I didn’t expect a motel.
The way I paid her, she should have easily been able to afford an apartment. For whatever reason, she must’ve wanted to save money.
I wasn’t here to judge. No, instead, I needed to settle things with the younger woman.
After abandoning my car, I made my way to the door of the room she was renting. Lifting my hand to knock, I hesitated. Knowing she wouldn’t exactly want to see me, I realized that I should have come better prepared.
Blowing out a much-needed sigh, I tapped my knuckles against the door. It was too late to try to make this turn out any better than it could. Taking a step back, I had to avoid sticking my hands in my pockets and making it obvious how out of my element I felt. Normally, I wasn’t the sort to apologize. Especially for something like this.
Receiving silence as an answer, I already grew impatient. Knocking harder this time, I heard something on the other side. Some sort of movement. Finally, the door opened and I forgot about all of my frustrations.
Lana stood there wearing something I would have expected to catch her sleeping in.
One good look at her and heat rushed straight to my cock. A whole week away from her was all it took for me to realize how much I’d enjoyed seeing her for the previous three.
There was no doubt about it. I needed to convince her to come back.