Chapter Two

Anthony's POV

“You could join us for lunch? I cooked up some chicken stew and rice. I'm sure you'll love them,” mum suggests.

That did sound good and if I remembered one thing about mum, it was that she was a great chef.

“I'm alright. I'll order something on my way back home,” I replied. “I've got a business meeting to attend in an hour. I wouldn't want to miss it.”

Mindy looked displeased with the turn of events but she didn't press any further. “Alright. We'll be expecting you sooner or later.”

I watched as Mindy and Sarah left, giving Abby and I some room to talk. My eyes eventually settle on her, a warm smile on my face.

“It's been a very long time since I saw you,” I said, slipping my hands into my pants pocket.

Gosh, she looked beautiful— more stunning than I could remember.

“Yeah, likewise. I didn't know you were in Malibu,” she says.

“I move around a lot. One month I'm here, the next month I'm not,” I reply. Something in her eyes dims, like she isn't happy to hear that.

Did that mean she missed me?

“What about you? When did you three move down here? It's a lovely surprise seeing you all here.”

Abby smiles faintly. “We moved our mum down here about a year ago and once in a while we come down to visit her and just relax.”

While she spoke, the only thing I could focus on were her lips. They were plump, smooth and coated in gloss, like always.

“I've got to head inside. I had a long flight so I'm pretty burnt out,” she says and that was enough to snap me out of my thoughts.

“That's alright,” I reply and glance at my watch. “Maybe we could catch up sometime, over dinner? If you're okay with that.”

Abby presses her lips into a thin line, as she deliberates. Her fingers shifted to caress a gold ring around her finger and just like that, the excitement bubbling in me wears off.

For a couple of seconds, I stare at the piece of jewelry in disbelief. She was married?

“Sure.”

Her response isn't exactly encouraging, especially since she’s married and deliberating on spending some time with me at a restaurant.

“Are you married?” I finally ask .

She swallows. “Divorced. I just wear the ring because I like it. It looks pretty.”

That response made no sense either. A lot of people would've thrown their ring or sold it for a couple bucks but here she was claiming to be divorced whilst wearing a wedding band.

My expression hardens. “Well, we can still talk over dinner and catch up. Nothing romantic.”

She nods briefly and slides her hands into her pockets. “Sure.”

Before leaving, we exchange phone numbers and I slide back into my car, a mix of disappointment and disbelief.

Abby Winster was married? I start to wonder if she has kids.

She doesn't leave until I'd pulled out of her driveway and driven off.

Shaking her off my mind, I try to focus on the meeting I have scheduled in less than an hour. As for Abby, that would be a later topic.

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With one last grunt, I push into Lisa, quivering, as beads of sweat drips off my face.

Collapsing next to her, I roll over, breathless and satisfied. After two rounds, it was safe to say we were both fagged out.

Lisa rolls over and wraps her arm around my stomach, the bedsheets barely covering her body.

Unlike Abby, Lisa was younger, maybe by five years. She was wild and too experienced for her age.

“Want me to cook up something for us?” She asks, drawing circles on my chest.

I liked when she did that. It was soothing and a bit arousing.

“Aren't you too tired for that?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Or do I have to go another round before you give up trying to impress me.”

She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I'm not doing this to impress you. Maybe you're not hungry but I am.”

Gently, she pushes herself out of bed, not bothering to grab a towel or a shirt from the floor.

Without clothes, she saunters towards the bathroom, her hips swaying on its own. I know if I keep staring at her, I'll get aroused and I'll possibly follow her into the bathroom for another round and as thrilling as that sounded, I was worn out.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table, I sigh and push myself out of bed. It was cold outside, a thick layer of rain clouds stretched out across the sky.

The meeting was a success and after a day's work well done, I was glad to come home to Lisa.

Getting out of bed, I trudge into the bathroom and join Lisa in the shower.

Lisa is beautiful. White milky skin that gleamed under water droplets and those lips were to die for.

“Do you need some soap?” She asks, her voice meek but those eyes seductive.

I don't respond but watch and let her do her thing. She lathers up some soap in her hands and begins to rub them against my body, reaching wherever her hands can stretch to.

Her hands travel south, going further and further down before skipping to my thighs. Lowering herself, she massages my thighs with her soft hands, causing a ripple of warmth to spread through my body.

Shit. This wasn't part of the plan.

Even after three rounds, I can feel myself getting all excited and she senses it too, her fingers kneading into the skin of my thighs as they rise higher to my member.

For a split second, I imagined Abby positioned like this before me, her hands caressing my wet skin.

Shit.

I know it’s wrong to picture someone else but I can't help it.

Lisa's hands wrap around my already aroused member, slowly pumping. I lean back, resting against the cool tiled walls and the only person I can think about is Abby Winster.

When I eventually open my eyes, I manage to calm myself down and lift Lisa back up.

“I'm tired sweetheart,” I said and press a kiss to her lips. Her hands never leave my member as she carries on, squeezing, kneading and pumping.

I want to push her hands away but it feels too good, so I let her and when I eventually recover from my high, moments later, all I can see are stars.

“That was a lot,” Lisa comments, washing her hands off under the running water and then herself off.

“Almost like you didn't go two rounds before this,” she chuckles.

Flashing her a smile, I try to ignore the fact that it was because of a different woman — a woman I haven't seen in over ten years.

Shit, this was only my first day seeing her and I was already a mess.