The Love Of Money - S01 E191

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The Love Of Money - S01 E191

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 191

Introduction:

It's the morning before Marcus' house party.

Friday, 8:15 am

I don't know how long it had been vibrating, but my phone buzzed twice at me as I propped myself up on one elbow and fumbled across the surface of my nightstand for it. I fought to keep my eyes open long enough to read who the hell was calling me, but it was a Herculean task.

God, it had been a long night... I don't think saw my bed till nearly three in the morning. That by itself wasn't so bad, I'd stayed up playing board games with my friends until the small hours over the last year, but staying up till three in the morning playing games was utterly different to staying up that late to participate in Olympic levels of sex. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement.

The phone went silent as I cleared the sleep from my eyes, and I saw three missed calls all from Jessica. I listened to the first one.

"Hi, so I went by your apartment, but some old guy was living in it, so I'm going to go to Strange Mudd and get a coffee. I'm guessing you're still asleep. Just give me a call when you get this. Please, Marcus. I just want to talk."

I sat straight up in my bed, suddenly remembering it was Friday That Friday.

Jessica was in town.

I looked around, trying to make my brain work through the brain. fog. The first thing that caught my eye was the indention in the bed where another body had been. It must have belonged to Helen, who probably had to get home to the family before it became too late in the day.

Damn... I wanted to talk to her about Ashlee.

I next noticed Bobbi's dark gold locks spread across the bed as she huddled under my blankets. She was sprawled perpendicular to me near the foot of my bed like a bet. I tried to remember how to me near the foot of my bed like a pet. I tried to remember how she'd gotten like that and vaguely recalled it being one of the last commands Helen gave her before we all fell asleep. Considering the size of the bed, the fact that she was sharing my duvet, and she had a plush pillow under her head, it wasn't the most cruel thing Helen had made her do.

I looked back at my phone, checked the time, and scrolled through the four texts Jess had left me. More of the same. I looked back at Bobbi's sleeping form, trying to decide how to respond.

The only question that mattered was whether I had time to visit my old neighborhood halfway across the city to share a cup of coffee with my ex and gloat.

The answer? Not really, no.

I texted her back: Hey. I'm not gonna be able to meet you for coffee. I have a busy day. I'm having a party at my place tonight, though. If you want to come, send me the address of the place you're staying. I'll send a car to pick you up. If not, I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing, but wish you luck. Tell Dillon I said hey, and I'll see him tonight.

Hitting send, I tossed my phone on the bed, stood up, and headed to the shower. Within a few minutes, the bathroom filled with steam as I stood under a deluge of hot water pouring from an overhead shower. It stretched five to seven feet across in both directions and had some of the best water pressure I had ever experienced. In the center sat a stone bench, and was taking advantage of it, letting the downpour wash over me as I thought about seeing Jess again.

Why had I agreed to meet with her? What could I have possibly been thinking? That conversation had happened before Vegas and felt like a lifetime ago. I was a different person. I hadn't planned on getting back together with her. Was I really that interested in rubbing my good fortune in her face, or had I intended to fuck her one last time for closure?

The last thing I wanted was for her to think we were getting back together. No way in hell would ever happen, especially when I had proposals from women like Danni to consider. Not to say Jess wasn't beautiful; she certainly was. Aside from the cheating and lack of ambition, she'd been sweet, fun, and enthusiastic in the sack, but Danni was in a completely different realm from Jessica. There was no competition if I had to choose between them to be my girlfriend.

Would sleeping with her grant me closure? Did I even need closure anymore? Not really.

What about gloating? Did I even care enough about her to bother? | remembered a sad Marcus from three weeks ago, sitting in that coffee shop with Dillon, and a massive part of me enthusiastically answered yes.

"Marcus?" A tentative voice asked in a tone I never thought I'd hear from her.

Drawn out of my contemplation, saw Bobbi's silhouette standing just inside the bathroom's doorway, steam obscuring her finer details. She was completely nude except for the collar Helen had bought her.

"What?" I said. I might have snapped a little, but that was just a combination of what had occupied my thoughts before she Interrupted me and the fact that I was used to speaking a certain way toward her.

"I just thought..." Her voice trailed off as she looked back at me, and I detected a tinge of sullenness in her words.

"What is it?" I said in the same tone.

The shower was running, and I..."

I waited for her to finish, but after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Never mind."

She started to turn, and I said, "Wait."

I was slightly surprised to see her come to an immediate halt, pausing mid-turn so that I got a good look at her profile. With her detalls concealed in the mist, I appreciated her basic shape more. Compared to the average woman, Bobbi was slender, with a flat belly and tiny waist that flared into lovely, shapely hips. Her ass wasn't as developed as Helen's or Danni's; it was more on the perky side but more prominent than Erin's. Her B-cup tits were the perfect size for her more petite frame and hung beautifully from her chest the way natural breasts did. Her body was a work of art and went perfectly with her large eyes and delicate features.

I rose to my feet. 'Come here."

The mist obscured Bobbi's features too much for me to tell exactly how she felt about being given orders, but after a moment's hesitation, she turned back and approached me with a slow galt. Each step took an agonizing amount of time until she finally joined me under the hot water, staring up at me through slitted eyes as the shower washed over us.