Granting one last wish

Chapter 7 FANTASIZING ABBY

SEB

Losing in the stock market, dropping dollar rates and losing a deal didn’t torment me, it’s a win-win game. But It’s been agonizing two days of my life. I’m currently fantasizing a forbidden fruit and I know I’m in a great trouble.

Who would have thought Mike and Catie’s daughter is Hot? I mean Hot...H-O-T as hell. Those beautiful big green innocent eyes, but there is something in her eyes I can’t quite figure out and this dick of my mine is having a brain on its own. Now, little traitor dick starts throbbing in my pants just thinking of hot Abby. Thank God Pat doesn’t know, he’ll surely laugh and say I’m a pussy-whipped.

Now, I’m a boner.

Yeah, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as her, her smell, and her hair look so soft, I can imagine grabbing her and fuck her from behind and those parted succulent lips wrapping around my cock.

I groan

And Jesus she has a gorgeous pair of round tits. She wears a white dress that exposes a little cleavage that makes my thoughts turn dirty. I can’t blame my dick, it’s been a while and she is just so gorgeous, that’s it. Period

After sending her to her home all my thoughts keep coming back to her, her smart-ass banter. Here I’m lying alone in my lonely cold bed looking up the boring ceiling with my cock hard as steel. I can’t help but stole few glances at her long toned legs while she’s sitting beside me in my car. I give her a moment of silence, I’m sure she’s thinking about her mom. She seems so distant and controlled. She flinched when I tried securing her seatbelt. I wonder what had happened to her. I can feel she doesn’t trust me and it made my chest tight.

I want to strangle her so called the best friend, he’s holding her fucking hand, best friend or not it makes me a little bit of a caveman.

Fuck!

Why I suddenly become overprotective of her. I’ve never felt anything like this towards any woman. Only with her and it’s freaking me out.

I guess I need to get laid.

I’m too exhausted to get up in bed. Maybe a self-service will do. I put my hand inside my boxer and hold my cock firmly, the moment I think of a brunette with huge green eyes my dick comes to life, I imagine her kneeling down on me and licks the tip of my cock, her eyes looking up at me, taking all my cock inside her mouth, twirling her tongue and suck me hard, I gasp.

Fuck I’m not gonna last... grabbing her soft hair and push her until my cock hits her throat...fuck it feels so good...so fucking good. I thrust into her mouth, to the back of her throat one last time...Abby.

I come so hard.

I shudder. I’ve never come so hard. Fuck! That feels good... Beads of sweat start forming on my forehead. I want to feel when I’m deeply buried inside her pussy...shit!

I’m hard again so I think of her once again. It didn’t take long I come again. I’m so drained. I close my eyes.

I wake up before the alarm goes off. It’s still dark outside. I start to make my coffee. I lean my elbows in my kitchen island and bury my face into my hands. I check my phone for calls and messages. Nothing worth calling back. My mom left me a voice message telling me she met Mike’s daughter. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Christ! I really need to erase her from my brain.

I remember dad saying after the meeting, son, if you will not clean your mess I’ll be the one to clean and you may not like the outcome. it may not be true but you’re dragging Hughes and company’s reputation down.

I drink the bitter taste of coffee but dad’s words are far worst bitter than the coffee and it twists my stomach. What will he do? Is he really threatening me now? I may be the largest shareholder but he has the majority of votes.

After a shower and put some fancy suit I head to my office. My PA already arranges my schedule and insert the burial for Catie. I meet Patrick at the parking lot since he wasn’t able to come during the funeral.

Still a lot of people here in the cemetery who I recognized mostly are businessmen. Some are politicians and few women I think from Catie’s charity. My parents are already here so as Patrick’s parents. I didn’t see the woman that caught my mind these days. I clench my jaw until it hurts. I need to get her off my mind but she won’t just go. This is so wrong fantasizing her. His father won’t be happy. I’m sure her mother will rise from her grave and haunt me to death.

Patrick noticed my discomfort.

“You okay, man? I know this is hard for you but it’s ok to be sad about it. Wait, I’ll have to extend my condolences to Mike.”

Mike is already sitting in the first row with two empty seats beside him, probably for the hot piece of a daughter and her friend. I choose the opposite left side in the second row so no one notices me ogling her.

I groan.

I didn’t come here for her, I mutter. A few more minutes the ceremony will start according to that man in black-rimmed glasses. Everyone wearing black and white. I didn’t even notice Patrick is already back in his seat.

“Where is the daughter?” Does he really have to ask me?

“Maybe caught in the traffic” I deadpan.

Before he can ask again my eyes dart to the woman that keeps me hard on and came twice last night.

I must be dreaming right now because this couldn’t be real. If she looks beautiful these past days now she looks stunning, ravishingly gorgeous. She’s way beyond beautiful. God heaven on earth, bless my heart. My mouth hangs open and I’m sure I have to put the scarp in my suit pocket to a good use. I probably drooling right now.

She is wearing a white lacy dress that ends on her knees, long sleeves that fit perfectly on her toned arms like her second skin. Her curly brown hair flows just below her shoulders. She is wearing a black headband. A light pink on her cheeks. Her lips are painted with light pink too. She wears high heels that make her almost taller than her best friend. Good grace Abby way to make my cock throb again... Thank God for the weather, It’s not hot because I probably sweating like an idiot.

Everyone turn their attention towards her. I guess they notice now who is she even my goddamn best friend. Now he can’t just keep his mouth shut.

“So she must be Mike’s daughter? Who’s the man with her? Lucky bastard. She’s so fucking hot. No wonder Mike never let her stay here. She could make any man boner.”

Now I’m pissed. I hate this caveman feeling, just thinking of another man thinks the way I think, I wanna poke every eye looking at her with my fingers.

“That’s her best friend Andrew, they’re roommates.” Patrick looks at me with wide eyes.

“And how do you know they’re just roommates? Or just best friend? Without the benefits?” He asks and raises his brows. Way to piss me off more. If we’re not in here I might collar him already.

“That’s what I heard. Why do they have to hide from the old man if they’re dating? Or your so-called benefits? They’re both consenting adult.” I explain but Patrick doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Are you sure they’re just friends?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?” I glare at him.

“Whoa! Man relax I’m just messing with you. What’s got into you? Why so grumpy today? and do you think I didn’t notice you drooling over her when she arrived?”

I clench my teeth and take a deep breath. I need to calm myself down. My best friend will not shut up until I grill me with the question as soon as he knows I have a thing for her.

A thing for her?

I don’t do relationship. She looks so innocent and I’m a bastard who doesn’t say no for free-fuck-no- strings-attached. I don’t deserve someone like her. She needs a good man at her side and I’m definitely not a good one.

She deserves someone who brought her flowers dine in a fancy restaurant and propose to her with a huge diamond ring. Mike knows me well. I’m thankful he still didn’t warn me to back off when he caught me ogling at her from the first day we met, or he was too preoccupied with his wife’s death. I’m sure she’ll go back soon after this burial and thank God I’ll not see her again.

“Earth to Seb. You zoned out too much.” He nudges me.

“Are you sure you didn’t score on her yet?” He asks waggling his brows.

“One more talk about her I’ll break your nose. Her mom just died for God sake and you’re talking about her like that?” I hissed and I can feel the anger radiates my body. I didn’t even notice my hands already form into fists.

“Okay, Okay man. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Nothing to talk about later especially if it’s about her. She is off limits.” I snap

“Fine, I’ll drop it if you’ll introduce me to her. deal?”

“No fucking way.” I narrow my eyes.

“ Yes way, or I’ll just introduce myself.” He grins “unless you want her alone to yourself.” I grit my teeth.

“What off limits you didn’t fucking understand? She still mourns and here you are, you can’t keep your dick in your pants? really, Patrick?” I crinkle my nose.

“Well, just introduce me, that’s it.”

“Fuck off asshole! You fucking touch her, you’re dead! fucking think about her, you’re dead too!” I narrow my eyes.

He grins.

“I got you there, asshole. Fine, she’s yours.”

I mutter, yeah, she is fucking mine. I’m grinning deep inside.

Everyone already on their seats when the minister is about to start I look at her and it was wrong to move, she finds me looking at her too. Yeah, just like that everything freezes even my God damn breath, my heart flutters.

Damn it! she smiles at me... fuck! that’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but smile back. She arches one brow as if saying what’s wrong? I shake my head then she focuses herself to the minister.

“Hmm...that smile. she smiles at you, we really have to talk later cuz. I’ll never let that one go. Over my dead body.”

Not today. Not ever. I won’t let him get into me.

“Just shut up, can you? nothing really to talk about.”

“I doubt that that smile says everything and you’re still smiling, it’s new on you.”

“You’re saying I never smile before?” I elbow him.

“See, you never did that thing to me either.”

“What, elbowing you? see what comes next if you’ll not shut up.”

“Don’t change the topic Mr. Pussy-whipped.”

Someone clear a throat from behind. I bite my lip. I feel guilty.

Shit, I remind myself why we’re here.

“Drop it.”

“I don’t think I can.” Jesus.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

I decided to leave immediately after the burial service but something stopping me from going. My heart breaks when I see Abby’s shoulders shaking. I wish I could hold her and tell her everything will be okay but I’m sure nothing can help at this moment, the fact that we just buried her mom, she’ll really bawl.

Somewhere part of my brain command me to come closer to her and my feet just followed. Her eyes are red and wet. She’s still sniffing to the tissue on her hand. I can’t fathom why I feel pain for her when I see her sad or crying like we have a connection to emotions. I touch her shoulder and she stiffens and faces me. When our eyes met it feels like we knew exactly what comes next.

We hug... yeah, just like that. We’re like pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. I can feel the warmth of our body. The smell of vanilla and flower that I can’t quite guess hit my nostrils, maybe her shampoo or her body wash. It’s addictive... I don’t wanna let her go just yet. I close my eyes and feel her against me, I want to feel this moment because this might never happen again and God it feels so good, so damn good. When she pulls away, I feel so empty and cold.

“Thank you Seb... thank you for coming here...” she says in between sniff. She looks God damn beautiful even her eyes and nose are red. Drew, her best friend gives me tight smile. My best friend clears his throat beside me and tells her he’s sorry and introduces himself before he can say anything I told Abby and drew that we’re leaving. I don’t want him to spill my beans yet. I’m not in a mood to deal with work either. I want to drink to stupor. What had just happened freaks the hell out of me.

Thank God Patrick stays silent throughout the entire ride. I guess he already has answers to himself.

Too obvious?

Damnit!