All Chapters of Lovers In Disguise: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Then, of course, there is Beth. I've avoided her in the week between our scene together and myweekend getaway with Bella, but after that I feel stupid for tip-toeing around her and visit her oneafternoon before work.One thing I've always admired about her is that she doesn't play games, and it only takes us fiveminutes until I accuse her of acting weirdly at the end of the scene with Bella's crash, the crash that Ifeel she partly provoked. At least that's what her just walking out and not really reacting to whathappened feels like to me.Beth being Beth, she tells me to get my head out of my ass. Her offhand remark about things 'workingout in the end' pretty much affirms my suspicion that she has expected that things would get too muchfor Bella on a psychological scale, but I can't be cross with her - because she's right.There's no need for me to dwell on it. I still tell her that I won't play with her again if she ever tries tomanipulate me like that again, and t

Bella actually sighs with relief when I suddenly withdraw my fingers, and her reaction surprises meagain."Don't you want to come that you seem so happy to be left alone?"Her gaze turns confused at that before her lust crazed mind catches on to the meaning of my words."Oh, I desperately need to come, Master, but I'd rather go unsatisfied than disappoint you.""Really?" I inquire, turning my voice teasing, but she only smiles."Yes, really.""Keep that thought."Then I push my fingers back into her ass, adding that forth one after two thrusts. I don't taper mymotion nor speed down and I feel her bear down hard on my hand, a small gasp of pain, or at leastdiscomfort, my reward.But she adepts quickly, and before long I feel her relaxing again, even to the point where it doesn'tfeel like her ass is trying to stop the circulation in my fingers."Do you like me fucking your ass with my fingers?"The look she shoots me is full of challenge, but when she replies her voice

"Wanna tell us what happened?"He looks up and a multitude of emotions run over his face, too fast for me to really make them out -but the openness of it underlines my guess that he isn't playing any games right now."What usually happens, I guess. We had a fight, we both said a lot of things that needed out but thatwe probably never should have given voice to, and then she told me to pack my things and go, andnever come back."Bella frowns, then indicates his overnight bag and the backpack still sitting by the door."And that's all?""There weren't really that many things of me in her apartment. Left most of it in the storage space."Where they went after I kicked him out, but he doesn't say that. Doesn't need to, either.The realization of how little he had over with her strikes me as strange - it can't be more than a fewbooks and some clothes. I try to remember the last time I've been over at Alice's, but I can't think ofmany personal belongings of his in sight. An

as her partner, nor lover, nor even as a friend. And the really sad thing is, I never saw it coming. Yes,it was clear we'd have to work out the small issues like the stupid food or her messiness, butwhatever made her snap is routed way deeper. And nothing can change anything about the fact that Istill love her, while she obviously doesn't feel the same for me."There's nothing either of us can say to that, and Jazz lets his head fall into his hands again. Bellahesitates, but then reaches over and squeezes his shoulder, some of the pain so heavy in his wordsnow on her face."It's gonna be okay," she murmurs, but there's not much conviction behind it, and she falls silent whenshe realizes that herself. We stay like that for another few minutes, but I can tell that Jazz is at the endof whatever strength is still left in him, so I gently nudge Bella to get up."I think we all need to catch some sleep, it's late."Jazz nods, clearly relieved, then glances at his bag."Su

"Everything alright with you?" she asks, her voice unable to hide the laughter she tries to hold back,and at her words Mandy of course turns to us, too. Her critical gaze rakes me, then she shrugs."Maybe you should take a break. Eat and drink something, you'll feel better in a few minutes."Carlos stops after finishing the next line, then glances at my face."Dude, you really are pale.""I'm fine," I hiss between clenched teeth, then give up when I realize just how ridiculous I'm acting.Bella bats her lashes at me as she sits down again, then ignores my glare when she resumes their chatwith, "You know, normally he's not such a wuss."Oh girl, you've got it comin'!Carlos is nice enough to pretend he needs to call another client when I'm done jugging down a can ofcoke so I get a little more respite. When we resume our session I'm still not exactly enjoying myselfbut the discomfort is more tolerable; seeing the tattoo slowly come to life on my arm is helping a lot,too