First Meet Foul

by Jaqueline Snowe

My throat tightened with all the words I didn’t say. Who broke her heart? Where did he live? What idiot of a human had hurt her?

“I don’t care at all.” Ollie shrugged. “Girls smell nice.” “Okay, you’re not smelling my sister.”

She’d stood there with her wide eyes and lips forming the perfect little “oh” as my dick was in my fist.

If she learned the power her smile had on me, she could get me to do anything in the world.

“You’re gorgeous. I think, possibly, when I said what I did this morning in front of Callum, you thought that I didn’t think you were the most beautiful thing on this green earth. You are, by the way. Like, perfection. Stunning. Like, if I didn’t have to worry about my grandma or football or Dean, I’d be doing whatever I could to score a date with you. You’re a goddess, Lorelei, and it bothered me all damn day to know you probably thought the opposite.”

“You have never, since you were fourteen, brought a girl to me. Forgive me for having questions, but I’m a bored old woman stuck in this prison, so I need drama. More than hearing about the latest wave of STDs going around this place. Or that Gwen accused Henry of stealing, when we all know Gwen is forgetful as shit and left her necklace at Peter’s place when they hooked up. This place is a brothel, Luca.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

My damn heart pounded in my chest with a continuous break your rule, break your rule, break your rule. It was getting harder and harder to not say to hell with it. Lorelei Romano would be my undoing.

“You moaned my name,” he said, each syllable drawn out in his deep growly voice.

I followed because where else would I go? I wanted to orbit around her. I’d worship her like the sun if I had a different life, one where I could be a normal person.

“Don’t rush me, Lorelei. It’s not every day I get to live out my fantasy of fucking you. I’m going slow, and you’re going to let me.”

“I want your ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my hand, and my cock so far inside you, you’ll feel me tomorrow.”

Why did the world’s prettiest, made-for-me woman have to meet me right now? Two years from now? I could do this. But now… it was impossible.

“I want to renegotiate our deal.” “Wait…what?” “You heard me. One night with you wasn’t enough. When I get back, you and I are having another conversation.”

“For not being what you needed before. No secrets, no hiding. We do this thing for real. A relationship. I show you every day how much I love you, and you continue being the light in my world. Football is important, and so is my grandma, but you…I need you to be mine. To be my person.”