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2025-01-14 08:07:17Emerson Jackson was different when we first met.
I still remember that day like it all happened yesterday. He’d walked into the quaint, little coffee shop where I worked and ordered a shot of espresso and biscotti. Emerson is charming and handsome, so my female colleagues were naturally drawn to his wits and charm. They went out of their way to please him, while I stayed, tucked away behind the cash register, drooling from afar. I knew guys like him would never want to associate with girls that come from a less impressive background as mine, so imagine my surprise when he asked for my number that day. It felt like I’d gotten myself into a Hallmark movie or something.
After we became official, he gave me the best two damn months of my life.
Cinema and park dates, sleepovers, parties with friends, flying out of the country to visit renowned tourist attractions, all the good stuff to keep a girl happy. But after the second month, things dwindled. He now treats our relationship like it’s a chore or responsibility that’s being forced on him instead of something he enjoys, and I don’t even know why I still haven’t broken things up with him. Maybe because I know that my mom will be disappointed, and I wish I don’t care so much who she thinks is best for me.
My phone screen lights up again.
Emerson:We’re here. Finally.
I hurry to my window and take a peek out. Sure enough, a black SUV is parked at the side of the road and Emerson’s father, Nate Jackson is standing right in front of it, speaking with my Mom. Emerson gets out and walks to our front porch to wait.
My eyes linger on Nate Jackson, and I feel moisture gather in between my legs. God, he’s such a masterpiece. That straight black hair gelled and styled back makes him look younger than forty-one. His face is perfect, salt-and-pepper moustache trimmed and framing his high cheek bones. His eyes... Midnight black. They hold so many emotions sometimes, I want to stare into them and try to figure it all out, one after the other.
While Emerson treats me like some obligation he’s being forced to fulfill, Nate has been a lot more generous with compliments and questions about my welfare of late. And I can tell that he truly cares. It’s hard to explain, but he genuinely cares for me. It makes my chest ache sometimes, and I’ve found myself wishing I met him before his son.
I remember the first time I met him after Emerson threw party one random weekend and everyone got wasted, except me. The entire house was a mess the next morning, and I woke up early to help clean. Nate had walked in, furious as hell. “What the fuck? Did hell freeze over?”
My heart stopped right there. Everything else turned gray. He was the only thing of color. And I’m not some sappy girl who believes in love at first side, but he’s the only man who’s ever had such an effect on me, and if it’s love, then so be it. That was the moment I fell in love with him.
My screen lights up again, waking me up from my daydream. Shit. Emerson’s going to be so pissed.
Emerson:It’s been ten minutes. Where the hell are you?
Me:Coming!
Emerson:Five more minutes, and I’m leaving. You won’t waste my time like Dad did.
Geez. So romantic.
In truth, I just want to head over to his place and sleep. I don’t want to visit a bar, or anywhere else, but I don’t even know when next he’ll agree that he’s chanced to take me out like this. So why don’t we make the best use of what we have?
Slipping on a black body con dress, and black flats with no makeup, I lock my room door and head out front where he’s waiting.
“What took you so long, babe?” he asks, kissing my cheek faintly. His eyes returned to his phone, back to what he’s watching.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Go on ahead, I’ll be with you shortly.”
I catch a glimpse of what he’s watching on his phone. It’s a Tiktok video of a girl shaking her ass. She’s wearing only a thong. I suppress my questions, strutting towards the SUV where Nate stands now, leans against it. He beams as I approach, and my entire world stands at a spot.
Damn.
“Hello, Mr. Jackson,” I say, extending a hand which he takes graciously and brings it up to his lips. They brush nicely against my skin, our eyes locked, and I swear there’s a pool of water running down my legs. Fuck. “Fancy seeing you here with Emerson.”
“Ah, yes. I insisted on coming along with him. To see you.”
I laugh nervously. He released my hand, and I instantly miss the warmth. “Really? I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“Not at all. Fare from it. I’ve spoken with your parents though, and we’ve all agreed to keep it a surprise until the right time.” He stops speaking when Emerson draws closer.
“Great. You’ve seen her now. Satisfied?” he grumbled.
Nate ignored him. “A pleasure meeting you, Anna. We’ll discuss more later. Enjoy your date.”
And with that he bounces off the SUV and begin walking down the street.
Emerson opens the passenger door for me, but I’m having a hard time looking away from Nate’s turned back.
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“Nosy bastard,” Emerson cusses under his breath as he fires up the ignition and backs out of the driveway. “There’s really no cogent reason he has for following me this evening. He just wants to be a dick. Too nice for his own damn good.”“He’s still your father, Emerson. Do you have any idea where he’s headed?”He shrugs. “Don’t know. Don’t care. And you shouldn’t either. He’s a grown man. He knows how to handle himself.”“Of course.”“Guess what, baby?” Emerson is suddenly bright-eyed, excitement wafting off him. I push the thought of Nate to the back of my mind, and muster the best smile I can. “O’ve got my own place.”“What?” I shake my head in disbelief. “Stop messing with me.”“It’s true,” he laughs. “It’s right at the heart of town. You’ll love it.”“I can’t believe Nate let you,” I poke his arm. “Congratulations.”His smile fades, and he exhales, dragging a palm down his face. “Why do you have to be such a killjoy.”I’m taken aback. “I’m sorry, what? What did I do wrong?”“Sto
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Hurt unlike any I’ve ever felt before floods my chest. I clasp a hand above it, heaving. Emerson notices and frowns.“Are you okay, Anna?”“W-Why do you have a girl’s panties on your settee?”For a split second, he blanks out. As he struggles to recover, I see the guilt pooling in the depths of his eyes. “Um,” he glances at the panties, then back at me. “Listen... it’s not what you think.”“I can’t believe this,” I croak, close to tears. “You’ve been cheating? Behind me? After everything...”“No, you don’t understand. Those...those are not...they belong to Daniel’s girl. The, um, the girl he banged last night...hey, where are you going?”I tuck my purse underneath my armpit and fix him a glare. “Save your excuses. I’m not five.” And with that, I sashay towards the door.“What the fuck...where are you... Anastasia!” he calls after me but doesn’t move an inch from the couch.For some sick, twisted reason, I expect him to come after me. To apologize. To promise to make it up to me, but h
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Halting at the doorway to calm my racing heart, I stop and stare at him. God really took his time with him. He's so fucking hot — an absolute vision of masculinity; big hands, well-proportioned body, devilishly handsome facial features, sitting there in his suit like he owns the place, my laptop on his lap, and his gorgeous emerald-green eyes scanning the screen as he goes over my blog. Just being this close to him has my body on fire, and my mind shuffling through a host of filthy, filthy fantasies I'd give anything to have him act out with me.Have him teach me passion. Every touch. Every word. Every taste.As quietly as I can do as not to distract his reading, I tiptoe over to the couch, set his glass of water down in front of him, and plop down in place beside him again. He looks up at me briefly with a smile, then goes back to his reading. I'm a bundle of nerves, but I do my best to remain calm as he finishes up reading. I don't know if he read deeper. My blog is three years old,
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Nate continues tugging, and my pants continue moving down until they pass their sticking point on my hips and fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. My chest rises with a sharp intake of breath. I feel as though I’m on the verge of something incredible, and when I look up into Nate’s eyes, I know I’m right.“Look at you,” he muses as he slips two fingers between my legs. I nearly jump at the sensation. “Perfect lips, no wonder you have a gorgeous little pussy too.”He takes my hand and guides it to the very obvious bulge in his pants, and I feel it – his cock, so hard and swollen, like a bat tucked down against his leg. I may never have touched a man like this before, but I’m aware enough to know that Nate has something serious going on down there.“I can’t take it any longer, Anastasia,” he says as he unbuckles his belt and begins to drop his pants. “I have to be inside you.”“Nate, I—”I want to explain to him that I’m a virgin, that this will be my first time an
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