Chapter 14

Tonya POV

I enjoyed my night with both Melanie and Dakota. It was unique and fun to be with both of them. I get the feeling that Melanie is infatuated with Dakota only because she feels like he is out of her reach. We will see what happens now. She may want him even more than that she has fucked him.

I gather my things and head out the door for work. Dakota left much earlier for work. I am dropping Melanie off at her car on my way to work this morning. Today will be a long day for me, and I need to get as much done as possible if I plan on seeing Dakota tonight.

When I pull up to the parking garage to let Melanie out, she seems like she has something on her mind,

“Spill it. What is bothering you?” I ask her.

“I had fun last night; I really did. I am happy you involved me, but it made it very clear to me that Dakota is not the one for me,” Melanie says.

“Are you okay with that?” I ask her.

“Yeah, I really am okay with it,” Melanie says.

She gets out of the car, and as I am about to pull away, she comes back and taps on my window.

“Can I call you or come by to see you sometime?” Melanie asks me.

“Sure, you know where I am,” I say to her.

“I think I would like that,” Melanie says.

Melanie hands me her phone. I put my number on her phone. I hope this is not a mistake. Maybe she only needs someone to be her friend.

I drive away. I am so late for work. I fly to get to work. I have a stack of papers to go through and enough legal shit to deal with today to keep me busy for the next month. I usually work at night, but lately, my nights have been full of Dakota. I need to take a night off from Dakota.

Dakota and Melanie both text me throughout the day, I try not to answer his text, but I find him hard to ignore. Melanie, on the other hand, I do not respond as quickly. She needs to calm down a little bit.

I text Dakota later in the day when I see I have way too much to do today, and there is no way I can see him tonight.

*Hey. As much as I hate this, I cannot see you tonight, but I will make up for it tomorrow.*

He doesn’t text back immediately. After about an hour, I receive a picture text from him. When I open the text, it is his hard cock in his hand. Damn, I cannot believe I am missing that tonight.

*sorry* I text him. I have got to get caught up here. I can take a few days off after I catch all of these files up. He will just have to understand.

I don’t worry about it too much until around eight p.m. he texts me from the bar. He sends me a picture of a blond sitting with him at the bar. The caption reads I am so horny. I text him back, *you, dirty boy, have fun*

Does he think I will be jealous if he puts his cock in someone else? Not at all; I hope he fucks her and then tells me all about it. I want all of the details, but right now, I have to work. He is just a toy for me to play with, nothing more. I enjoy his cock, but I am not going to get all worked up over him. Young studs are in abundance, and he can easily be replaced with another throbbing cock looking to bang an older woman.

I finally finish my files and grab a few to take home with me. I will work from home tomorrow. I need some sun therapy and maybe a good fuck. If Dakota wants to play games and sweetie, I can play games too.

As I gather my things to go, my phone dings. It is Melanie. She sends me a picture of Dakota all snuggled up to the blonde at the bar. I need to hire this girl to do private investigations for the firm. I text back *looks like fun, see if they will let you join* She doesn’t respond.

I get to my car and load the box of files into the trunk. I get in and head to the beach house. I am exhausted and do not feel like playing any games with Dakota and Melanie tonight. They can have each other tonight. Maybe he will let her join in on his fun. He was a nervous virgin, and now I have turned him into prime fucking meat. I hope he enjoys himself. In all honesty, my job with him might be finished.

When I get home, I park the car and grab my things. This box feels like it has gotten heavier since I left the office. I open the door and place the files on the table. I notice something is sitting on the lounger out on the patio. I go out, and there are roses on the lounger with a note. The note says I miss you.

Well, this is sweet, but I doubt he really misses me. It is more of an I miss fucking your brains out than anything else. I decide not to text him. I need a shower, food, and sleep. I will get up early and go to the beach in the morning. I need some sun and some relaxation time.

I take the flowers in and put them in the kitchen. I have to admit the flowers do kind of make me smile just a little. Maybe I will give him some extra special attention tomorrow night. I bet I can make him feel extra special.