“We said no strings attached. Fun without strings. You have your career and I have mine. Maybe when you’re in town again we can get together and have more stringless fun.”
“I’m still in town.”
“Yes, you are,” I agree.
He sits up, back onto his knees and between my legs. Removing my tank, he demands me naked in front of him.
“I’m still in town for another twenty minutes. So as far as I’m concerned, you’ve just given me the green light to have more fun.”
His cock is rock hard . . . again. I swallow the lump trapped in my throat and smile back at him.
“Whatta ya got for me, Carrington?” I tease.
“Turn around baby . . .” he demands with a wicked grin. “You’ll see.”
“A man can always tell when
another lion is sleeping in his den.”
~ Emerson Chase
I hadn’t heard from Logan in weeks.
Through conversations with Mom, I knew they had a round of important games and their focus was on training. Without raising too much suspicion, I asked questions hoping to get some insight as to what else was going on.
“So, how’re things with Ash and Alessandra?”
“Sandy, darling,” Mom corrects me in a posh British accent. “They’re okay, I guess. She’s been looking for wedding venues. There are a couple of places on the east coast but I’m not sure the boys can come back to the States for a while.”
“Oh?” I hide my disappointment. “I thought there was a chance they may play for the US team?”
“I don’t know if that’s going to happen. Coach Bennett is reluctant to let them go and they’re under a lot of pressure to win their season. Daddy flew over on Monday so I guess we’ll wait and see.”
“Ash doesn’t seem to care much about the wedding,” I ramble on, pointing out the obvious. “He couldn’t care less about anything besides soccer.”
“That’s your brother for you,” she says plainly. “Wesley seems to be keen to walk down the aisle. I saw last night’s episode. I didn’t realize how sentimental he is.”
I’m quick to shut her down, still holding back what happened. “Oh, yeah. That episode about his grandmother? Load of shit, Mom, he didn’t even know her.”
“But he looked so genuine?” I could hear the shock in her voice. “Emmy, what’s going on? Between you and him?”
“We’re just busy, Mom. The wedding is not on our minds.”
The guilt eats away at me, so I give her only that piece of information. Last night’s episode featured our preliminary discussions about the wedding. Just a short conversation about Wesley’s family and his relationship with his ‘grandmother.’ Cliff wanted Wesley to have more of an appeal to our female viewers and his idea worked, many reaching out to Wesley after it aired about their family struggles with Alzheimer’s. It painted Wesley in a different light—the sweet man with a heart of fucking gold.
The more successful the show became, the more it became scripted. I never signed up for a soap opera; I honestly thought our lives would be documented in a positive way to help others in our generation.
“Take your time kid, there’s nothing wrong with staying engaged. I’m just glad to watch you get married rather than hear about it over a cup of coffee.” Her voice becomes muffled, and in the background, I hear my sister’s voice.
“Hey Emmy.”
“Hey Tay Tay!” I cheer, happy to hear her voice.
“Ugh, don’t call me that. Puh-lease.”
“Sorry,” I mumble. “What’s happening?”
“Not much. Just school.” Her tone remains uninterested and bored. “What about you? Anything interesting going on besides Wesley posting a photo of you in a bikini? By the way, nice hair. Totally love the purple.”