Free Interrupted Vol 1 by S Moose Page B

texted or called me back. He probably went out to fuck some nasty slut. I wasn’t going to do this anymore with him. He has this idea of me, and it’s wrong.
    “Knock, knock!” I turn around and see a bouquet of lilies in her hand. “For you!”
    I lift the card and read the message:
    You’re not desperate. You’re a woman I’m not used to.
    -Sharp
    For some reason I smile.

 

    CAMILA: My pussy needs something though ;)
    Me: What does it need?
    Camila: Someone who knows what he’s doing. Someone who can make me come by the sound of his voice.
    Me: There’s only one me, Camila. You can try to find someone who’ll bring your pussy any pleasure, but you’ll fail. Your pussy won’t know pleasure until my tongue licks your sweetness
    My phone rings and it’s her. Predictable, yet still I’m intrigued. “Sharp,” she breathlessly says.
    “You’re touching yourself.”
    “I am.”
    “Tell me how wet you are.”
    She moans in the phone. “Soaking wet. My legs are open wide, and I’m looking at myself in the mirror.”
    “Good girl. Put your fingers in your mouth. Taste yourself.”
    “So good,” she whispers, “wish I could feel your tongue.”
    “Are you tight?”
    “Yes, I am.”
    “It’s because your cunt’s not being properly fucked. Do you want me to fuck you?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “No.”
    I hang up the phone and get back to work, but I can’t focus. She’s getting to me. I’m fucking letting her get to me. Unsure emotions are flooding my head. Fuck. This can’t happen now.
    I check my reflection in the mirror, splashing cold water on my face. My dark hair falls in my eyes. Running my hands through my hair I take a few deep breaths. Pacing around my office I think about the talks between us. Rules and order are what I’m used to. This is a cruel joke, fucking with my plans. The only time I show any emotion is to my mom and Grayson. When I’m at work I’m about the business. Sure, I yell when my staff creates dumb shit for me to clean up. I rarely smile outside my home, but talking to Camila is making me feel again. I’m fucking feeling again, and it’s scaring the shit of out me.
    Camila texts me a few times, but I ignore her. I need to keep my mind clear. After everything, all our conversations, I need the space. I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything for a woman. Women lie. They’re fucking liars and I don’t need anyone in my life. She’s not what I want. She’s not what I want.
    But she is what I want.

 

    “WHAT!?” THERE’S NO ANSWER. I look at my phone and notice the call’s been disconnected. “Mother fucker.”
    Me: Just wanted to talk!
    Me: Are you always negative?
    Me: Learn how to be positive.
    Sharp: What the fuck is your problem?
    Me: Life…
    Sharp: Life isn’t about being happy and in love. It’s a dirty, filthy excuse .
    And he’s right. That’s what life is all about, so why should I stay in the position I’m in? If Henry can go around doing whatever the fuck he wants then I can too. I can, and I will. I will have Sharp in my bed, fucking me, owning me, claiming me.
    • • •
    “Rough night?”
    Natalie sits on my desk handing me a cup of coffee. This is what I need right now. “I may or may not have had a few martinis.”
    “Where the hell was my text?”
    Before I can answer, my phone rings. Looking at the caller ID I frown, wondering why she’s calling me. “Suzanne?”
    “Oh my God, you need to hurry and come to the ER!”
    “Why?” I get up from my chair, grabbing my purse and heading out my office. Natalie’s right behind me. “What’s going on?”
    “It’s Henry. He’s been attacked,” she cries.
    I turn to Natalie, with wide eyes, “Henry’s at the hospital.”
    “Come on; I’ll drive.”
    The car ride is silent. I’m not sure what to do or think. How could this have happened? I lean my head against the window, wondering if I should call Sharp. It doesn’t seem right to tell him. Every time he hears Henry’s name