𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 [18+]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗

AARON

I'm waiting in the living room for Madison to get down so I can drop her at work but she isn't coming down. I'm tired as hell right now. I didn't sleep much yesterday. Between the brunette I was buried in and thinking about Madison while I fucked her, my eyes couldn't drift close.

How much of a pervert can I be to be thinking about her while I fuck someone else? I couldn't stop my imagination from replacing the body I was fucking with Madison's perfect curves. And what's even more wrong, replacing the brunette's face, whose name I don't recall, with Madison's. I had to try and stop myself from coming the second I imagined her riding me instead of the woman I was fucking. I'm gross.

I didn't want the brunette to stay, most of my hookups don't stay the night, so I made her leave and went down the kitchen to eat something. I knew Madison had probably ate already, but I wasn't quite sure when I saw two plates full of what seemed the most delicious food in the big dinning table. It was all perfectly arranged, the forks, knives and glasses. I don't know since when Lora has made such a presentation but I dived in.

And let me tell you, that shit was amazing. I ate two plates full of it, but left Madison's for if she wanted to get down and eat. But she didn't get down. I assumed she was in her bedroom and didn't want to intrude, but my conscience got the best of me and I searched for her. She was in her room, laying on her stomach, feet twirling at her behind and her back arched, screaming for someone to fuck her. But it wasn't going to be me.

She was with her phone and I tried to get closer to see what it was, allowing me access to see she was looking at pictures of a man, around her age. There were photos with her at times and I wondered if she had lied to me and she really had a boyfriend. It was not my job to care, to even feel what I was feeling. So I left to my office and answered some emails.

MADISON

The week went by dreadfully slowly, who am I to lie, it went at a snail's pace. I avoided Aaron all week, or at least I tried to. He had been picking up on my weird behavior, and I should have just told him I heard him sleep with a woman. Sleep? That wouldn't even get near to what he was doing to her. He was fucking drilling her to the bed and I just couldn't get the picture out of my mind.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, my usual routine that I learned to hate with Finn not in the house anymore. There behind the kitchen counter stood Aaron in all his 6' 4" glory. He looked fucking magnificent in only some low waisted grey sweatpants, his chiseled chest on full display for my wandering eyes.

I stopped my eye-wandering and walked to the pantry to get some Cookies Ahoy! for breakfast. I didn't work on Fridays which was a relief because it meant I didn't have to walk around the building and watch Aaron in his dark suit looking dominant all over. I also didn't have to ride with him to work, which made me remember I should probably buy a car soon.

"You staying here all day?" Aaron asked out of nowhere. The guy wasn't a great conversation starter that was for sure.

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll give the neighborhood a little tour." I said looking uninterested at my cookies, my back to Aaron.

"Better not. I could give you a tour this weekend if you'd like." I smelled him before I saw him take a seat necpxt to me on the breakfast table.

"Ok." I nodded still looking at my cookies.

"Is everything ok, Madison?" Fuck. Even the way he said my name gave me tingles all over my body, and especially between my legs. I averted my eyes to his face so I didn't look that suspicious but immediately regretted it. The look in his eyes made me want to startle him in his chair and rock my body against his. I was perverted. But his eyes told me a different story, told me he also had those thoughts about me. The anger in his eyes told me he was mad I'd been avoiding him all week, and he had noticed. The fire and hunger in his eyes told me he would like to pin me to the table and fuck me like he did with the brunette. But the regret in his eyes told a different story, he didn't like those thoughts he had. But why? Did he dislike me that much and only wanted to fuck me? Was that it?