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I felt like my old self again, fucking around and not giving any fucks. That's until reality decided to tell me 'hello' half way through. My phone rang just as Colette was orgasming. I was going to continue, but then there was another.
I was panting. She was panting. Sweat was dripping from our bodies but all I wanted to do was lick it off of her. Her skin was so soft, I have never felt anything like it. She reeked of European and I loved it. Her French accent made chills spread all over my body. She'd be speaking French as we fucked.
It did not matter what she said, the fact that I made her say it made me smile.
"You can just pretend you lost your phone." Colette whispered as I pulled away.
I shook my head, wiping the back of my hand against my forehead. "No, they sound persistent."
Picking up the phone, I saw a random number blink on the screen. I just hit decline and then saw a text message appear on my home screen. It was from Isabelle. My heart stopped as I read the message.
Can you meet at Starbucks? I miss you like hell.
She must be there already. She doesn't just send something like that and wait until I reply. Fuck.
"Cole, I... I gotta go." I jumped up off the bed and head straight for the shower.
"You're just gonna leave me high and dry here?" she called after me.
"Well, you could just join me."
She came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. I felt her boobs against my back, she was a shortie. I turned around and picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist. Our lips met and fire spread through my veins.
She was naked. I was naked. And yet, nothing else mattered.
I carried her into the bathroom, starting up the shower as she kissed my neck. Chills flew down my spine as she licked my skin.
"You can put me down," Colette said.
Our eyes met and I walked with her still in my arms to the wall of the shower. Water fell onto us, hot water streaming down our heads, all over our bodies. I lowered her, but kept her gripped in my arms.
"I could fuck you all day Colette," I licked my lips.
***
"I'm gonna go then. You can stay, or you can go. Your choice. I gotta meet up with someone," I told Colette.
She was splayed over my bed in her dress from earlier today. There was a devious smile on her face that played with my mind. But I couldn't go at her again, no matter how good she was. My breath caught in my throat as reality started setting in. I tried to push it out, but there was always that fleeting thought, you slept with Rupert's ex, again. Isabelle dumped you after having a miscarriage. She had your baby...
I swallowed hard and slid on my leather jacket, knowing it'd be chillier outside.
"Colette, can you promise me something?" I asked.
"Going soft on me Mister Masterson? That's a first." She winked.
I smirked, unable to hide how impressed I was. "I need you to stop sleeping with me. It's for your own good." Her face went serious as she sat up. "You love Rupert, you really do trust me. And he loves you. I'm sure that it'll be difficult, but you can get back together. As for me? I love Isabelle. She dumped me, and I'm using you. You deserve better."
"I want this." Colette replied sternly, somehow turning me on. "I want this sex Philip. I'm not into you, I'm using you too."
Honestly, I could fuck her right now. And everything in me was preventing me from doing so. I took a deep breath and I knew how much I wanted to fuck her showed by the way she started to smirk at me. My face felt hot, I actually felt hot all over.
Nothing was more hotter than someone using you as you were using them. There was no limits then. You could sleep together all you wanted, how you wanted, and no strings.
"Fuck me," I huffed.
"Gladly," Colette purred.
I took another deep breath and shook my head. "I've gotta go. We can't do this. Promise me I won't see you again in these circumstances. Please Colette." I paused. "I'm begging you,"
She stood up from my bed and approached me, causing my heart to spasm. Her hands traced my face causing sparks to fly through my body.
"Beg more Philip," She whispered as our eyes met.
I pulled her hands away from my face. "No Cole, absolutely not. This is done. Go the fuck home." I hissed. Her expression faltered from seductive to serious once again, her smirk fading. "You still have a chance."
Her arms were still in my hands and I gripped them a little tighter, noticing how emotional I was getting. "You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be with someone that loves you. And fuck, so do I. So this is it, done."
I let her go and walked out of my room.
***
Pulling into the Starbucks parking lot, the moon was high above me, shining down. MAX was playing on my radio, telling me that he was only looking at me even though there were ten Victoria's Secret models in the room. I shut off the car and took some deep breaths.
Isabelle was there. She was waiting for me. What if she wanted me back? Will she tell me about that baby? How did she have a baby? I thought we were always safe.
I hopped out, letting the cool wind blow against me. I walked into the shop and ordered a Latte from a Barista. The coffee stench filled my nostrils as I looked over the cafe. That is when I saw Isabelle sitting just by the window, on her phone. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart racing.
"Latte with whip," A Barista called at the pick-up station. I walked over and grabbed it, mumbling a thanks.
Walking over to Isabelle's table, I drank some of my coffee. She looked up, as if having a radar on me. Our eyes met and I felt my breathing stop. I sat down across from her and was able to breathe again.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," She replied, looking away.
There was a moment of awkward silence. She wasn't going to speak, she already spoke.
"You were pregnant... why didn't you tell me?" I asked, going for it.
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