After Eric left, I decided to stay home. All of the drama had finally gotten to me and I just wanted a break from everyone. My conscious brain knows that what I said to Eric was the truth, my stomach just didn't understand it. I hadn't eaten anything since my crappy little peanut butter and jelly sandwich at lunch, and even though I was hungry, I knew that if I ate, I'd regret it later. Stress and anxiety always did fuck with my stomach. I shot a quick text to Jared, explaining that I wasn't feeling well and would be going straight to bed.
I tossed and turned the whole night, but when my alarm went off at five the next morning, I saw that Jared had already messaged me. Adjusting my eyes to the illuminated screen, I read his message with a smile on my face.
'Good Morning beautiful, I hope you're feeling better. Look, I understand if you are still upset with me about the other night. Maybe I overreacted a little. Let's try to put it behind us and move forward. I have a meeting today, but I'll be done with that by five. Will you have dinner with me tonight? Please?'
Biting my bottom lip, I sat up, determined to have a better day than yesterday. I would try my best to forget all about Katherine and Eric and the rest of my "so called" friends. At least work would keep my mind busy and Jared wasn't interested in holding a grudge. I couldn't help but grin while I text him back.
'I'm feeling much better, and of course, I'd love to see you tonight.
Have a nice meeting, it's got to be better than being stuck in an office with my boss. BTW, I get to leave an hour and a half early today since he kept me later yesterday, so if you want to get together sooner, I won't complain.'
I put the phone down on the bed and shuffled out to the kitchen to start the coffee so it would be ready for me after my shower. Peeling my pajamas off, I marched toward the bathroom, sighing. Ugh, I hated Tuesday. God knows I couldn't wait for the weekend. I stood under the shower head, enjoying the way the hot water seemed to wake me up.
Ten minutes later, I got out and dried off, hurrying into my work outfit. Mornings were never my thing and I struggled every day to get out the door on time. I did my best to multi task. I slipped my feet into my black heels and raced to the kitchen to grab my coffee, sipping it as I dried my hair.
The last thing to do was my makeup and I finished my coffee while doing that. Eventually, I made it out the door, arriving at the office with two minutes to spare.
My day was so chaotic and when I finally stopped to have a late lunch at two, I heard my phone buzz next to me. Picking it up, I saw Jared's name and couldn't help the smile that continued to grow when I read his message.
'Meeting ended earlier than I thought. Home all alone... so what are you wearing?'
Glancing around the office, I snickered. My fingers moved like lightening over the keyboard to answer him.
'Well, uncomfortable clothes, obviously, considering I'm at work. Is that all you ever think about?'
I put the phone down and kept myself busy as I answered an important call. Almost a half hour later his next text lit up my screen and it took all I had to maintain my composure while speaking to a client.
'I will have you know that I think of lots of things in the span of one day. Music, friends, work, money, food, and most of all sex. Besides, I'm home all alone and would be more than happy to get rid of the uncomfortable work clothes for you. Did I fail to mention that I'm in a very aggressive mood? Hurry up.'
He knew my weakness well and of all times for him to use it against me, it had to be now. I finished up the phone call and then weighed my options. I could just leave at three thirty, or I could work until five today and get off early on Friday. Hell, I knew that I was leaving early today long before I had even started debating it, and was thankful that I had the kind of job that allowed it. The rule was that no overtime was allowed, so it wasn't entirely my choice.
Goddamn, he knew how to make all thoughts leave my head. The hour went by incredibly slow. When it was time, I turned off the light in my office and closed my door, passing up Beverly and telling her that I was heading out for the day. She frowned as she stared at the monitor in front of her. I didn't feel bad at all, considering that's how I looked yesterday when she walked out and I had to stay late for a stupid meeting.
I drove straight to Jared's and parked behind his truck. Luckily the gate was open and I slipped right in through the front door. Taking my heels off, I tried to sneak up on him, but he called out. "Took you long enough." How? How did he always manage to hear me?! I found him on the couch, shirtless and jeans unfastened. His hand dipped just below the waistband and it was obvious what he was holding.
"Yum!" I joked, tossing my keys and bag down on a chair. "Having fun?"
"What are you waiting for, an invitation?" He watched my every move as I pulled my blouse open before kneeling between his open legs. My God, he smelled amazing, kind of like the ocean. Leaning forward, he kissed my lips once before relaxing against the cushion. Licking over my bottom lip, I stared into his blue eyes. "Take your time, I had a shitty day." Lifting his body up, he helped me tug the jeans all the way down his hips.
His head dropped back against the couch the second my fingers wrapped around his thick girth. Tantalizing his warm skin with my fingernails, I kissed the tip hungrily, relishing the way it would rise and thicken in response. Long, slim fingers tangled in my hair as he barked out orders and I grinned with excitement. "No, your hands belong behind your back, you know this." Fuck, I missed him like this and part of me wondered if he did too.
Staring at his chin, I focused my eyes on the delicious scruff that trailed down his perfect neck. It lined his Adam's apple that continued to bob as my tongue swirled around the crown of his thick cock. I couldn't decide where I wanted to look, down to the enormous, veiny penis, waiting to be sucked, or to his penetrative stare. "The fuck are you doing?" His thundering voice broke my concentration.
"Sorry." I focused on the task at hand while, watching little breaths escape that glorious throat with each stroke of my tongue. I was lost in the sensation, pleasuring him and noting how ridiculously wet I was becoming. My tongue moved down to his heavy sac, gently caressing him. I groaned aloud, watching his hand take over stroking up and down his cock. Jesus, I could watch that and never grow tired of it. He looked so serious, eyes sternly staring into mine. Forever impatient, Jared tugged my hair and guided himself right back into my mouth. It wasn't long before I felt his stomach begin to tighten. Unfortunately, before the seep of salty fluid could be felt on my tongue, he tugged my hair even harder. "Stop and get up Cassie." I did as he requested and gasped at the sharp slap to my bottom. He then spoke again. "Bedroom, now."
