~Sandra’s POV~
I’ve committed numerous sins, and it’s difficult to find love at the moment. Although my mother and I get along well, being alone still bothers me. It slammed through me with the force of thunder. I lost the two men I had ever loved as a result of my foolishness. I didn’t think they’d ever figure it out. I was aware they were buddies, but I was avaricious. I desired all of them. Ethan was a gentleman. My first crush. I yearned for Javier to become famous and to use his resources. He is the wealthiest man alive, and I desired to marry him. He understands how to treat a lady in bed, which drives me insane. I desired it all and have now lost it all. I’m on my own with my daughter. There is no one to whom I can express my dissatisfaction. I’ve even caused harm to my own mother. I’m back in the spotlight right now, but no man has ever approached me about dating. I haven’t had time to date because everyone is aware of my tale. The last time I went on a date, the guy excused himself to use the restroom and never returned. I am aware that no one will ever trust me again. I looked at my phone. It was a message from the chatbox dating site.
“Hey, we’ve been conversing for an extended period. Don’t you think it’s about time we get to know each other?”
I’m even ashamed to admit that, so I replied back. I can’t believe I ended up on a dating site looking for love. I am not self-pitying. This is something I brought upon myself.
“Certainly. Where would you like to meet?” I replied.
“I’ll send you the address once I get home from work today.”
Jay01 was a doctor and had previously been married. Thus, as he stated, he was aware of my situation without me having to tell him. However, we’ve never met. I’ve been taking classes in healing. Though there is a gentleman there whom I admire. Every day, I pray that he will ask me out. I am aware that I should not be doing so, but that man appears to be someone I can trust and who will not judge me. He is perpetually busy. I fell in love with him the last time I went to the healing sessions when I saw him playing with my daughter. Perhaps my inability to have sex for an extended period contributes to my thinking in this manner. In the end, you can’t blame a girl.
I dragged my arse to the location for my final shoot. Gabriella and I should meet later today. She was the one who brought up the idea of dating sites. In retrospect, I should have gotten to know that girl. She’s kind and has never passed judgment on me. I can’t believe I once despised her for her relationship with Javier. She is the most affable person I have ever met. She seemed to be the one who persuaded Javier to assist me with my career.
I returned home following my last shoot. When I returned home, I received a chatbox message from Jay01 specifying the location and time of the event. I made a beeline for the shower. I drove to the venue wearing my small red dress, which was not too exposed but was sufficient to capture a man. I parked my car and made my way to the restaurant on foot. Jason was the first guy I saw before I chose a table.
Holy crap!
This is going to be outstanding. I’m meeting with a man from an online dating site, and my everyday crush is also here. I had a strong desire to run. I desired to dig a hole beneath my feet for it to devour me whole. I took a seat and waited awkwardly.
This is going to be fun! That is what I said shamelessly to myself.
Jason was approaching my table when I noticed him.
Fuck!
What am I to say to him? That I’m awaiting my mother? He sat after drawing a chair.
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“You seem to be at the wrong table, Ms. Williams. I prepared a table for us in the VIP section, but you seem at peace here, so we will sit here.”
My eyes widened, and my heart began to pound in my chest, along with my throbbing core.
What if Jason turns out to be Jay01?
No, that cannot be the case. I’ll have to confirm it with him.
“And you are…” He abruptly cut me off.
“I know what you’re going to say. Yes, my name is Jay01.”
My heart was racing at such a rate that I couldn’t believe it was mine. I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack. I swallowed down the water on the table as I took a deep breath.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and so, did he. Has he been feeling the same way about me during the healing section? There was a palpable sense of unease in the air. His eyes were widening on me. Although he has not touched me, I am dripping wet. My pussy was pulsating continuously. My nipples remained stiff in the light of his gaze. To avoid shame, I had to cross my legs. To suppress a moan, I bit my lower lip. I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
What is going on with me?
One thing I am certain of is that if I remain seated here, I will not survive another second without leaping on top of him. It’s wrong, gravely wrong, yet it’s how I’m feeling.
Without diversion of the gaze. He rubbed his chin.
“I think we will have to eat in,” he remarked.
Without thinking, I simply nodded. “Follow me,” he said. I jumped into my car, and he jumped into his and began tailing him. We arrived at a lovely villa, which we both went to. He escorted me to the front door of the house. I heard him mutter shortly after opening the door.
“I’m sorry.”
His lips came into contact with mine. He grasped my waist and used his foot to slam the door behind him. He bent his head and licked me repeatedly. I was drenched from the way he was staring at me in the restaurant and had numerous fantasies of him sucking my pussy as I drove to this location. He crushed my body against the door, effortlessly putting his finger under the hem of my dress and into my very wet panties. I gasped. My nails sank into the back of his neck. His fingers brushed up against my pulsating clit. I watch as he masterfully circles the little bud, producing an uncontrollable moan from my throat.
“You’re dripping wet. Would you mind explaining how you got this wet, Sandra?”