“They were okay.”
“Okay? That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened to all the ‘OMG-his cock fits into my mouth’ excitement?”
“Really, David?” I shake my head. “I enjoyed it. We pretty much had sex over and over again. Oh, and we watched a few terrible movies in between him cooking for me.”
He stops walking and puts his hands on my shoulders. “You like him, don’t you?”
“Do not. I barely know him. The sex was just amazing, and we understood each other’s sarcasm.”
A little too well.
“Call him and ask if he can come visit you sometime. It’s not like you have anything else to do on the weekends. Plus, you’re practically homeless and unemployed right now.”
“Am I not staying at your place anymore? We’re not going to hang out on the weekends?”
“Not at night.” He scoffs. “You’ll need to stay on your side of the house whenever I have company. As a matter of fact, I amended one of my resolutions just for you.”
“Your number eleven?”
“You’re not that special. I can’t remember what number, but it said, “Help Paris find female friends to discuss cocks with.” If I don’t make any of the other ones, I‘m going to make that one happen.” He leads me to the parking garage.
Today he’s driving his black Mercedes and I can’t help but think about Blake.
“What are the benefits of having a boyfriend?” Blake kisses my lips.
“I’m the worst person to ask right now. Don’t you think?”
“You said things were great in the beginning. How so?”
I smile as he moves on top of me. “Well, you can talk to that person about any and everything, and he won’t judge you. He’s your shoulder to cry on whenever you need it. He remembers all the little things that make you happy on your worst days and vice versa. You’re completely comfortable with him and you know, there’s unlimited physical stuff.”
“Sex?”
“Kisses.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, sex.”
“It sounds intriguing.”
“Intriguing enough for you to try it one day?”
“Maybe.” He runs his hand across my thighs. “If I found the right woman.”
“Make sure you hide all of your true colors when you first meet.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you show her who you truly are, if she knows how blunt you can be and that you don’t have a filter, you might ruin your chances after a first encounter.”
He laughs and grabs a condom from the dresser. “We’ll see.”
“You really do like this guy, huh?” The sound of David’s laughter cuts through my memories, and I realize we’re on the expressway.
“No. The sex was just that good.” I lie. “I’ll be sure to fill you in on all the details later.”
“Please don’t.”
“Whatever. Hey, you didn’t tell me the rest of your resolutions yet. Spill.”
“No, thanks. I’ve repeated them to your mother countless times over the past three days. When you finally decide to call her back, you can ask her all about them.”
I roll my eyes.
“You, however,” he says, “can read me yours so I can pretend like I care.”
Smiling, I pull out my wallet and unfold my list.
I rattle off numbers one through seven—ignoring David’s request to enunciate the word “orgasm” properly, and then I notice that while the next two are the same, the rest of my list has been changed:
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7. Write everyday. I’m supposed to be an aspiring journalist, but this list is the first thing I’ve written in months. MONTHS.
(I called Vanderbilt. One of my old law professors works in admissions. Call them on Tuesday.)
8. Have passionate, hot sex with someone who can give me an ORGASM.
(I think you’ve satisfied this one. More than once.)
9. Start working out. Ha! No. Scratch that. I’ll come back to number nine.
(Start smiling more. You’re too beautiful not to.)
10. And number ten, too.
(Stop worrying about what your mom, your sister, or the rest of your family thinks regarding your decisions. Live your life for you.)
11. And I still need a number eleven.
(Pick Blake up from the Nashville airport in four days. He wants to make sure two of the things on this list are ALWAYS taken care of.)
THE END
Author’s Note + Thank You
Thank you so much for taking a chance on Paris & Blake’s story! This was the very first steamy novella I ever published, and it inspired me to pen the first installment of the Reasonable Doubt trilogy.
Over the years, I’ve learned a lot about this art-form, and I’ve challenged myself to pen more novellas between my novels.
F.L.Y. + Thank you for reading!
Whitney G.
P.S.—I’m leaving the links to my other novella collections below.
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The Empire of Lies trilogy
(An erotic trilogy with twists and turns)
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The Steamy Coffee Reads
(Short & steamy office romance reads)
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Reasonable Doubt trilogy
(A trilogy with a dirty-talking alpha-male)
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The Naughty Bedroom Collection
(A collection with slightly edgier/taboo themes)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Whitney Gracia Williams.
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.
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Cover design by Najla Qamber Designs.
For my readers.
Thank you for bringing me back to where I belong.
Love & F.L.Y.
Whitney G.
A Note From Whitney G.
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Prologue
Tara