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And I’m confident, but like…come on.
I’m dead
“Bitch, he ghosted you so hard you could be the star of a tv special called ‘A Haunting in Manhattan.’”
We’ve all been there😂
I could be friends with you anymore because you’re, like, the only woman in a three-mile radius with tits that big and a master’s degree.”
Same girl
“You’re a force of nature. You’re intimidating as hell. Any guy would be lucky to have you, but you date these guys who are too insecure to be with someone as smart and accomplished and as badass as you.”
“Jesus is on Radar?” I deadpan. “Well that’s interesting. I admit, I’ve never really wanted to date a Christian guy, but I could make exceptions for the son of god.”
“Is he a serial killer? Is this an American Psycho kind of thing? Because you know what—even if it were, I might be willing to take the risk. I mean, look at him, Corinne.”
But like have you seen Christian bale?
Mel claps her hands together. “Babe, this is so great! He’s perfect for you. Can you even imagine how smart and beautiful your little babies would be? Oh my god, his bone structure and your eyes would be an absolute killer. And in a good way. Not in an American Psycho way.”
About time.
In my post-nut clarity, the only thing I realize is that if Corinne Tyler doesn’t message me back, I’m going to lose my mind.
Desperate? Possibly. Stalkerish? Also a possibility. But dogged? Hell yes. And if I’m anything, it’s dogged.
quickly shut it and furrow my brow, wondering if I’ve been roofied and am starting to hallucinate.
he looks incredible. I hate him for that.
“You know, I think I liked it better when you were just deliberately ignoring me.”
You lying bastard, Gray. Stop toying with her.
“And what if I winked at you because I was glad that you winked at me?”
“I winked at you so that I could do this.” I close the space between our mouths and press my lips to hers.
“That’s my girl. You want me to make you come right here, don’t you?”
“You love this,” I go on. “Look at you, fucking my hand out here. You know exactly what you want.”
Then she places her forehead against mine and says, “About time.”
If ever a man was truly blessed from head to toe, it was Gray Davenport.
“Corinne, you’ve always been my girl,” he replies without hesitation. “It’s just taken you a while to accept it.”
“It terrifies me that you can make me feel so good when
deep down, I just want to clock you in that perfect, handsome face of yours.”
“So, you’re not interested in sleeping with Corinne? That’s surprising to me, actually. Because even right now, the only thing I can think about is sleeping with Corinne, which I got very close to doing last week, by the way. So, if your intentions are anywhere along those lines, I’m going to have to encourage you to try a lot harder than these Obama-era pickup lines. Because it’s one thing to get Corinne to sleep with you, and a whole different thing to get her to sleep with you after I’ve raised the bar so damn high for her.”
literally came straight from JFK to do that. Can I kiss you, Corinne?”
Gray lets out a breath. “Listen, if you hear on the news that Walsh disappeared under mysterious circumstances tonight, promise me you won’t turn me in if they subpoena you.” “Me? Lie under oath? Oh Mr. Davenport, I thought you knew me better than that,” I answer with a smile.
“Because I’m not a contortionist.” “We can work on that,” he’s quick to respond, “in due time. For now, get your laptop.”
“Oh, so we’re having sex in public now?” “Long-term goals,”
“Nipples,” he says with a slight pant as he masturbates. “God, I will do ridiculous things to worship a perfect pair of tits like yours. From
“You’re incredible. I’m going to come in that pussy soon. I’m going to come in that wet little pussy and it’s going to make you feel so good.”
I discover that Gray Davenport has a cock piercing.
Right now, I’m sure that if she asked me to quit my job and move into her apartment full-time so that I could clean up after her and cook all her meals, I would do it. And that’s saying something because I don’t even clean my own apartment or cook any of my own meals.
Gregory William Davenport VI.
“Anything you want, Corinne,” he promises. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Corinne, are you telling me that you had twenty-four years to start dating a billionaire and you never did it? Are you on something?” I don’t even know where to begin. Once again, I look up at Gray, who simply says to me, “Yeah, Corinne. You had twenty-four
four years to date me and you never did it?”
“And the craziest thing is that he’s been right there the whole time and I never saw it.”
“Trust me, I’ve called you many things before, and this is the first time that fun has been one of them.”
“I don’t think I realized the extent of your abject hatred for me.”
“Corinne, I don’t mean to screw this up, but I think I love you.” Corinne kisses me, doing just enough to keep me from regretting saying something like that to her so soon. “Gray, you know that you do.”
I’m furious. There’s not a single piece of lingerie in my apartment sexy enough to match the level of pure, unadulterated lust that travels through my veins right now. I try on at least four different sets—sets that are inarguably slutty. I’m standing in front of my mirror in a sheer, black demicup bra and a matching pair of high-waisted cheeky panties. Both leave nothing to the imagination, but I still don’t feel like they’re enough.
“Look at you,” Gray is saying as he pounds me relentlessly. “Bent over for me in a car, moaning like you’ll die if I don’t make you come. Do you want it?”
“I don’t care who’s watching,” he says as he continues to thrust into me, his voice thick with lust, “but I want you to look at me when you come.”
Yes, Gray. You are the only man who has been able to scratch my lifelong, seemingly unattainable itch to fuck Batman.
Same girl
“Corinne, I would die for you.”
This guy. This fucking guy. This beautiful, sexy, perfect fucking guy. Even just holding his hand and letting him lead me out to the massive balcony, I feel like I’m walking on a cloud.
“Gray, I really didn’t like you as a person, but I did genuinely like looking at you too.”
whimper, but manage to say, “I need it. I need your cock in me.” “I’m going to stretch this pussy,” he tells me. “I have to stretch this perfect pussy. But you like that. You want me to let you come on my cock.”
Gray clears his throat again. “Corinne, I would be happy if you came. Mel can come too. I’ve invited Walsh every year since college anyway, so my mom is used to me inviting guests.”
Mr. Davenport is quiet for a few seconds before he picks up his fork again. “Watch out for that one, Gray,” he finally says as he stabs his fork into a piece of turkey.
