Marriage Ever After

by King Ellie

  I don’t know if it was wrong to want someone as much as I wanted Graham. I swear sometimes he could smell my arousal around him, but he never blinked an eye towards me. Would it be too much if he just took me up on his desk or just let me suck his dick under it?

  I shook my head, this is why the moment I got accepted in college out of state, I took the chance because the feeling to crawl in his bed and let him ruin me, was something I wanted to so bad, my pussy cried.

  “Cesca?”

  The way Graham called my name, I had to blink a couple of times so that I couldn’t moan back his reply.

  “Uh… yes, Graham?”

  I took him in again. He wore an all-black suit that complimented his muscular yet lean body. His hair wasn’t its usual style gelled back instead it looked like he was fresh out of the shower and he let it air dry. This was a side of Graham that I had wanted to see so bad but something was hiding behind those hazel eyes. He ran a hand through his hair as his mouth moved but nothing was to be heard except the fact that I wanted to fuck him. What was wrong with me. I cleared my throat trying my best to tune him in.

  “How are you holding up?” He asked.

  I shrugged.

  “Okay, I guess. I mean it feels weird being here without dad, but I mean…” I looked up at the ceiling not feeling like talking about dad. I didn’t want to cry again, not in front of Graham. “I need a drink.”

  I couldn’t help it as I changed the subject.

  Graham’s laughter filled the room.

  “A drink… Are you old enough to drink?”

  At his comment, I stood smirking because I was older than old enough. I was old enough to fuck him senseless, but I couldn’t say that just yet.

  “Graham, sweet, sweet Graham. Do I look like I’m old enough to drink?”

  Graham’s eyes widened as he did what I hoped he’d do. He looked at me from head to toe, slowly and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was pleased with what he saw.

  “Exactly,” I said. “I’m going to be down the street getting a drink. You look like you need one.”

  With that, I walked out. Even if I didn’t want to.

  Graham

  What the fuck just happened? Did little well not so little Cesca just make a pass at me? I wasn’t sure so I did what I do best, ignore it. I didn’t look like I needed a drink, so I wasn’t going to join her. I threw myself into my work ignoring everything around me.

  By the time, I walked out to my car, it was hours later and there was no way, Francesca was waiting for me at the restaurant. I drove by the restaurant but then a couple streets down, I turned back because something told me she was there probably downing drinks. When I got to the restaurant, she wasn’t hard to spot. I didn’t need her to face me as I heard her laughing. You can’t help it but laugh when Francesca laughed, it was intoxicating in a way. It was like she was able to trap you in her bubble.

  I walked up to the bar that she was sitting at with some dude and as she attempted to take the shot in her hand, I took it out of hers and chugged it. Francesca turned facing me, she bit her bottom lip as she took me in. When her brown eyes met mine, I was stunned to see that much arousal in hers. I took a step back because now, I was sure that Francesca wanted me. She was beautiful, I couldn’t deny that from her chestnut skin that glistened in the sun to her body that was out of this world plus the way she always had her hair free and in ringlets of curls all around her face stopping at her shoulders. I tried not to look but in this ensemble she had on, you could tell that Francesca was all ass. She had her tits, which were fairly small maybe a C cup if I was pushing it then her body was well proportioned until she turned around and almost gave me a heart attack in my office. I shook my head, I couldn’t think about her like that, she was my late best friend’s daughter. She was younger than me by way too much.

  “What brings you by, Graham?”

  “You said I needed a drink, didn’t you? You still up for it?” I asked.

  She smirked. Licking her lips as she looked from the guy in front of her to me,

  “Yes, let’s go sit at a table. I’m hungry.”

  “Hmm.” Was all I could say because of the way she was looking at me, I knew she wasn’t hungry for food. “It’ll never happen, Francesca,” I warned her.

  She raised a brow for a second as she gave me a devilish smirk then she turned to lean over the bar to get the bartender’s attention and her ass was in the right place for viewing. I gritted my teeth because the little thing she called a dress was barely hiding her ass. I turned to face the dude as he stared at her ass too, I narrowed my eyes at him until he looked up at me. He raised his hands in defeat as he got up and left. Francesca finally flagged down the bartender and ordered us some drinks pointing to an empty table.

  When she hopped off her stool, I commanded her for landing on her feet without swaying. When we got to our table, she shoved my drink in my face.

  “Drink this then tell me what happened. What’s wrong?”

  “Why do you think something is wrong?”

  I drank what she gave me, my eyes widened. Surprised that she knew my drink of choice. She smiled as she drank hers then she spoke.

  “I know you better than you think I do. The great Graham Emerson would never walk out of his house without his cufflinks or his hair tousled like that.”

  I chuckled.

  “The great Graham Emerson, huh?”

  She nodded.

  “You’re great in my eyes.”

  I blinked.

  “I’m not that great,” I started. “Well not to Savannah, anyways.”

  It was time I told somebody.

  “Savannah? Oh, how is she?” Francesca smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.

  I chuckled mirthlessly.

  “She went to Vegas for one of her friend’s bachelorette parties, came back, rode my dick for weeks then told me she was pregnant, and it wasn’t mine, it was her husband’s, the guy she married on a whim in Vegas.”

  Francesca ordered us another round of drinks whispering something to the server. She didn’t say anything until the second drink came. She watched me chug it just as the server dropped a bottle of that deep, brown sexy shit on the table. She poured me another glass and I drank it. She repeated this four times and I began to relax. I wasn’t drunk but I felt better, much freer.

  “Now, that you’re a little loose, I’ve got something to say. You listening?” Francesca asked me. I nodded. She leaned in with the most serious expression she ever possessed. “Fuck Savannah. That dumb bitch does not deserve you and she thinks she can cheat on you? She thinks I’ll allow it. I told this dirty bitch not to break your heart and she didn’t listen to me. Okay, that’s fine.”

  I watched Francesca sort of talk to herself and I chuckled.

  “You did what?”

  Francesca stood. Walking away to the bartender. I saw her drop her card then after she came back.

  “Let’s go and before you get all pissy about me paying, I got a way that you can pay me back.”

  She licked her lips again as she eyed me. I shook my head.

  “Cesca, I’m not fucking you. You’re like my… my.”

  Francesca snickered.

  “I’m like your what? Exactly. But that’s not what I was going to ask you for. I need you to punch in Savannah’s address in my uber app because I’m fucking up her shit. Let’s go.”

  I didn’t even have time to tell her no as she walked out of the bar with the bottle that she paid for. I shook my head, what the hell had I just gotten myself into.

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