Mason Adler is a rich boy, too well developed for his own good. His parents being the well settled, striking pair of a lawyer and a doctor, raise the standards when they move to a new block in the higher circles of the Upper East Side, where the hou...
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Fair Warning: ThisChapter is R-rated. Lol, Ihaven'ttried something like this before and I've finally been able to express some of the erotic moments aromantic novel can have.
If you are sixteen and above, you can read, otherwise, please be aware. This is R-rated. Containing sexual content.
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He eyed her figure, sitting on the bed with popcorn in her lap. The glass bowl was almost empty now. She was in a big grey hoodie, bare legs and hair ruffled. One of the bed side lights was on and illuminating her straight face.
"You're... you're here..." He crawled up to his feet.
"I have been." She pulled up the extra large sleeve and checked her watch, "Three hours now."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He fought, "How'd you get in?"
She pointed at the window.
"That ladder is for your room." He pointed.
"Apparently, it's useful both ways."
"Do you know how long I've been sitting out on the cold, waiting for you?"
"Frostbite?" She asked.
He dead-panned.
She popped another popcorn in her mouth. His face fell and he walked to the bed. Crawling up to where she sat, he sat on his knees in front of her. His head dropped and he gulped hard.
"I'm really... so very sorry, Stormy." He cupped her hand and brought it up, "I... I don't know what the fuck took over me and...."
"I'm not mad at you for slut shaming me or thinking I'm a slut." She snickered and he gasped, looking up, "Heard it so many times, sounds like a joke."
"No. No. No." He gripped her hand and rubbed her arm, the sleeve rolling up easily, "No, no. Never. That's something I've never even thought of. Just the idea of him on you, drove me nuts. It was the fucking testosterone." He was panicking, "And who..."
She put the bowl aside and cupped his cheek with her free hand. He rested his head on top of hers.
"Breathe." She snickered.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered.
"I'm not mad. I just..." She moved back and licked her lips, "I never expected you to judge me, you know? Of all the people..."
"I know. I know. And I'm a fucking dumb head for doing this. Please, will you ever forgive me?"
