First Comes Love - Page 438
And you’re going to fucking groan, but there are two things in this world that drive me absolutely mental about a bird.
The first is if she’s got class.
The second is her ass.
Class and fucking ass. And Daphne has both in spades.
I admire her as she walks around, cooing and making comments to herself as she studies my apartment. Like a bird, before it nests.
Her legs are fucking toned. Her tits are fucking ripe. Her face is beautiful. I want to turn her around, bend her over and fuck her till we both pass the fuck out. That’s the only thing I want in this life. That’s all I know I will ever want in my life.
I’ve been ruined for all other women. And I haven’t even kissed her yet.
“You need to get out of those wet clothes,” she says as she walks up to me. “You’ll catch cold.”
“Right, love,” I tell her. “You want to join me as I get out of them?”
Her eyes fucking twinkle. Four days ago, she would have rolled those eyes and maybe even slapped me. But not now. Instead she just smiles and says, “I have nothing to change into.”
“That’ll change soon enough,” I tell her. “Sam’s bringing your shit over as we speak.”
“Just because you’re so wealthy doesn’t mean you can call all my stuff shit, Derrick,” she says. I look over at her startled and see her teasing smile.
Then she nods, thoughtfully. “I wonder who would want to break into just my room. I mean, I didn’t really even have anything valuable in there.”
I don’t know either but I’ve asked Sam and Pressly to do a very thorough check of the place after Daphne’s stuff gets brought over.
“I’m so afraid to go back,” she says, and her eyes cloud up with uncertainty and fear again.
Fuck, why does she remind me so fucking much of Alicia? I don’t even know where Alicia is at after she graduated from Yale. But I remember enough about her that my cock stiffens again just thinking about her when she was 18 – before she left St. Livy.
She probably left hating my fucking guts. Because Prince Sin – the bad boy Prince of the fucking world – was too much of a chicken shit coward to admit his real feelings for her. Because I’d been too fucking scarred by the ill treatment of my mother by my father. Because I was too numb from her eventual death. Because I was too worried about how I had treated Alicia as a kid. Where I had not just treated someone despicably, but wasted an opportunity to tell a woman that I loved her.
Yes, alright. I fucking admit it. When Alicia left, I knew that I loved her. That’s why during her going away party, I conveniently went to Cannes. I didn’t want her to see me and I knew I couldn’t keep that shit to myself.
“You’re a million miles away,” Daphne says and I shoot back to reality. Her eyes are wide and she?
?s looking at me.
I take a step closer and can feel her breath.
Fuck me. I can’t be falling in love with Daphne. Not after just meeting her.
Not when I’m hoping to find Alicia one day.
My face inches closer to her and I can see her eyelids droop as I get closer.
I don’t care if she’s a fucking stripper. All I want is to fucking be with her.
My arm drapes around her and descends to her lower back.
I feel so at peace when I’m with her. She banishes my fucking demons.
Our lips are centimeters apart.
I’m going to kiss her. She reminds me so much of…
“Alicia.”
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