For Sale: A Dark Forbidden Romance by L. Waltree

Author:L. Waltree [Waltree, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Isaiah

The sunlight streaming through the window pierces through my eyes and rouses me from my sleep. I slowly blink my eyes open and am instantly met with a pounding fucking headache. Definitely brought on by my need for a drink right now. I cautiously sit up and take in my surroundings.

This isn’t my fucking room. I’m on the floor.

Fuck.

I look to my left and see Juliette’s sleeping figure in the bed above me. She’s facing away from me with her dark hair fanned out behind her, trailing just over the edge of the bed. I take a finger and trail it through the soft ends that hang off the bed because I’m a pathetic addict.

As I continue to stare at her, the events of yesterday slowly come back to me.

Her crying into me. Her being fucking naked right behind me. The sweet as fuck whimper I swear I heard come out of her when my back was turned. My shirt on her. Her desperate pleas for me to stay with her. All culminating in my little obsession growing completely out of control like an invasive parasitic weed.

It’s embarrassing how quickly my dick stood at attention just knowing she was naked behind me. I didn’t even need to see it. Then I realized that only a piece of shit scumbag would be so turned on when this woman had clearly been through an ordeal. For some reason, she had put her trust in me. And I repaid her by acting like some horny teenager who couldn’t keep his boner away.

I tried my best to put the brakes on that. Thought of puppies and grandmas until I went back to baseline. Then I heard that little whimper escape her and I had to start all over again.

Puppies. Grandmas.

I stand as quietly as I can and creep my way towards her door, opening and silently shutting it behind me. The house stands eerily quiet. I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. Six in the morning. Fuck. How long was I out? What time did I even pass out? I don’t know how long everything took yesterday or what time we ended up passing out. Last time I checked the time was when I was sitting in my car at one in the afternoon, working up the courage to come into the house. My trusty fifth of booze there to help spur me on.

Speaking of…

My head releases a particularly shitty stabbing pain right through my fucking brain, leaving a dull throbbing behind.

I need to find a drink. Dad definitely has something I can pilfer a buzz from.

Before doing that, I find a spare toothbrush in the bathroom and get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth, then go upstairs and open the door into his office. It looks exactly like the rest of the house. Modern and cold. He has a sleek glass desk pressed against the far wall surrounded by many glossy white shelves that house his various accolades.

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