Misguided Heart

Forty-Two

Sloan

I knew going to her house was going to be a mistake. For some reason, wherever she was involved, my will power wasn't. After her little stunt she pulled in my office, I felt challenged. I needed her to know that I would always have control. God, I was a f*cking a*shole. I could still taste her on my lips, making my appetite for her that much more intense. I knew tonight was going to be brutal for her, and possibly send her into the one man’s arms that I couldn't stand, but it had to be done.

F*ck!

I was at my house and ready within thirty minutes. Of course, my regimen for getting ready for something like this was rather simple. Take a shower, don't shave (just to piss of the parentals), eat a microwaveable burrito and then run some gel through my hair.

Because I was ready to go in no time at all, I decided against my better judgment to pour myself a tall drink. I was going to need it to get through this night anyway. After my first glass of Jameson, I decided to pour another and another and another. When I was five glasses deep and could barely see straight, I knew it was time to call for a car.

At least I wasn't dumb enough to drive!

The town car showed up about fifteen minutes later, so I decided to just head over to Aston's place. I knew she wouldn't be ready yet, but if I was lucky, maybe I would get one more sack session out of her. I could barely stand, let alone walk, when we arrived at her house. I wanted to do the gentlemanly thing and go to her door, but there was absolutely no way I would make it there. So, I texted her instead.

Outside. Ready when you are.

Sloan

Dick!

Ten minutes later, she was walking down her driveway looking impossibly beautiful. Her blonde hair was pulled to one side and hung down in a cascade of waves past her breast. When my eyes finally looked away from her glowing face, I caught sight of the black beaded, half long sleeved, tight mini dress. I could feel myself getting harder with every step she took and once I caught sight of her spiked Louboutin pumps, I was hard as a rock.

Holy hell!!

I pushed open the door and slid across the seat, to make room for her. My eyes were barely open now, but I could see the smile on her face fade, fast.