And I refuse to break my promise, especially when it comes to Kate.
NOAH
Leaving Kate has been difficult but for the best.
In just a few days, my life has shifted from depressing to exhilarating. Something in Morgan has changed—her fun and carefree attitude is a breath of fresh air and takes my mind off Kate.
Although I haven’t told Morgan my whereabouts the past weekend, it doesn’t really matter because she’s everything I need in my life right now. It’s almost as if subconsciously, she knows I don’t need any more stress in my life and shifts her focus to being more open to exploring where we could go, sexually.
Work is hectic and pulls both of us in opposing directions, yet we still manage to find time for each other whenever we have a moment to spare. If it weren’t for our day-to-day responsibilities, I’d demand more of Morgan’s time. However, I know how dedicated she is to her job and her sister, putting my selfish needs on hold until we’re alone.
And I never hold back.
I’m obsessed with her body and find myself worshiping every inch of it. She’s so fucking beautiful that even when I’m not with her, my mind and cock are in sync, desperate to smell her skin and taste it with my tongue.
We have pushed the boundaries, fucking anywhere we can—from the car to the restaurant restrooms. The thrill of almost getting caught only heightens the experience, but neither of us really care. She’s insatiable, and I can’t get enough. My mind is unable to concentrate on anything else besides her.
Something switched—she’s started to open up to me about her life. It comes as a surprise, but one overdue. And one thing I learned about her is that she lives her life on the edge, and so many of her stories replicate myself back home.
Charlie, which comes as no surprise, is overly happy with my newfound obsession. Although, she’s never one to want to lose a bet, she accepts defeat for the greater good. According to her, I have a bounce in my step. Lex is quick to point out that I’ve been getting more action than he’s seen in years. A joke Charlie so passionately weighs in on.
“If my vagina’s closed for business like you claim it is, then perhaps you wouldn’t have two daughters screaming this house down,” she responds sarcastically, then rubs her stomach. “And the bun in the oven which, might I add, is breach and very uncomfortable.”
“Perhaps you need to stop talking about your vagina,” I tell Charlie, almost gagging on my toast.
As much as I love Charlie, Lex, and the girls, it’s definitely time to find my own place.
I have another meeting with a realtor on Monday, hoping to find an affordable place close to work. The LA traffic is still a thorn in my side, the annoying commute doing nothing to calm my growing road rage.
Life almost seems too good to be true. Morgan is happy, and together, we are enjoying our time when we are able. Work gets busier, but I thrive on pressure. The long hours don’t faze me, passing the time while LA soon becomes a part of me.
As the weekend begins to roll in, Charlie decides to have an impromptu barbecue lunch.
“Lex doesn’t get much time off, so when he’s here for the entire weekend, he likes to fire up the grill,” she informs us. “Oh, and Kate will be staying here because she and Lex have a business meeting in Napa on Monday.”
My movements slow down as the coffee machine continues to spout the much-needed beverage my body has been craving.
I nod my head in silence. The guilt of ignoring Kate the past two weeks consumes me. The nagging voice inside my head reminds me that we’re just friends. Kate has a demanding job, more so than me, and with that it means she has no time to stay in contact.
And being the mature man that I am, I choose not to contact her for the integrity of our friendship. She doesn’t need details of how often, or where, I have been fucking Morgan.
“Is everything okay between you two?” Charlie questions, beside me.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
Charlie rubs her stomach, something she often does when I assume the baby is kicking her.
“I sensed Kate’s resistance when I mentioned her staying her. I mean, it took some persuading,” she admits, still gazing at me. “Eric has some couch surfers staying with him, and before you say anything, I’m still unsure of exactly what that entails.”
I don’t want to discuss Kate with Charlie, nor mention Morgan. Frankly, I don’t understand women, but I know this—Kate being here this weekend will be a problem for Morgan. I can’t exactly tell Charlie to uninvite Kate, so the next best thing would be not to attend. Find some excuse.
“If you can help out Lex on the grill, that would be great,” Charlie adds.
There goes that idea.
Saturday morning rolls around fairly quickly. The last few days have been a blur with back-to-back meetings and a quick trip to San Francisco. I shower and pull my chino shorts, black tee, and sneakers on. White seems like a bad idea with all the meat splatter off the grill.
I leave my room, heading toward the kitchen when I hear Kate’s voice.