Chapter 8 Chapter Eight
CANDY’S POV - 8
The sex was phenomenal, better than everything I’ve had with Brent all lumped into one and I have no regret about it. If anything, it’s the first time I’ve ever truly enjoyed being fucked.
Turning on my side, I stare unashamedly at the man beside me, his skin glistening with sweat under the soft touch of the golden sun streaming in through my windows. He looks something like one of those sculpted statues of David in Italy, except he’s not lacking down there. Brent doesn’t even hold a candle light to what he’s packing and he was fairly sizeable in that department.
His eyes are closed but I know he’s not asleep yet because his breathing is too rhythmic and his muscles are still kind of tense.
“I couldn’t stop myself in time to protect you. I came inside you.” He says out of no where, with concern. I was expecting this because I’d seen the look cross his face briefly after he finished but it still jolts me a little.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill thanks to my erratic periods. And I have a clean bill of health.”
He hums in agreement, surprising me. I’d expected doubt and argument but he apparently doesn’t have the strength for any of that. He’s different from what I’m used to, I agree, but that I guess will still take getting used to.
Impulsively, I lean down and kiss the corner of his lips. Memories of the things he’d done to me with them flood my mind without check, causing me to blush for the umpteenth time since we both finished. His eyes open lazily, their grey depth rich with the color and his lips stretch into his signature small smile. Reaching out, he grabs me by the waist and hugs my naked body to his, letting me burrow into his body heat.
“Don’t go looking for trouble now.” He warns in a teasing tone when I brush my ass against his cock and I smile to myself, laying contentedly in his secure arms. This is what I need to put my past behind me, at least well enough to start considering the future clearly. I just hope that when the time comes for this to end and for me to move on from it, I’ll have it in me to pull away unscathed. No strings attached, I’d promised him that and my weak mind better remember.
We slept through what remained of the morning, cuddled together in my bed, and then late into the afternoon. When we woke eventually, he got us food, sat with me in the bathtub and helped me wash up and took such good care of me it brought tears to my eyes. Is this what this is supposed to feel like?
Eventually, he left for his own room because hate it now as I do, he has a life outside of my room that trumps being my holiday fling. And that reminds me, so do I.
Sighing, I pick up my phone and call my baby sister, Peach.
She picks up on the third.
“Candy!” She says into the phone in a breathy voice like I just caught her in the middle of a strenuous activity. “God, I’ve been calling you like forever.”
“Are you busy?” I ask with a naughty tone and she catches my meaning immediately. It’s why she’s my girl.
“Shut up and get your mind out of the sewers. I went with dad to the company and he had me running around like his sheep dog. I can’t wait for you to come back and reprise your role as his favorite donkey.” She whines.
“How’s your vacation going? I hope you’re getting a lot of dicks.”
I contemplate telling her about this thing I just had with Mr. hot neighbor but I stop myself just before the words can gush out. I’m not ready to share it yet. It’s still young enough for me to want to savor it alone before letting my badgering sister into my little secret. She’d scour the face of earth for information on him once I do and that’s not something I’m ready to deal with yet.
I don’t want to know who he is outside of this sexy gentleman who just so happens to be my neighbor and now fuck buddy. I don’t want to jinx it.
“Candy!” She yells into the phone and I cringe so fucking hard. My mother sure does have the worst choice of names in the world and I got the worst of it. What in the fucking Oompa Loompa is Candy? It’s exactly why I lie to everyone I meet that my name is Candice even though I’m not the biggest fan of the name either. It at least has a little bit more dignity to it.
“Not yet, but I’ll keep an open mind.” I answer her finally,, lying through my teeth again.
“You better because all I see around town these days is fucking Lindsay and that retard Brent and their disgusting PDA. They’ve gone public with their shit since you left, acting like they’re not the two worst people God put on the face of earth.”
Though I was the one shattered by the whole Lindsay-Brent ordeal, Peach hates them both more than anyone else. She’d shoot them both on sight if she knew how to and had access to a gun. I mean the girl had literally suggested I put a bounty on their heads with both our lives savings at some point.
“How’s Ma and Daddy doing?” I ask, steering the conversation away from my past. I’m still too raw to discuss it yet. Not even Peach knows all the sordid details of it and the extent of the damage done.
“They’re good. Mom is being her nonchalant, carefree self that refuses to confront anything that so much as disillusions her idea of this perfect life bubble she’s stuck in and Dad is over working himself. I think something is wrong at the company and he’s hiding it, but what do I know. I’m the beauty of the family that can never fill in the shoes for the brains.”
She let’s out a dramatic sigh.
We carry on discussing family and all until I get exhausted and shoo her out of my phone. If I leave Peach, she’ll practically tell me about all of New York and everyone’s tea.
Her comment about something being up at Dad’s company sits heavy on my mind long after the call goes off. I’ve had the suspicion for a few months now but I got too busy with the shit at my own office to figure out what it was.
Every time I tried, it got deeper and more intertwined with other businesses and transactions that weren’t that clear and before I could put a pin in the issue, shit had hit the fan, one following after the other until it landed me where I am right now.
Maybe those same issues that had worried me then are the ones rearing up their ugly heads now and Dad is hiding it because he thinks I’m going to get angry and judgemental about how the company is being ran. Young as I was, I helped him rebrand and build it up a few years ago to the successful unit it is today and I’d been open about hating the way he was starting to take things again and the people he put I charge.
I guess that’s why recently he’s been keeping things from me and leaving me in the dark.
And now this?
My phone pings with a new text and I pick it, ready to set my sister on my father’s tail until she can find something for me, anything to work with, but I see the text is from Mr. hot neighbor. I seriously need to stop calling him that and ask his name.
“Dinner tomorrow at 8pm?” It reads, “I’ll come get you if you’re down.”
This man is not making this no strings thing easy on me. I mean, this is the kind of thing a girl like me can so easily fall for.