Gone Girl 3

Chapter 22

Friday night

"Do I look good?" Derek asks as he fixes his tie. We dressed very formal today, but I think he really went overboard.

And he looks so good. I wish I could fuck him right now, in this car.

I kiss him instead, pulling him as close as humanely possible. "You are perfect."

His hand travels to my lower back, then slowly to my ass and then thighs.

I laugh as his hand is already between my thighs. "Good god, stop! We need to meet my mom."

"How the fuck are you already wet?" he asks as he touches my panties and I close my legs, annoyed he has this effect on me.

"I'm always wet for you."

His eyes darkened and I pull his tie toward me and kiss him again.

Derek exchanges the kiss with so much passion it takes everything within me to pull back and remember we have dinner with my mom and we are parked near my house.

He barely breaks the kiss as he murmurs, "you're killing me."

"Oh, no, not yet. You haven't even experienced all of my charm," I whisper as I brush my lips against his stubble. He sighs deeply.

"You will pay for this, you know?"

I nod, holding his gaze.

"Come on, we have to meet my evil mom," I say jokingly.

I don't leave the car until he opens the door for me, since he told me many times he wants to do that for me and I always hurried before he had the chance to.

When I step outside, I walk ahead of him and he playfully slaps my ass.

"Ouch, Derek! Stop. My neighbors could see us."

He laughs as he intertwines his fingers with mine.

We stop holding hands once we are close to my house. I don't want my mom to get scandalized even worse—although if she knew what we had in plans for tonight....

I fix Derek's tie since I messed it up and I also pull down my dress a little.

"You are beautiful," he says as I fix my hair in the phone camera. I giggle.

My mom opens the door before I knock, I suppose she stalked us from the window.

The first thing she looks at is Derek's suit.

As expected, my mom went overboard too, she picked her best dress while I picked a random flowery dress and short heels.

"Good evening, Mrs. Reeves," Derek says as he shakes hands with my mom. Which is incredibly awkward because she clearly does not want him here.

"Make yourself at home," she says as we enter and he takes off his blazer and I take off my jacket.

My mom accompanies us to the dining room and the table is set but the food isn't ready yet.