All Chapters of Resisting The Playboy's Charm: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CarolinaIt only takes a couple of days for Brandon to recover from his bug, and things quickly go back to normal. Forty-eight hours after he first threw up, he's back in the living room, feeding Swimmy his fish flakes and laughing brightly.Evans is visibly relieved to see Brandon back in his regular spirits, and I feel comforted both by his happiness, and by Brandon's. The little boy is back to his usual energetic self, and only needed to miss one day of pre-K, much to his consternation."School is important," Evans reminds him as we're about to head out the door on Tuesday. Brandon is a little dejected, having enjoyed his day off yesterday. "If you don't go, you'll fall behind the other kids. You don't want that, do you?"By the end of the day, Brandon seems to have forgotten all about his desire to stay home. He's talking at a mile a minute when I go to pick him up—he told all of his classmates, and the teacher's goldfish, about Swimmy.When the weekend rolls around, I volunteer a

CarolinaI pick up the glass and take a tiny sip. The whiskey itself is acrid and dry, but overall, it isn't bad—not that I particularly know what I'd be looking for. But to get in on the joke, I make a big show of spluttering, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I slam the glass back on the table."That's disgusting," I declare. "The worst whiskey I have ever tasted."Evans looks at me, incredulous. "Oh, for the love of—"Whatever else he has to say is drowned out by the laughter of his friends. Reed guffaws loudly, pounding on the table; Declan's laughter is more subdued, but there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes."You know what, Evans?" Reed says, wiping away a fake tear from the corner of his eye. "I like this one."Evans's reaction to that is mixed—he seems pleased, but his posture also stiffens defensively. I can imagine why. Reed is reacting to me the way someone might react to their friend's new girlfriend.It's nice to fit in so well with Evans's friends, though, even if he'

EvansCarolina so damn beautiful that as she strokes her fingers up and down the length of me, I think I might lose my mind. Her head dips between my legs, and I close my eyes and try not to groan too loudly when her soft lips wrap around the tip of my cock.My hands sink into her hair, and I squeeze the strands, trying not to push her head down—because I don't want to hurt her, don't want to force her to take too much of me at once.I want her to do it her own way, the way she's comfortable, at her own pace.But fuck, it feels so good. I have to control the heavy thud of my heart and the demanding ache in my cock. My body wants to take charge as I lose myself in the pleasure, in the way her mouth glides up and down my shaft."Carolina..."Her name trails off in a whisper from my lips, and I clamp my hand around the back of her head. But instead of pushing her deeper between my legs, I lift her head.My cock pops free from her mouth, and she looks up at me with wide eyes as I shake my

EvansThe next week is spent making funeral arrangements and dealing with the other logistics surrounding my father's death. My father wasn't a man with a large social circle, and the rest of our family is long gone, so the responsibility is left to me.The funeral I have in mind is simple, small, and unobtrusive. I haven't spoken to my father in years; a few times, in moments of grief-fueled bitterness, I think to myself that I'd be completely justified in letting these arrangements fall to the side. Letting Kerry take care of it, instead of me.But each time, the feeling of anger subsides, and I'm left hollow. Of course I need to do this myself.It's a hard week, but it's made easier by Carolina, who now spends every night in my bed. She's always there for me, sweet and kind and supportive, with a rare optimism that makes things seem a little less dark.And when I need to work out my emotions—when I take her, hard and unyielding—she responds to me as if she needs it as badly as I do

CarolinaEvans wraps up his speech. He kept it short and simple, like everything else about this funeral, which is probably for the best. The gathered mourners nod respectfully as he descends from the podium, returning to his seat beside me in the pew.Surreptitiously, as he sits down, he brushes his hand against the outside of my thigh. Through the gesture, I can feel how tense he is, and my heart aches for him.When the service is over, the crowd files out into the foyer for a reception. Everyone lingers, paying their respects. A few people come up to tell Evans how moving his eulogy was. He gets through all of it with stiff nods and short replies.I hover nearby Evans, keeping an eye on Brandon. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be acting like his girlfriend or his nanny, and it's probably safest to do the latter.Eventually, Reed, Declan, and Sophie come back around to us."That was a great speech," Reed proclaims. "I never doubted you for a second."Evans huffs. "Sure, you didn't.