It was a little before eleven before I finally got into bed after reading Finn his favorite bedtime story. Cora was spending the night over at Terry’s and wouldn’t be back till tomorrow morning to get ready for work. Since Mr. Sturm could likely travel after the conference tomorrow, I had a lot of time to work on some manuscripts. Tonight, I wanted to rest my eyes. It’d been a long time since I had a good night’s rest.
Unfortunately, it was a few minutes past two in the morning before I finally gave up on my struggle after taking Finn to pee for the fifth time. I knew what was wrong with me. I was worried over a lot of things not fessing up to having a child for one. I’d lied in my job resume, to my friends at the office, to Mr. Sturm and anyone who found out, I had them shut up. The more I tried to cover this shit up, the more likely it seemed that I could get caught soon.
God. I really didn’t want to go to jail or worse pay a fine. If I was lucky enough to get fined, goodness knows it’d take my whole lifetime slugging that off.
What if I told Max I had a child, without telling him it’s his? Not that it was that important for him to know, nor was I seeking his validation, but this was eating me up real good. He’d start seeing me as dishonest and the secretive, disorganized single mom who was so desperate to get her shit together and give her child the best. Even though I hated him for abandoning us for five years, my heart couldn’t seem to let him go. I wanted a chance with him. I wanted him to get to know me better. To know me as Elaine the sweet, obedient receptionist. Not Elaine the cranky, dishonest single mom.
Despite his obvious attraction to me, he didn’t seem like the guy who’d be willing to take on a single mom. The minute I exposed myself, that would be the end of anything destined to happen between us. Plus, I didn’t know if he belonged to the category of men who hated kids. It was disgusting, but everyone had what they wanted going on for them.
Ugh.
Padding down the stairs, my steps light so I wouldn’t wake Finn up, I poured myself a glass of milk and sat down by the kitchen island, looking through the peach-colored cotton curtains at the pitch black night sky. I wondered what Max would be doing in his house at that very moment. Was he fast asleep? Was he still up working? Was he sprawled on the couch watching home movies? Was he jerking off? So many questions with no definite answers.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through Facebook idly, reacting to the posts of people I’d followed. I browsed through Ivy’s profile page, pursing my lips at the ‘single mother of two she had on her bio. A warm feeling spread through me as I clicked on a photo of her with her children a boy that looked seventeen and a little girl of probably five. Ivy had her arm around the both of them as they smiled at the camera.
How sweet.
I went off her page and navigated to my messenger. I had a new message in like, forever.
Sky Walker: Hello, beautiful.
I frowned as I clicked on the profile page. The person had sent me a friend request also which I was yet to accept. The profile picture was a picture of a sleek, black car that looked oddly familiar to Mr. Sturm’s ride.
My heart began pounding. Fuck, is it him?
I really wanted to know.
Hey, there.
I fanned myself with my palm as I waited with bated breath for his response. Oh my God, I really hoped it was him. The picture for one suggested so. I messaged him again.
Do I know you from somewhere?
The three little dots at the bottom began dancing before his message came in again.
Sky Walker: Not really. I haven’t seen that face anywhere. Do you, though?
It sounded suspicious enough. Shaking off the feeling of disappointment, my fingers hovered over the screen for a bit as I thought of what next to say.
His message came in.
Sky Walker: You’ve completely taken over my heart. I can’t stop thinking about you, beautiful.
I clamped a hand around my mouth to stifle the laugh that erupted. I felt thrilled and giddy all of a sudden. Fuck, it was him! Oh my God, how sweet.
I blinked, blank. What was I supposed to reply with? Shit, this was tricky
I shot him a text.
That’s creepy.
I frowned, suppressing the urge to facepalm as I hard-pressed the text to delete.
That’s funny. We only just started talking.
He replied instantly.
Sky Walker: I’ve been thinking about you all week before I found the balls to text.
I blushed at that, hiding my face in between my palms like a love-struck schoolgirl.
You do have your way with words. I’m not allowing any of it to get to me.
Sky Walker: It’s sad, denying your heart what rightfully belongs to it.
I rolled my eyes, adjusted my butt on the kitchenette stool, and gingerly typed back.
What do you think about me whenever I come to mind? And you not having a single picture on your profile says a lot about me not taking any of this seriously.
There. This would get him.
Sky Walker; I’ll show my face to you later. Right now, all I can think about is having you here with me, working my finger full circle in that tight clit of yours.
My eyes boggled out at that mental image. Holy shit. He was damn good.
And? What else would you do to me?
Sky Walker: I want to fuck your clit with my tongue. I want to taste you and make you go insane.
I gripped the edge of the island to keep from falling off, arousal making my legs quiver. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
Sky Walker: When last did you have sex, baby girl?
I set the phone down with a thump, taking a few minutes to even my breathing before I thought about replying to him. Holy cow, was this really happening? I couldn’t believe myself, almost giving in to a total stranger. But then again, what if it’s really Mr. Sturm? If so, then I had nothing to lose. I was going to be honest about my feelings straight up.
It’s been three years since I last had sex. Why do you ask?
It took a while before the three dots appear. I released a breath, my face lighting up like a child’s at Christmas when his reply floated in ten seconds later.
Sky Walker: Fuck. I’m so hard right now. You’re so sweet and honest.
I waved off the blush tainting my cheeks, my thumbs tapping hurriedly.
Where are you right now? In bed?
He replied almost immediately.
Sky Walker: I’m sprawled out naked on the couch, watching an erotic movie and thinking about you while I stroke my hard cock.
Jesus.
I slapped a hand over my mouth as Finn’s cries disrupted the sexual tension overwhelming me. Perfect timing. Not.
I quickly typed.
Such a perfect scene.
I took the phone up with me to Finn’s room, resisting the urge to take a peek at the screen as I scooped my little boy into my hands. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his eyes were red. “What’s the matter, hunny?”
“I had a bad dream.”
“Aw,” I pat his head softly, placing it on my thighs. “Now, now. It’s alright. Mommy’s here now so you can go back to sleep.” I pulled the blanket over his small body, lifting my phone to peer at the screen.
Sky Walker: Make me cum with your dirty words, baby girl. Tell me all the things you’d wish to do to me.
Holy crap. He wanted a sexting orgasm. That was my dream man right there.
Suppressing a naughty smile, I typed back deviously.
I want to run my tongue over the tip of your cock, and feel you shiver at my magical touch.
He replied instantly.
Sky Walker: Damn it, naughty girl. Bring that arse to Daddy!