One-night stands, however, had always been easy to come by and it’d been even easier since the news had broken. It hadn’t bothered me much that I never knew who was fucking me for me and who was only fucking me for my money. As long as everyone was clear about the fact that it wasn’t going to turn into anything more, I was happy. I was also always careful about protection, so there wasn’t really any downside to it.
Now that I’d been reminded of what it was like, though, I was suddenly missing having an actual relationship. With Larisa, it was just too easy to forget that we weren’t even really in one. And then that kiss.
I’d felt more chemistry with that kiss than I had with any of the women I’d slept with during the last few months. What was more, I wanted to get to know her as a person as opposed to only wanting to get into bed with her and learning what turned her on. I wanted that, too, but it was so much more than that. It sucked to know that I’d probably never see her again after tomorrow.
She drew me in, and she had since the moment I’d met her eyes after running into her at the auction. I felt like I’d barely scratched the surface of who she was and what we could be together, but I was already running out of time.
I wonder if there are any rules about extending the weekend.Since it was summer, I didn’t even have a chance at us getting snowed in here together, and yet the last thing I wanted to do was leave.
When the credits started rolling on the movie we’d never finished watching, I sighed and grabbed the remote, hitting the button to turn the system off. I stayed put for a few more minutes, sucking down my drink and thinking over my situation with her.
Once the drink was done, I cleaned up the room and carried the empty glasses, popcorn bowl, and bottle of wine back to the kitchen. Everything was dark and quiet, and even though part of me had been hoping she’d have crawled into my bed—even if just to cuddle—my room was empty when I got to it.
I sighed, going to bed with a heavy heart after grabbing another quick shower. As turned on as I’d been earlier, not even the thought of jerking off appealed to me right then. I considered it anyway, but my dick didn’t seem to be in the mood to play anymore. Even it was depressed that this would all end tomorrow.
Larisa would go back to whatever her life was and she’d probably never think about me again, except for when she was telling the story of her weekend with a billionaire her best friend bought for her. I’d go back to trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life now that I could do anything, and we’d just be two strangers who had once spent a weekend together.