One in the Same

Ch. 10: Sylvia

"Well well well, look what the cat drug in...Seventy six hours later." Jake snipped.

I just walked into the house -- five feet in the door, actually -- dropping my keys in the fish bowl. No hello, hey how are you? Nothing. Just straight to the point. The door didn't even have time to close before the words were fumbling out of his mouth.

"Hello to you too, cupcake." I teased, earning a glare from the top to the couch cushion.

After a heated make out with Arkyn in his car, and some heavy petting of each other's genitals; my thighs were slick, to say the least. I eventually sent Arkyn on his way to work with a hard dick and more than likely blue balls. Right before I turned the key to enter my home, I received a text from him advising me of this, followed by a GIF of a pouting penguin. After this morning's fiasco and a shower with breakfast, I had agreed to come back in a couple of days. Arkyn's pants and moans still played freshly in my head, even as I took off my coat and hung my purse.

I was falling for this man, and the bottom was nowhere in sight. I was falling with style, and grace.

"How sweet of you to not welcome me in my own home after being gone." I deadpanned, kicking off my ankle boots, padding my way to the kitchen. "I'm quite well, thank you."

"Oh, I'm sure you are, bitch." Jake's brows rose as he hopped off the couch.

Jake then blocked me before I could enter. Decaf coffee was fresh on his breath. IT was three in the afternoon, and Arkyn had to be to work at 4 to be prepared for the dinner rush at five. Then after he had a date with the gym and his therapist. It surprised me that Arkyn was in therapy. But I swooned over him still the same. And cheered for him even louder than everyone else.

"Mmmmhm." Jake replied, his lips thinning before spreading to a smirk. "Tell me how it went."

I shoved past him to the fridge to get myself a drink, followed by a glass for the cabinet. Well, two at that. Eyeing him over my shoulder, I grinned.

"Are you gonna stand there and look pretty, or are you going to roll us a joint while we gossip?"

Jake then squealed and disappeared upstairs, only to return a few seconds later to behold his secret stash box. Sitting himself on the stool in the kitchen, Jake flicked open the box and began work rolling as I cackled at his hurried movements.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't going to see Arkyn again for a few days. It wasn't a big deal, and I had an immense amount of work to get done to begin with. Arkyn own his own restaurant. Win win.

"Spill." Jake demanded, licking the joint paper.

My face flushed, "What info-"

"Bitch, everything... It's me we are talking about. EVERYTHING."

Exhaling a breath I didn't even realise I was hiding, my ass was plopped into the one of the bartools across from Jake. His eyes were wide as saucers as he reached for the lighter, inhaling smoke.

'You're newly off the market so of course I have to live the first few moments of this relationship through you.

Holding my cheeks with my hands and my elbow on the counter, I bit my mip. "I really don't know where to-"

"When he picks you up, then go from there." Jake countered. "And don't you even dare leave a sliver of a piece of detail out."

My face flushed a deeper shade of red. I only know, because I heard Jake squeak as I pinched my eyelids shut even tighter. Then, my mouth was open and everything came out. Just like Jake asked. Although, not every single detail was given. Not like Jake needs to know how many fingers could and would fill my pussy. Or the look in Arkyns eye when he saw what it did to me.