants, and he doesn’t care how you feel when he does it.

That alone should bother me, but it doesn’t.

Not one bit.

* * *

When we pull up to our house, I hear a lawn mower running. Axel steps around the corner of his house shirtless and glistening with sweat. His tattoos seem to sparkle from it and the pit of my belly heats up from the mere sight of him.

I try hard not stare as I strap my gym bag over my shoulder.

“Wow,” Justine says, stepping up to my side and planting a hand on her hip. “It sucks that he’s so hot but such a prick. Seems like such a waste of beauty.”

He’s a prick, yeah, but he isn’t so bad. I’m starting to see right through that whole bad boy facade.

Justine is too used to her goody-two-shoes roots. I had to break her out of her shell in college and even when we went out she still complained about a lot of things. It’s just who she is.

I decide to say nothing at all. I don’t want my opinions to give anything away. Instead, I look away, but I can feel him watching me. And knowing he’s watching makes me want to jet across the street just to fuck him one good time and then go about my day.

* * *

Three days pass and it’s as if what happened between Axel and me, didn’t even happen.

I don’t know why it bugs me since we only agreed on being on top of each other once a week, but it does. I know he’s home. His car has been parked in the driveway and it’s like he’s been purposely working on things outside so I can cave and go running to him, begging for more.

I’ve tried not to let him get to me though. I’ve had a few interviews for teaching jobs and I’ve been focused on that as well as working my shifts at Harlow’s.

To my luck, there hasn’t been any loud music playing from Axel’s end. I hear the purr of his Mustang when he comes and goes, but that’s about it. So far, he’s kept his word about cutting the parties.

Before I know it, Sunday arrives and I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to Justine bustle around as she gets ready for her breakfast date. She pops her head into my room, asking, “Have you seen my red pumps?”

I point to my closet where the shoe rack is. “I borrowed them for an interview yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah?” She grins, walking toward the closet and taking them out of their slot. “You think you got it? The job?”

I shrug. “I hope so.” The interview went well. I’ve had countless interviews at daycares and for elementary schools. I’d love to teach kindergarten or first grade.

“I bet you did.” She huffs a breath as she looks at her reflection in the mirror on my closet door. She’s wearing a red pencil skirt and a white blouse. Her blonde hair is curly and bouncy and not to mention my best friend has great legs.

I stand up. “You look great.”

“You kidding? I feel like I look so cheap. I got this outfit from the thrift store.” She sighs. “I’m so tired of these Sunday breakfasts dates, Nessa. I know he wants to make a tradition out of it but one day I’d like to just stay here or spend the night at his place and wake up to him cooking for me or something, you know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. But you know Preston. Always trying to spend as much money as he can on you. Maybe you should tell him what you really want.”

She nods, chewing into her glossed bottom lip. “I think I will one day. Just not right now. He’s always so excited about it. I’ll give it a few more weeks.” A car horn beeps and she flips her wrist to check the gold watch that he bought her for her birthday.

“Shit. That’s him. Gotta go!” She starts to walk past me, but then pauses, looking back. “What are you going to do today anyway?”

I point a thumb at my bed. “Sleep as much as I can.”

She giggles. “That sounds nice. Well, if you get hungry, let me know. I’ll pick some food up for you.”

“Thanks, Justine. Have fun on your date.”

She’s gone in the blink of an eye. I walk to the hallway, listening to the door click shut and lock. I step to the window, watching her hop into the car, give Preston a smooch on the lips, and then he pulls out of the driveway in his BMW. When they’re gone, I breathe a sigh of relief.

I look toward Axel’s house. I wonder if he’ll come. After sneaking in my bedroom window, I haven’t heard from him since. Has he already had enough?

Pulling away, I walk to my bathroom and start up the shower. I take a quick one, but when I’m out, that’s when I hear knocking on the door.

My chest feels warmer, my belly twisting up in the best way possible, but I keep my steps casual as I head for the front door. When I open it, he’s there, standing tall, shoulders hunched.

“Well, look who it is,” I say sarcastically.

“We only fuck on Sunday’s, right?” His voice is gruff and the roughness makes me frown. Something seems wrong with him.

“I guess.” I shrug like I don’t care, but then he picks me up by the hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He kicks the door shut behind him and storms to my living room. He places me down on the couch and without warning, he yanks on my towel, tugging it down and exposing my damp, naked body. “Wait,” I breathe as he starts to kiss between my breasts and then down to my stomach. “What about breakfast? I was just about to start cooking.”

“Fuck breakfast. We’ll eat later.” He says this with his mouth still on my skin, trailing his full lips down to the valley between my legs. “You smell good as fuck. I’m ready to taste you.”

I clutch the edge of the couch as he seals his mouth around my pussy. He groans as he eats me, bringing one hand up to squeeze my breast and then rubbing a thumb over the taut nipple. I shudder as he thrusts his tongue inside me and then draws it out, sliding it over my clit.

“Taste so fucking good.” He sits up, sliding a finger inside me. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he asks, wrenching my legs further apart with his other hand. He keeps fingering me, hitting a tender spot.

“No,” I lie.

He smirks, pulling his finger away and the absence of his finger makes me sigh. Ache. “Don’t lie to me, Vanessa. I know you have. I’ve been thinking about your pussy ever since I left that night.”

“So why didn’t you come back before today?”

“Didn’t think you wanted me to.” He stands up and lowers his basketballs shorts. His thick, big cock springs free, leaking at the tip. He grips his cock at the base and starts to stroke it. “You want more than just Sundays?”

I don’t answer. Of course I want more. Way more. But I won’t tell him. I refuse to tell him. “Sundays is what we agreed on. Two months. That’s it.”

He laughs a little, still stroking his cock. He then steps in front of me, grabbing my arm and helping me sit up. “You don’t have to admit it right now. I’ll fuck the answer out of you. But first.” He cups a large hand around the back of my head, bringing my face closer to his cock. “I need you to suck my dick, baby.”