Fake Marriage Box Set

She answered the first ring. “Hello?” she said, in a perfectly innocent tone.

“You need to be at my house, now,” I said, leaving no room for argument.

She was giggling. I was rock hard, and she was laughing. Women had no idea how powerful they were. Or maybe they did. She had to know.

“Now, Tessa,” I demanded.

She stopped laughing. “I need to change, and I’ll be right over.”

“You better be wearing those,” I said, before ending the call.

I was in my own neighborhood, so it didn’t take me long to get back home. I quickly did some cool down stretches before jumping in the shower. It took less than ten minutes to clean up. I didn’t want to risk not hearing her at the door.

Pacing the living room, I waited for her to get her ass to my house. She was taking her sweet time it seemed. I picked up my phone, ready to call her and find out what was taking so long, when I heard a car outside. I pulled open the blinds and saw her coming up the walk wearing a pink dress. My passion was ignited. I yanked open the front door and pulled her in, not giving her the chance to knock or talk. I had waited too long. Niceties would have to come later. I had to have her right then and there.

***

“Are you hungry?” I asked her, sitting up and looking for my clothes.

She rolled over and stretched, revealing the full length of her beautiful, naked body. I had to admire it for a second before I looked away.

“I am. Are you going to make me breakfast?” she asked, sitting on the floor next to me.

I felt a little guilty that I had taken her right there in the entryway of my house, but I couldn’t stop myself. I stood, pulling on my briefs and picking up my jeans and the t-shirt that had been tossed on the couch. I left the shirt hanging there.

When I turned back to hand her the dress I had tossed away in my haste, she was holding up the panties. “These aren’t exactly functional, but, they’ll have to do I suppose.”

I laughed. “Functional, no; fucking hot, hell yeah.”

She giggled while shimmying them on. I had to laugh at her struggle to put the things on. It wasn’t easy with so many holes in the tiny scrap of material. I handed her the dress, and she quickly pulled it on, putting her bra in her purse.

“It’s Sunday,” she answered when she caught me watching.

I nodded. “Believe me, I don’t mind.”

I headed into the kitchen, pulled open the refrigerator to survey the contents, and was a little embarrassed by the slim pickings. Eggs and toast it was.

I could hear her in the living room, walking around. It felt strange to have someone in my house, inspecting my things. I had removed Miriam’s touch, which left the place a little sparsely de

corated.

“I see you are one of those minimalists,” she said, walking into the kitchen.

I chuckled. “Well, I don’t know about that. I, uh, well, I recently cleaned up around here. Like boxing up stuff.”

She looked at me, a strange expression on her face. “Like you were a hoarder?”

“No. All of Miriam and Ally’s things. I finally boxed them up last week. I haven’t had the time or the desire to decorate the place. I don’t even really know what I like. I went from being a bachelor to married, and then a widower, all in a short period of time,” I explained.

“I get it. You don’t have to explain. Leave it as it is if you’re fine with it. You don’t need a bunch of crap on the walls and shelves. You can’t take it with you when you die and your crap will just end up in a box in some garage,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

It was a bleak thought, but she was right. Our treasures on this earth were temporary. I could spend my money doing things I liked rather than buying trinkets that brought me no real happiness. I felt enlightened.

“You’re pretty smart,” I told her, leaning in to give her a kiss.

She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know about that, but it is something I heard my first year in school from a psych major. It didn’t make a lot of sense back then, but after Talia died, I got it completely.”

“Are you a minimalist then?” I asked.