Page 14 of Big Daddy to Go

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Lexi

Iopen my eyes to see moonlight spilling into the hotel room. Kane’s arm is loosely draped along my back with his hand cupping my ass. I admire his sleeping figure for a few moments.

Although his features are very much like Jason’s, he’s quite different. When he walks, he swaggers. When he speaks, he’s cocksure. Speaking of cocks… his cock is surely bigger than Jason’s. The blanket is kicked off him and bunched at the bottom of the bed, leaving his flaccid penis exposed. It’s still impressive.

I can still feel the dampness between my legs and remember how good it felt to be filled with Kane’s erection. His body seems as though it is carved from stone, but his embrace had been warm and comforting as he took me from behind.

I had become used to Jason, with his robotic movements and routine sex, for the past couple of years. With Kane, we were completely exposed as we humped against the windows—not caring if all of Manhattan saw us fucking. The multiple orgasms Kane gave me had brought me to tears. I had been deprived of such pleasure for so long… I needed that sweet release.

Last night was exactly what I’d needed to fuck Jason out of my system. I deserve better than that asshole. I don’t know why I allowed him to mistreat me for so long. I guess because he was hot and rich and because everyone convinced me I couldn’t do any better.

I carefully slip away from Kane, not wanting to disturb him as I get out of bed. I quietly leave the bedroom and gather my clothing by the window. After dressing, I head out of the penthouse and take the elevator down to the lobby.

“Can I get you a taxi, ma’am?” the concierge asks.

I get the feeling that I’m not the first woman he’s seen come here with Kane Jones. I’m sure I won’t be the last either. Kane can obviously have any woman he wants. I’m happy I was bold enough to come onto him because I’m sure I’m not the type of girl he usually hits on.

I take a taxi home and get a couple hours of sleep before my alarm goes off. I groan as I struggle to get out of bed. I’m still exhausted from lack of sleep and from being fucked so well.

As I shower, I feel sweat and the remnants of Kane’s come being washed from my body. After doing my hair and make-up, I still look like I didn’t sleep much, but I don’t care.

I leave the apartment and take the subway down to East 66thStreet. It’s my first day back at work since the wedding. I’m technically not supposed to go back to work until Monday since I should have been in Bora Bora. But I offered to come in today to help tie up loose ends for the end of the month. Besides, other than last night, the time off from work has done more harm than good. I’d been in a depressed funk over Jason and the wedding that had consumed my life for the past year. A wedding that didn’t even actually happen! But now, I need to move on.

I grab a corn muffin and a coffee from a food cart, suddenly realizing that I’m starving. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch with my mother yesterday.

I head into my office building and take the elevator up to the 8thfloor. I make a right and open the door that says “Elite Interiors, LTD.” on it. The company is tiny. There are two owners, one junior designer—which is me, and two administrative employees.

“Good morning, Lexi,” Renata, one of the administrative assistants, greets me.

“Good morning, Renata.”

I head straight to my desk, not wanting to be bothered. Renata is the office busybody, and I know she is dying to ask me about what happened with Jason.

I also know she has a crush on my ex-fiancé, like many women in my life do. That made everything so much worse. I can tell my cousins and my mother think I did something wrong in the relationship. That it’s all my fault Jason left me at the altar. Mom probably thinks it’s because of my weight, and Briana probably thinks it’s because Jason is secretly in love with her.

I let out a throaty sigh as I sit down at my desk. Renata glances over at me and offers a sympathetic smile. I take a sip of my coffee before smearing butter on my corn muffin.

“No more diet, huh?”

Just as I’m about to take a bite, Renata is at my desk, peering over her glasses at me. I put the muffin down and smile at her curtly. Renata reminds of an annoying little garden gnome with the beanie she’s wearing on her head and the cowl neck sweater she’s wearing even though it’s eighty degrees out. She complains it’s cold in the office constantly and is always turning the air conditioning off so that the rest of us sweat our asses off.

“Nope. I’m going to eat what I want,” I tell her.

“Good for you,” she says with a nod.

“Is there something you needed?”

“I just want to say I’m sorry about the wedding and all.”

My cheeks redden. Jason had to leave me with the ultimate kiss-off—utter humiliation. I’d be surprised if the food cart vendor I got the muffin and coffee from didn’t know about the runaway groom by now. Renata had probably told everyone within twenty blocks of the office.

Then again, Jason Peckham isn’t exactly low profile. I’m sure some gossip blogs covered him walking out on me, only to drive the humiliation stake into my chest deeper.

“Thank you, Renata.”

“You seem like you’re a little out of it. Did you sleep okay?”