Chapter 24

JENNIE: NOW

Present Day

New York City

"I'M COMING, I'M COMING!" I stumbled down the steps the following morning, thanking the universe that my weekly wine delivery was early. I made sure my bathrobe was tied tightly and opened the door, expecting to see a delivery man, but it was Lisa. A beautiful 'I look perfect even in sweatpants and a white T-shirt' Lisa.

I tried to slam the door in her face, but she wedged her foot between the doorframe.

"You didn't show up for our meeting on Tuesday," she said.

"I'm aware."

"Did you forget?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Nope." I shrugged. "I decided you weren't worth my time."

She glared at me, saying nothing. She moved her foot from the doorframe, but instead of leaving she pushed her way inside, backing me into my hallway.

"I waited for you for six hours," she said, her voice terse. "Six. Hours."

"Did you get a chance to drink any of the coffee?"

"Stop fucking with me, Jennie." She pinned me against the wall with her hips. "We had an agreement."

"We once agreed we wouldn't hurt each other and you broke that promise pretty easily, so I guess we're even now."

"Six hours."

"I'm not sorry," I said, ignoring the frantic racing of my heart. "But if you give me another six months or so, I can consider meeting with you to take random trips down memory lane. You'll have to fill in a lot of the blanks for me, though."

"You don't remember?" Her lips brushed against mine and every nerve in my body came to life.

"I only remember the ending."

"Nothing about what we had before that?" She hissed.

"No. Nothing we had was that memorable. We were young."

We stared at each other, not saying a word. Within seconds her mouth was on mine, and my arms were around her neck.

She tore open my robe exposing my naked body and lifted me up by my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around her waist. I moaned as I fought for control of the kiss, as she fought back with rough and demanding bites of my bottom lip.

Her cock hardened against me, and I reached down to free it from her sweatpants. She briefly tore her mouth away from mine and kissed my neck, biting my skin as I massaged her with my hand.

Returning to kissing me recklessly, she let me down onto the floor and tore open a condom before putting it on. She glared at me, looking hurt and angry all at once.

"Put your legs around my waist," she commanded, lifting me up again. I obliged and she thrust her cock inside of me with one stroke—stretching and filling me deep.

Moaning, I closed my eyes and tried to adjust to her length, she didn't give me the chance. She pulled back and pounded into me again and again.

"You don't remember this?" she said, fucking me harder.

Her eyes never left mine, mine never left her.

She continued owning my body like no other person could, bringing me to back to back orgasms—making me accept that she would always be the best sex I'd ever had.

She gripped my thighs as her cock throbbed inside of me, holding me steady as we both reached our release at the same time. Keeping her eyes on mine, she gently let me go and set me on the floor.

Without saying a word, she re-tied my robe shut and smoothed my hair back into place.

I watched as she tossed the condom into the trash and readjusted her pants. I tried to say something, but I couldn't get any words to fall out of my mouth.

She looked me up and down one last time and headed toward the door. She looked over her shoulder, a hint of hurt still in her eyes.

"I expect you to show up next Tuesday."