Lahat ng Kabanata ng Treasured Yet Discarded: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

He wraps his arms around me, returning my kiss as he guides me towards the bed. His hands glide down to the backs of my thighs as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him and soon feel the bed beneath my back.He presses me into the mattress, his body weight pushing down on mine giving me just a hint of what I’ve craved from him all night. I feel his firm cock pressing against my pussy through my soaked panties as he slowly thrusts against me making me mewl against his lips from the friction. His hands roam my thighs, finding their way to my ass as he squeezes firmly, making me mewl again.His lips find my neck once again, sucking and nipping at my heated flesh as my trembling fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as I untuck his shirt, pushing the fabric over his muscular shoulders, and down his arms, balling it up once it’s off him and tossing it to the side. His lips begin to move lower, pecking at the tops of my breasts as I slowly claw my nails down the planes of his c

“Lani!” A voice cheers in surprise.I finish cleaning the floor and rise to my feet, coming face to face – kind of – with Carter, all dressed in a black button-down with rolled-up sleeves and black slacks.“Mr Chapman,” I greet warmly. “It’s nice to see you again.”“I’ve told you, please call me Carter.” He steps closer, surprising me as he pulls me into a big hug, but he doesn’t immediately let me go, the hug lingers – a bit too long for my liking – but not wanting to offend him, I give him a gentle pat on the back.“You’re right, you did. Sorry, formalities are just a habit from working here,” I say placatingly.“That’s alright,” he smiles at me, his hazel eyes twinkling as he looks down at me. “I’m surprised to see you here; I don’t think I’ve seen you on a Thursday night.” Just how often does he come here?“It was a last-minute change of schedule. I thought you were hanging out with Julian tonight…”“Oh, I am.” The smile on his face as he says this is enough to send a chill down my

Irina unlocks the door to her apartment and ushers me in. “Now I’m happy to take the couch; only fair that the patient gets the bed,” she says playfully, turning on the light as she guides me in.“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed,” I mumble in disapproval.“We’re not arguing about this. You need your rest. You’re taking the bed,” she says adamantly.“How about we share?” I offer.She wiggles her eyebrows at me, “Oh, I see. Trying to cop a feel. Well, I can’t say I blame you,” she shrugs nonchalantly, making her way over to the kitchen and preparing some hot cocoa.I walk over to the bed and sit down, playing with the hem of the jacket Irina provided for me. I’m glad to be out of the hospital and I’m glad I’m not back at my home…but I’m not happy. I’ve never felt more broken in my life. Cheated on and assaulted in a single night. I went from the happiest I’ve ever been to the most miserable all in the blink of an eye.I cradle my head in my hands and sob, the nearly hysterical c

After a week of wallowing in self-pity, I’ve had enough. I could have kept going, but when would I have stopped? I can’t change anything that has happened, and I gave myself a week to cry and be an emotional mess with my bestie there to keep me sane, and now it’s time to return to the world of the living.Irina kept telling me to give it more time, that no one gets over trauma that fast and she is more than happy to have me around longer, and as tempting of an offer as that was, I just couldn’t do it. I’m not over anything that happened to me and I’m not sure when I will, but I know that I’ve spent my whole life being self-sufficient. I’ve never depended on others, and I don’t want to start now. Truthfully, I think the wallowing in bed was making me feel worse. At first, it helped, but then it was driving me stir-crazy. I don’t know how to sit around and do nothing all day and I envy the people who do. It’s not that I want to get back to my life and working, it’s that I need it. I nee

*TRIGGER WARNING: Please skip the final paragraph of this chapter if you are sensitive to animal cruelty*The rest of my shift only got more and more bizarre. Dylan proceeded to be nice to me for the entire day and was even acting nice towards the other women – at least when I was watching. I’m still on my guard, but I embraced it while it was happening. I’m all for a pleasant work atmosphere, especially since my life is hell right now, so I’ll take the peace where I can find it.“Have a good night, Estaban!” I say, waving to Estaban as I walk out of the kitchens.“You have a safe journey home,” he calls back as he finishes switching shifts with the night cook.I exit the diner and stop to make sure I have everything in my purse.“Do you need someone to walk you home?”I drop my purse, jumping in fright when I hear Dylan’s voice. I look over at him, clutching my chest as he walks up to me. “You scared me half to death,” I breathe out, bending down and collecting my bag and everything