The Free-Spirit and The Stuffed Shirt (Opposites Attract) by B Vonne

Author:B, Vonne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Two weeks later

Janie

Your conscience helps you tell right from wrong. On the other hand, a wet throbbing vagina doesn’t give a damn about anything…it only wants to be filled. Therefore, if a hard cock demands entrance, your conscience will always be overruled by said vagina. That’s how you end up having sex with a man that drives you crazy. Even if it’s absolutely the worst decision you could possibly make.

It’s been a couple weeks, and the memory of that night is still haunting me. Of course, it doesn’t help that every day I have to sit where it all began. Plus, the things that man did to me would be hard to forget. He was as detailed with my body as he is in day-to-day life. Every inch was worshipped by either his tongue or hands. I’m not sure how many times I came, but I know each was harder than the last.

Not to be outdone, I made sure to return the favor. I always figured Connor was hiding a nice frame underneath those stuffy suits and preppy clothes he likes to wear.

And I wasn’t wrong. I mean, he’s not bodybuilder material, but I can tell that he’s no stranger to a pull-up bar. Besides, it took me long enough to trace his four-pack with my tongue; imagine how tired it would get if he was sporting a six or even an eight.

You are not a teenage girl, Janie. You’re a grown woman. And grown women don’t spend the day fantasizing about some man, I remind myself.

Especially since I’m at work. I have way better things to focus on. Like figuring out what to do once Connor returns from his trip, seeing as he might be a little upset with me. The morning after wasn’t exactly my finest moment. I woke up full of emotions some might label as fear, but I choose to call it regret.

So, I nudged Connor until he mumbled, “stop that,” then I promptly kicked him out. No lame excuses or made-up stories. I just threw some clothes at him and demanded that he leave. It all happened so fast that he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Like I said—not my finest moment.

The calls and “what the hell” texts started about an hour after he left and continued. And like a true adult, I ignored each and every one of them.

Well, I didn’t completely ignore him. Because, while I might not have replied, I certainly read each message he sent. Which I’m sure he could see and makes me the worst person.

At first, I was worried that Connor would just show up at my door one night. But then he texted that he was going out of town for two weeks. So, I had time to get my shit together before seeing him again. By the third day, he started phoning the shop. Thank fuck for Caller ID.

I think everyone here answered a call from Connor that day. After three days, he got the hint, and I haven’t heard from him since.

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