“She’s retreated a little back into herself after doing well to begin with. I need to find ways to draw her out and get her involved in life again. She wouldn’t get out of bed this morning, not even for bacon and eggs, which, I’ve gotta say, I would never say no to.”
“Has she started seeing that psychologist?”
“Yeah, she had an appointment last week, and I think it went alright. She’s got another one tomorrow afternoon, so fingers crossed it goes well, too.”
“I think you’re doing all you can, and I also think what you’re doing is amazing. I know people who wouldn’t do half the shit you’re doing, not even for their closest family members. You’re good people, Layla.”
I shrugged. “I guess my family showed me how not to love people.”
“Yeah, sad but true. And I guess at least you have one thing to be thankful to them for.”
“That’s one way to look at it.”
I left him and headed upstairs to find Annie. Deep in thought about my shitty family, the ringing of my phone startled me.
Donovan.
“Hey you,” I murmured into the phone, my tummy fluttering.
“Hey.” His voice was soft, and that caused my tummy to progress from flutters to somersaults.
“How’s your day going?” I asked.
“Yeah, getting through stuff. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I was until one of my staff quit on me.”
Silence, and then, “You want me to help you find someone new?”
Oh god, could this man get any better?
“Sure, thanks. I don’t know anyone I would ask.”
“Leave it with me, I’ll ask around.”
“I owe you. Come over tonight and you can collect.” I bit my lip thinking about how I could repay him.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “It’s only lunch time. You can’t say that shit to me this early in the day.”
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
“Sorry,” I said, sweetly. “I guess I also can’t tell you that I’ve been imagining your mouth on my pussy all morning.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “How the fuck did I find a woman with such a dirty mouth?”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
“Depends how you look at it. I’m sitting here with a fucking hard-on at eleven thirty in the morning and no way for it to be taken care of. Doesn’t sound fucking lucky to me.”
“Baby, you’ve got a hand, haven’t you?” I breathed into the phone.
“Fuck, Layla, don’t fucking tempt me,” he rasped.
“Wrap your hand around your cock and imagine it’s my hand.” My voice was husky with the desire consuming me.
The only sound I heard was his heavy breathing, and then the sound of his zipper in the background. His breathing picked up a second later, and he grunted something unintelligible into the phone.
“That’s it, baby. Now shut your eyes and picture my tits, naked in your hands. I’m pumping your dick in my hands while you’ve got your hands full of me.”