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The next day, Gina was all moved in. My mom had already told her to pack and get ready for it before even having that conversation with me. She was a conniving fox.
There was a knock on my door. “I’m busy,” I lied. I didn’t want to see either of them.
“I have something for you, it’ll only take a second,” Gina’s voice said from outside the door. Better her than more threats from my mom.
“Fine, come in.”
She did, wearing nothing but a robe. “Hi,” she said in what I imagined to be an attempt at a seductive voice. Then her robe came off. It wasn’t an utter shock. It wasn’t an unpleasant sight entirely; Gina had a tall, slender, and toned figure, with the right amount of curves. Her bright blonde hair flowed under her big round breasts. Objectively, it was quite aesthetically pleasing.
“Put your robe back on,” I said, turning away from her and looking back at my computer.
“But, but I thought-“
“You thought wrong,” I said, ignoring the reaction of my penis, which was quite different from my own. “I am not going to fuck you. Not now, not ever. So quit embarrassing yourself.”
First I heard some sniffles and then I heard her cry as she ran out of the room. Holy shit, women. Did she really think that that would work? Just walking in here and stripping? That it would make me forgive her for all she had done and we would go back to being okay again? It was sickening, and also showed exactly what she thought of me; someone who couldn’t keep his dick in place. Little did she know that the only person I wanted to fuck was a 20-year-old redhead, whose defiance and stubbornness was enough to give me a hard on. I closed my eyes and lay in bed, thinking of Aria’s smooth skin and soft pussy, stroking myself thinking I was inside it, making her come. I lasted less than a minute. The mere fantasy of Aria was enough to make me lose all control.
I would lose it completely if I didn’t have her back in my bed soon.
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That evening, my mother somehow convinced me to take Gina out to dinner. “I’m feeling particularly under the weather, might need an extra dosage of my pills,” she had casually stated, right after suggesting that Gina and I needed to have some romantic time outside of the house if we were ever going to work. If only I could explain to her that I had no interest in making it work whatsoever.
She could fit in with all the crazy rich celebrities. We could be great a fucking reality show.
I knocked on Gina’s door and said, “I’ll be in the car, come whenever you’re ready.”
I walked over to where Ned was parked right outside my house and made myself a drink of whiskey.
“You don’t seem to be having a particularly good day, Zay. Want to talk about it?” Ned asked upon seeing me chug my whiskey.
I sighed. “I don’t know where to start, Ned. Everything is a fucking mess. You know my mother. She’s decided to extend her stay indefinitely and invited Gina too. She keeps threatening to off herself. It’s frustrating. And then there is Aria…”
“So that’s the real issue. You can usually handle your mother without seeming to collapse with the stress. But your lady friend seems to have done a number on you.”
“She’s frustrating, yet I can’t stop thinking about her. I am supposed to be taking my ex-wife out for dinner and pretending to attempt reconciliation, yet I can’t stop thinking about Aria. How was she? When you picked her up the other day?” I asked, suddenly remembering Ned had seen her more recently than I had.
“Very intoxicated,” he said cheerfully. “She seemed to be having a good time, but definitely a lot of trouble speaking. She was shocked to see me and kept muttering words of what sounded like gratitude, but I can’t be sure.”
“Did she—” I cleared my throat. “Did she say anything about me?”
He looked back and gave me a doleful look. “Do you really want to know?”
“Is it that bad?” I actually felt fear at the possibilities of his answer. What if she had said she hated me?
“No, it wasn’t. I couldn’t make out most of what she was saying but she kept repeating that she wasn’t an object and you didn’t own her.”
“But I do,” I said, confused. “For now, anyway.”
“Well, if you want an old man’s advice; don’t let her feel that way. The best way to win her over is probably to let her feel her independence. If she feels like she is losing that, it will be much harder to keep her around.”
“But she doesn’t have a choice. She signed a contract. She has to be around.”
“Would you rather her just be around or would you rather she be around and enjoy being with you?”
Before I could answer, Gina showed up, wearing a long green dress with the neck cut so low, her breasts were almost popping out.