Walking back into the bedroom, Andrea is still lying on the bed. I put my pants back on and lie next to her. She scoots over and puts her head on my chest. I don’t want to be a dick, but this is where things get weird for me. I know she wants more, she’s told me – she’s asked me. I’m not ignorant; it’s the reason that she keeps sleeping with me. She hopes that things will progress…but with Andrea, they can’t.
I’m using her just as much as she is using me. To me, she is a dose of Arion. She gives me a little bit of what I lost, and I’d know if I was ready – which I’m not – I wouldn’t move on with her. I couldn’t start a relationship out on the circumstances that we have. I would always look at her like she is Arion and that’s not fair to either one of us. Sick as it might be though, there’s a part of me that just wants to take whatever I can get to relive the best days of my life.
I pretend my phone vibrates and sit up to check it, then I turn to her. “I gotta run, I’m sorry, babe.”
She kneels behind me wrapping her arms around my neck. “It’s okay, thank you for coming. I’ll miss you.”
I kiss her cheek and get up. On my way out, I wish to God that she really was Arion.
“Have you started looking at houses?” my mom asks me.
“Not in person, but I’m actually going today.”
“That’s great, dear, I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, noticing how good she is looking. “I heard you took a few steps in physical therapy the other day.”
Her face beams from my words. “I did! I couldn’t believe I was able to, considering how I’ve been stuck in this wheelchair, but I put my mind to it.”
“You can do anything you put your mind to, Ma.”
“I’m not giving up. So tell me what kind of house you want?”
“I’m not picky, you know that. Anything that is close to here will do.”
She laughs, only the way my mom can, and looks at me with that look. “You better think about it, Nate. Buying a home is a huge purchase and I don’t want you to do it for me. I won’t always be in here”
I love her optimism. It reminds me to stay positive. “I agree, and I know you won’t. Nash and I are looking to open a second gym and we’ve talked about this side of town, so this is where I wanna live, and for now…I’ll be closer to you.”
There is a knock on the door and a nurse pops her head inside. “I’m sorry to interrupt you two, but it’s time for your physical therapy, Mrs. Wilcox.”
“That’s okay. Mandy, come in. Have you met my son yet?”
The young girl shakes her head at me and I can see where this is going. My mom is trying to introduce us for reasons of her own. “Nate, this is Mandy, she’s one of the nurses here.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say and stand to briefly shake her hand.
Instantly she becomes shy, turning to the side and pushing her hair behind her ear. As much as I love my mom, I don’t want to get caught up in her shenanigans, or make poor Mandy feel any more awkward than she already does, so I kiss my mom on the cheek and bail.
Plus, I have to meet Elania at her office to go look at houses. Since seeing her hot ass picture I can’t stop thinking about how she’s going to be in person. She gave me clear directions to her office, and was precise in saying not to be late. I guess we have a schedule to follow. I don’t really care about all of the details, as long as we find me a place that’s close to my mom.
Plus, my dad’s job typically has him travelling to meet with clients. Lately he has been postponing that, but that can’t go on forever. Checking the directions in my phone again, I make the last few turns before pulling into the parking lot of her office. Checking the clock, I am early, but decide to head in, considering how strict she was with giving me orders to not be late. It’s hot as a bitch outside, and I, of course, decided to wear jeans. It’s not that I’m embarrassed of my leg, I just don’t want to explain it to her the first day I meet her.
“Hi, welcome to New Age Real Estate, who are you meeting today?” the perky receptionist asks me.
“Elania Harmon,” I respond looking around the contemporary office.
She glances down at something on her desk then asks me, “Are you Nate?”
“I am.”
“Have a seat, I’ll let her know that you are here.”
I give her a slight nod and turn to see four white leather chairs. I take a seat on one of them and suddenly feel nervous. I’m not sure why, so I pull my phone out and aimlessly keep busy with that. Then I catch sight of a blonde walking by, but it’s not her. My eyes keep wandering, so curious to see Elania. Then I see a pair of shiny black heels talking to the receptionist. My eyes scan her body, long legs, tight ass, and quite a substantial rack.
Her hair is straight and just completes the entire package. Too bad she’s not Elania…I can tell ’cause her hair is different. Fuck, she’s smoking. I’d love to fuck her. As I watch her, I imagine peeling that dress off of her tight skin. I would move my hands over every inch of her.