I open my eyes.
Pre-dawn light se eps through the glass door that leads out to the balcony, now closed.
God. It’s Monday morning. My weekend with Noah Steel is now over. But what a weekend it was. The best of
my life, if I’m being honest. Very thoroughly cashing in V-card. Check. Getting pampered and adored to within an
inch of my life. Check. Experiencing lust on steroids with the beastliest, dreamiest man in the world for an entire
weekend. Check.
But now it’s back to reality. I need to go into the office this morning before my meeting with that asshole Cash
Maddox.
It’s a meeting I have to show up for. Because the asshole might either be the answer to all my prayers or the
final nail in my coffin of homelessness and bankruptcy.
It’ll be one or the other. I don’t want to think about any of it. I want to stay right here with Noah’s burly arms
wrapped securely around me. Ke eping me safe from everything outside our haven.
But I can’t skip my meeting, as much as I might wish my problems, my mountain of debt and Cash Fucking
Maddox would go away.
I turn to look at Noah. He’s still fast asle
Ep I watch him for a while, taking in all the details of him that I now
know so well.
His face is peaceful in sle ep and stunningly handsome. His dark hair is a glorious mess. Like coarse silk in my
hands as I grab fistfuls of it.
His broad shoulders and muscular arms are so sculpted and strong. So good at holding me down as he fucks
me.
His cinnamon skin. That I’ve literally rubbed myself all over like a horny cat.
The two-day-old stubble that darkens his square jaw. That feels so scratchily good on my thighs when he eats
me.
He’s so, so beautiful. So masculine and ideal. Quite possibly the man of my dreams. But dreams aren’t going
to get me out of the very real mess I’m in. I’d love nothing more than to kiss his perfect mouth. To lick my way
down his snake tattoo, all the way down to his abs and that deliciously defined V. To take his giant manhood in my
mouth. To wake him up by flicking my tongue so lovingly I know he’d groan.
But if I do that we’ll end up in bed for hours because we never seem to be able to get enough of each other.
And then I’ll be late.
I really do need to focus. A lot is riding on the meeting this morning and I need to be mentally pr epared for it.
I carefully unloop Noah’s arm from around my waist. He stirs but doesn’t wake.
I find my dress and my bag. I texted Grace to tell her not to worry about me at some point on Friday night, but
there are around a million missed calls and messages from her. Which I’ll have to deal with when I get home.
The romantic bubble of our weekend feels like it’s been jarringly popped. All the pressing details of my life,
that I conveniently blocked out for almost three days, are now insistingly taking up all the space in my brain.
There’s a small not epad and a pen on a desk. What to say?
I wish I could live happily ever after with you right here in this room. You’re the most beautiful thing that’s
ever happened to me and I think I might have completely and absolutely fallen head over heels in love with you.
Right this minute, I can’t think about what comes next for us. I’m too preoccupied by what comes next for me.
For my almost- bankrupt company and my about-to-slip-through-my-fingers home.
Noah Steel, Thank you for the best weekend of my life. I have to go into work early today and I didn’t want to
wake you. My number is 212-555-4004. Maybe we can do it again sometime.
xx Lucky Irish
Did I mean that last line as a joke? The whole message almost sounds harsh, scrawled on this note like an
afterthought. I consider adding a P. S.
I love you? I wish I could ride your perfect, ginormous cock into the sunset? I’m pretty sure you’re my
soulmate and I’m very sure nothing will ever, ever compare to you?
I almost write, Like maybe tonight. But another message vibrates my phone in my bag, and it distracts me.
Before I can ride off into any sunsets, I really need to deal with the very real possibility that I’m about to lose
everything I have. That has to be my priority right now.
I take one look back at him. I blow him a kiss. Later, Noah Steel. And I let myself out.