chapter 5 || Shawn

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After I leave her room,I head to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water since all the alcohol made my throat dry. I bring it into my room and put it on my night stand. I change my clothes in something more comfortable and then I slide in my beddings and fall asleep.

As I wake up to the bright light of the sun in my room,I decide to make some breakfast and knock at Penelope's door. She doesn't answer but I get in anyway. I leave the tray with some waffles on her desk. Today's is her first day at work and I know she wanted to go there so bad. I sit on her side of the bed "You need to wake up,it's your first day at the stable" and I slowly move her arm to wake her up. She starts to open her eyes and an "mh uhm" comes from her still closed mouth.

I decide to take her arm and drag her out of the bed "Are you crazy!" she yells "Maybe,but at least I woke you up. Here,have some breakfast." I hand her the tray and she thanks me while she devours everything. Perhaps I'm a good cook. "You need to go cause I need to change" she warns me "Why can't I just stay and enjoy the view?"

She turns with a really serious face and I sadly exit the room. Damn her body is just something unreal. I then make some breakfast for myself and,while I load the dishwasher,she arrives in the kitchen. She's wearing a thigh t-shirt that she put in her pants,those very thigh too,with a belt on her waist and her hair tidied up in a ponytail. "I have to go" she tells me "Bye!" I reply when she shuts the door.

I remain alone in my own flat but I eventually decide to go out. I put on my shoes and my leather jacket,and leave as I hop in my beloved Cayenne. I opt for this new diner that opened a few days ago since I wanted to try it. I take place in a corner and look at the menu,and then I figure out what I want.

The waitress comes to me "What would you like to order?" she asks in a lovely way. I look at her: she's blonde,not very tall,with blue eyes. Basically a barbie. But you know what? I didn't get laid in a while so I try to flirt a bit. "Are you available? Because I can't see you on the menu. Otherwise I would love a burger with regular fries" I smirk at her. She giggles:that's a good sign.

"You should wait for my turn to end if you really desire me" she replies. I'm kinda surprised by her confidence,but that's better for me. "No problem. In the meantime I'll eat what I just ordered". After almost 15 minutes she serves me my lunch and I rapidly eat it.

I wait for 30 minutes or so and then she arrives; she's not in her uniform anymore. She's wearing a pair of ripped jeans with a red jumper in them,and her hair is up in a bun which shows better her features. "What if I showed you my place?" I offer and she immediately agrees with me.

As we arrive I actually don't even wanna know her name or anything else: I start to kiss her,pressing her body on the wall. Then I move to the neck where I leave a few signs,whilst my hands roam her body.A few minutes later,she wraps her legs around my hips as I bring her to my bedroom. I quickly deprive her of her clothes,and she does the same with me.

While I'm almost going inside her,I hear the sound of a door closing,but I may have just imagined it. So I go on with what I was doing. We enjoy our half an hour of sex,a very loud sex,but then she gets dressed again. I think she didn't care about me or my name either,and that was perfectly fine with me. I don't need love in my life.

She gets dressed and,when she's done,I walk her to the door. As we exit the hallway,me wearing just a pair of boxers,I see Penelope sitting on the stool in the kitchen.I knew I heard something. The girl timidly greets her as she leaves the condo.

I shut the door and I look over P. "You had fun,eh? I was just trying to write my English lit essay after a long day of work and riding,but don't worry: the moans didn't bother me at all" she ironically says "I guess you're lucky" I reply. I don't need to explain anything. I just wanted to get fucked and she has to mind her own business.

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