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Fantasizing Abby

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Losing in the stock market, dropping dollar rates, and losing a deal didn’t torment me. It’s a win-win game. But It’s been agonizing two days of my life. I’m currently fantasizing about the forbidden fruit, and I know I’m in great trouble.

Who would have thought Mike and Catie’s daughter is hot? I mean H-O-T as hell. Those beautiful big green innocent eyes, but something in her eyes I can’t quite point my finger on it. And this dick of my mine develops a brain on its own. Now, my little traitor dick starts throbbing in my pants just thinking of hot Abby. Thank God Patrick isn't aware of this. He’ll surely laugh and say, I’m a pussy-whipped.

Now, I’m a boner.

Yeah, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as her, her smell, and her hair look so soft. I can imagine grabbing her and fuck her from behind and those parted succulent lips, wrapping around my cock.

I groan.

And Jesus, she has a gorgeous pair of round tits. She wears a white dress that exposes a little cleavage that makes my thoughts turn dirty. I can’t blame my dick. It’s been a while, and she is just so gorgeous. That’s it. Period.

After sending her to her home, all my thoughts keep coming back to her and her smart-ass banter. Here, I’m lying alone in my lonely cold bed, looking up the plain ceiling with my cock hard as steel. I can’t help but stole few glances at her long-toned legs while she’s sitting beside me in my car. I give her a moment of silence. I’m sure she’s thinking about her mom. She seems so distant and controlled. She flinched when I tried securing her seatbelt. I wonder what had happened to her. I can feel she doesn’t trust me, and it makes my chest tight.

I want to strangle her so-called best friend. He’s holding her fucking hand. Best friend or not, it makes me a little bit of a caveman.

Fuck!

Why did I suddenly become overprotective of her? I’ve never felt anything like this towards any woman. Only with her, and it’s freaking me out.

I guess I need to get laid.

I’m too exhausted to get up in bed. Maybe a self-service will do. I put my hand inside my boxer and hold my cock firmly. The moment I think of a brunette with huge green eyes, my dick comes to life. I imagine her kneeling on me and licks the tip of my cock, her eyes looking up at me, taking all my cock inside her mouth, twirling her tongue, and suck me hard. I gasp.

Fuck. I’m not gonna last. I grab her soft hair and push her mouth until my cock hits her throat. Fuck, it feels so good. So fucking good. I thrust into her mouth, to the back of her throat one last time. Abby.

Shuddering, I come so hard.

I’ve never come so hard. Fuck! That feels good. Beads of sweat start forming on my forehead. I want to feel when I’m deeply buried inside her pussy. Shit!

I’m hard again. So I think of Abby once again. It doesn’t take long. I come again.

I’m so drained. I close my eyes.

I wake up before the alarm goes off. It’s still dark outside. I start to make my coffee.

I lean my elbows on my kitchen island and bury my face into my hands. I check my phone for calls and messages. Nothing worth calling back. My mom left me a voice message telling me she met Mike’s daughter.

Christ! I really need to erase her from my brain.

I remember dad saying after the meeting. Son, if you will not clean your mess. I’ll be the one to clean, and you may not like the outcome. It may not be true, but you’re dragging Hughes and the company’s reputation down.

I drink the bitter taste of coffee, but Dad’s words are far worst bitter than the coffee, and it twists my stomach. What will he do? Is he really threatening me now? I may be the largest shareholder, but he has the majority of votes.

After a shower and put on some fancy suits, I head to my office. My PA already arranges my schedule and insert the burial for Catie. I meet Patrick at the parking lot. He wasn’t able to come to the funeral.

Still, a lot of people here in the cemetery who I recognized mostly are businessmen. Some are politicians and few women, I think from Catie’s charity. My parents are already here. So are Patrick’s parents. I haven’t seen the woman that caught my mind these days. I clench my jaw until it hurts. I need to get her off my mind, but she won’t just go.

This is so wrong fantasizing about her. His father won’t be so happy about it. I’m sure her mother will rise from her grave and haunt me to death.

Patrick noticed my discomfort.

“You okay, man? I know this is hard for you, but it’s ok to be sad about it. Wait. I’ll have to extend my condolences to Mike.”

Mike is already sitting in the first row with two empty seats beside him, probably for the hot piece of a daughter and her friend. I choose the opposite left side in the second row. So no one notices me ogling her.

I groan.

I didn’t come here for her. A few more minutes, the ceremony will start according to that man in black-rimmed glasses. Everyone is wearing black and white. I didn’t even notice Patrick is already back in his seat.

“Where is the daughter?” Does he really have to ask me?

“Maybe caught in the traffic.”

Before he can ask again, my eyes dart to the woman that kept me having a hard-on and made me come twice last night.

I must be dreaming right now because this can’t be real. If Abby looks beautiful these past days, now she looks stunning--ravishingly gorgeous. She’s way beyond beautiful. God, heaven on earth, bless my heart. My mouth hangs open, and I’m sure I have to put the scarp in my suit pocket to good use. I'm probably drooling right now.

She is wearing a white lacy dress that ends on her knees, long sleeves that fit perfectly on her toned arms like her second skin. Her curly brown hair flows just below her shoulders. She is wearing a black headband. Light pink on her cheeks and her lips are painted in light pink too. She wears high heels that make her almost taller than her best friend. Good grace, Abby. Way to make my cock throb again.

Thank God for the weather. It’s not hot because I'm probably sweating like an idiot.

Everyone turns their attention towards her. I guess they notice now who is she even my goddamn best friend. Now he can’t just keep his mouth shut.

“So, she must be Mike’s daughter? Who’s the man with her? Lucky bastard. She’s so fucking hot. No wonder Mike never let her stay here. She can make any man boner.”

Now, I’m pissed. I hate this caveman feeling, just thinking of another man thinks the way I think. I want to poke every eye looking at her with my fingers.

“That’s her best friend, Andrew. They’re roommates.” Patrick looks at me with wide eyes.

“And how do you know that they’re just roommates? Or just best friend without the benefits?” he asks and raises his brows. Way to piss me off more. If we’re not in here, I might collar him already.

“That’s what I heard. Why do they have to hide from the old man if they’re dating? Or your so-called benefits? They’re both consenting adults.” I explain, but Patrick isn't buying it.

“Are you sure they’re just friends?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?” I glare at him.

“Whoa. Man, relax. I’m just messing with you. What’s got into you? Why so grumpy today? And do you think I didn’t notice you, drooling over her when she arrived?”

I clench my teeth and take a deep breath. I need to calm myself down. My best friend will not shut up until I grill me with the question as soon as he knows I have a thing for her.

A thing for her?

I don’t do relationships. She looks so innocent, and I’m a bastard who doesn’t say no for free-fuck-no-strings-attached. I don’t deserve someone like her. She needs a good man at her side, and I’m definitely not a good one.

She deserves someone who brought her flowers, dine in a fancy restaurant and propose to her with a huge diamond ring. Mike knows me well. I’m thankful he still didn’t warn me to back off when he caught me ogling at her from the first day we met, or he was too preoccupied with his wife’s death. I’m sure she’ll go back soon after this burial and thank God, I’ll not see her again.

“Earth to Seb. You zoned out too much.” He nudges me. “Are you sure you didn’t score on her yet?” he asks, waggling his brows.

“One more talk about her, I’ll break your nose. Her mom just died, for God's sake, and you’re talking about her like that?” I hissed. I can feel the anger radiates my body. I don’t even notice my hands already form into fists.

“Okay. Okay, man. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Nothing to talk about later, especially if it’s about her. She is off-limits.” I snap.

“Fine. I’ll drop it if you’ll introduce me to her. Deal?”

“No fucking way.” I narrow my eyes.

“Yes way, or I’ll just introduce myself.” He grins. “Unless you want her alone to yourself.”

I grit my teeth. “What off limits you don’t fucking understand? She's still mourning. Yet, here you are. You can’t keep your dick in your pants? Really, Patrick?”

“Well, just introduce me. That’s all.”

“Fuck off asshole. You fucking touch her, you’re dead. Fucking think about her, you’re dead too.”

He grins. “I got you there, asshole. Fine, she’s yours.”

Yeah, she is fucking mine. I’m grinning deep inside.

Everyone is already in their seats when the minister is about to start I look at her, and it was wrong to move. She finds me looking at her too. Yeah, just like that, everything freezes even my God damn breath. My heart flutters.

Fuck me. She smiles at me. And that’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but smile back. She arches one brow as if saying, what’s wrong? I shake my head, and then she focuses herself on the minister.

“Hmm. That smile. She smiles at you. We really have to talk later, cous. I’ll never let that one go. Over my dead body.”

Not today. Not ever. I won’t let him get into me.

“Just shut up. Can you do that? Nothing's really to talk about.”

“I doubt that that smile says everything, and you’re still smiling. This is new.”

“You’re saying I never smile before?” I elbow him.

“See? You never did that thing to me either.”

“What, elbowing you? See what comes next if you won't shut up.”

“Don’t change the topic, Mr. Pussy-whipped.”

Someone clear a throat behind us, making me feel guilty.

Shit. I remind myself why we’re here.

“Drop it.”

“I don’t think I can.” Jesus.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

I decided to leave immediately after the burial service, but something stops me from going. My heart breaks when I see Abby’s shoulders shaking. I wish I could hold her and tell her everything is going to be okay, but I’m sure nothing can help at this moment. The fact that we just buried her mom, she will really bawl.

Somewhere part of my brain commands me to come closer to her, and my feet just followed. Her eyes are red and wet. She’s still sniffing at the tissue on her hand. I can’t fathom why I feel pain for her when I see her sad or crying like we have a connection to emotions. I touch her shoulder. She stiffens and faces me. When our eyes meet, it feels like we know exactly what will comes next.

We hug. Yeah, just like that. We’re like pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. I can feel the warmth of our bodies. The smell of vanilla and flower that I can’t quite guess, hitting my nostrils. Maybe A shampoo or a body wash. Either way, it’s addicting.

I don’t want to let her go just yet. I close my eyes and feel her against me. I want to feel this moment because this might never happen again, and God, it feels so good. So damn good. When she pulls away, I feel so empty and cold.

“Thank you, Seb. Thank you for coming here,” she says in between sniffs. She looks so God damn beautiful even her eyes and nose are red. Drew, her best friend gives me a tight smile.

My best friend clears his throat beside me and tells her he’s sorry after he introduces himself.

I told Abby and drew that we’re leaving. I don’t want him to spill my beans yet. I’m not in a mood to deal with work either. I want to drink to stupor. What had just happened freaks the hell out of me.

Thank God Patrick stays silent throughout the entire ride. I guess he already has answers to himself.

Too obvious?

Damnit!

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