Chasing Love (Dark Love 1)

My mind flashes to my office. Yes, we can be in the same room as each other but maybe not with our clothes on.

“Charlie, look, you don’t need to answer… but were you with him tonight? I won’t ask anything else because he’s my brother, and that would be TMI.”

I laugh, how awkward. I thought our sharing days were long gone. My phone vibrates, distracting me from responding to her.

Lex: My sister left you alone yet?

I think of a response but, instead, laugh to myself. My body is utterly exhausted, and even stringing together a sentence is difficult.

“Something funny?”

I show her the text, her eyes rolling until she joins me, laughing. “Charlie, have you thought about this? Aren’t you still engaged to Julian?”

Well, if that isn’t a slap in the face.

With Lex around, I’ve suddenly taken leave of my senses.

The guilt begins to seep in, all from the mention of his name.

“Adriana, it’s… I mean, Julian is a great guy. He worships the ground I walk on. But—”

“But he’s not Lex.”

No, he isn’t Lex. He’s a sweet, humble, compassionate, caring man. He treats me with respect, always sincere with his intentions. He makes me smile, never argues with me. Meanwhile, Lex has become this cold, arrogant son of a bitch who treats me like I’m his possession. Instead of making me smile, he angers me to the core.

“It’s been a long day.” I yawn, then continuing, “And Lex is, well, he’s complicated.”

“You’re telling me?” Adriana hoots. With her purse draped over her shoulder, she leans in to hug me one more time. “I better head off, but you and me… we’re back on.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smile.

As I climb into bed, my muscles tighten after the intensity of what had happened earlier. You’d think I was done, yet here I am, drenched between my legs, the images playing in my mind vividly. His cock eagerly waiting near my mouth.

Me: Yes, I am all alone now.

I want to write more. Tell him to get over here now and fuck my brains into next week right here in my bed.

Lex: Me too.

A quick but meaningful response. Bastard. Letting out a long-winded sigh, I text back quickly.

Me: You’re not alone, you have your hand. Pink wrote a whole song about it.

Lex: As much as that song brings pleasure to people, I’d rather you bring pleasure to me, right now.

Fuck, I’m screwed. I read the message a dozen times, and every time I read it, my hands automatically make their way down to my pants, rubbing slightly to ease the pain. I quickly type a message, then continue to explore.

Me: Greedy, always wanting more.

Lex: Charlotte, with you… never enough.

His last text sends me over the edge, and I come on the spot. Granted, it’s nowhere near as good as when I’m with him, but I’ve already been fucked twice today.

Exhausted, I drift off to sleep within minutes.

***

“Well, hello, there, Miss Mason. You look awfully happy this morning,” Eric comments with one of his eyebrows raised.