Personal Model- Simon Minter

Chapter 22- Messy Feelings Part 2

Emma's P.O.V

I just wanted to get back to the hotel to get away from this. I threw my head into my hands when Simon got into the car.

"You're not the only one who felt like that you know"

The silence had been broken by his deep voice.

He started the car and drove out onto the main road. I didn't bother answering him.

"Every time I saw you with him I couldn't stand it so I shut myself out and edited videos 24 fucking 7 then I remember that this is all because of me"

He took a deep breath before continuing,

"If I hadn't have stopped what was going on between us none of this would have happened and maybe it could've been different but I just don't want you to hate me...it's all my fault"

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel clearly showing his anger.

My head was spinning. I shouldn't depend on someone,especially a man.

Simon's P.O.V

I meant what I said.

"Stay" her voice croaked breaking the tension in the car.

"What?"

"Stay in my room tonight"

Was she for real?

"I can't..."

If I did then it wouldn't be the same.

"Please it's my last night and I know you want to...just tonight that's all I'm asking" she pleaded.

Her brown eyes said everything. She wasn't joking.

Emma's P.O.V

There's just something inside me that craves him. It's been ages since we'd been in each other's company and I needed it badly. No matter how hard I'd try to forget him I'd find myself watching his videos. Hearing his laugh made me remember when he'd tell his stupid jokes that weren't even funny and then all of a sudden he'd crack out laughing with tears rolling down his face. He'd make a fool of himself just to see me beam with happiness. I missed that.

7:15pm

We were finally parked at the back of the hotel out of sight from fans and all the cameras. No one could know.

As we headed inside the hotel I felt Simon's hand brush against mine. He looked at me slyly asking for approval. In return I entwined my fingers with his.

2 minutes later and we were in my hotel room.

"Last time I was here I had to put you to bed" he chuckled.

"Yeah well tonight's a little different" I put my jacket on the kitchen counter.

I poured me and Simon some wine so we could relax a bit more.

"Alcohol already?" He asked as he propped himself up at the top of bed.

"Why do you sound surprised? Can a woman not enjoy a drink every now and again?" I smirked handing him his glass.

I sat cross legged next to him on the bed.

"You're really fucking pretty do you know that?" He sat up slowly.

His eyes never left mine.

"A woman like me does not need to be reminded she is fucking pretty as she already knows she's fucking pretty and pretty fucking wise"

I began to take a sip of my drink but Simon swiped it off of me and set it down on the table beside him.

I definitely knew what he was doing, I could tell with the look on his face.

"Come here" he beckoned me over.

I couldn't turn it down now.

Simon put his hands on my waist to help guide me onto his lap. My hands wrapped around his neck as he made a trail of kisses from my shoulder all the way up to my neck.

He tugged at the hem of my shirt signalling me to take it off. I threw my shirt somewhere on the floor.

He went in for a kiss. His lips touched mine ever so slightly,teasing me in doing so.

I lifted his shirt breaking the kiss. He seemed so frustrated by that.

"Off now" he pulled at my shorts.

I quickly removed my shorts and threw them straight onto the floor.

Simon had taken his jeans off as well. The only thing stopping us was his boxers and my pants. Before I could even take them off he pulled them straight down along with his.

He laid down and held onto my waist securely. I've waited too long for this.

Slowly he entered inside me. I gasped in shock. I'd forgotten what it felt like. Soon enough the pace had quickened and all that could be heard was mine and Simon's moans. Right now I couldn't care if anyone heard us.

Simon's hands gripped more firmly on my waist which signalled he was close. I could not let it end yet. Even though I was enjoying it I had to teach him a lesson for ending it with me.

I got off of Simon and propped myself up next to him on the bed. He looked at me as though he'd done something wrong.

"Wh-what you doing?" He panted.

"I can't forget that you left me on my own,who did I have to satisfy me like you did?"

"I don't know" he propped himself up too.

"Exactly" I smirked.

"I told you I'm sorry for it now let me make it up to you" He pulled me onto his lap once again.

He was sat up straight making skin on skin contact.

"I'm finishing what w-we started" he said breathlessly into my neck.

This time it seemed more passionate and not just 'sex'.

His fingers made their way down to help stimulate my orgasm. In less than a few seconds the walls inside me contracted.

Only he could make me feel special in this way. As I road out my orgasm he kissed along my chest biting every so often.

"Does that make up for leaving you?" He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Oh it sure fucking does" I kissed along his jaw.

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•Excuse this if it's bad as this is probably the most detailed thing I have ever wrote in my entire life

Talk about being sexual 😂•