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Falling For the Billionaire Teaser
What you doing? I glanced down at the text from Henry and smiled.
Thinking of you.
Aw. Isn’t that sweet? My heart fluttered at his words. Maybe he did care after all. I almost laughed at my thoughts. I was in such denial. It had only been a couple of days since I’d last seen him and he’d told me not to fall him, yet here I was already wishing he was falling for me. I was out of my mind and I knew that these were signs that I should be paying attention to before I accepted his deal.
Not sweet. Just true. Wish you were here in my bed right now. ☺
I see. I wished I was in his bed as well. But I couldn’t say yes until I was sure I wasn’t totally screwing myself over. And I just wasn’t sure.
I wish I was inside of you right now. My stomach flipped when I read that and I shifted in my bed. How was it possible for him to turn me on so much? Even over text message?
Uh huh. I’m sure you do.
I do. I want to slide into you, deep and hard.
Henry! I’m speechless. I giggled as I hit send. My panties were starting to grow wet and I closed my eyes for a few seconds before I heard the beep of the phone indicating he’d sent another text message.
Told you I wasn’t sweet. As if I didn’t already know that.
I guess you got me.
Do I have you?
What do you mean? My heart froze.
Do I have you?
Do you want me? I knew that I wasn’t talking about sex and I sighed as I waited for his response.
Do you want me?
I’m too tired for this, Henry. What do you want? I didn’t understand why he was saying and asking me these things. It wasn’t as if he really wanted me to want him. I knew I was frustrated because I wanted him to want me as something special. But all he cared about was the sexual want. He’d made it perfectly clear that he didn’t do commitments. That he was never going to get married and that if he did, it wasn’t going to be to a girl like me. I wasn’t what he saw in his future. I didn’t have the qualities of his dream girl. Not that he’d said those words, exactly, but it was obvious. I was just a girl. The girl of the moment. I tried not to think about it. It hurt me too much. It stung. Like hell. Really stung. If I thought about it too hard, I’d cry. And then I’d depressed. And then I’d realize that I was making a big mistake even considering his proposition. Then I’d realize that maybe being with him, accepting the contract wasn’t in my best interests. He wasn’t in my best interests. He wasn’t the guy for me. He wasn’t a guy I could rely on. He wasn’t a guy that I could fall in love with that would love me back. He wasn’t a guy that was going to give me the happily ever after that I was craving. He wasn’t going to give me the happy perfect family that I always saw myself having and I wasn’t sure why I even had that as a possibility in my mind. I wasn’t sure why I allowed myself to hope that things would be different. They would never be different. He’d told me several times not to fall in love with him. And that wasn’t going to change. No matter what I wished. I kept looking at things he was saying and wishing that the meanings behind his words were different, but they weren’t. When he asked me if I wanted him, I wanted him to be asking me if I wanted him for forever. I wanted him to be telling me that he wanted me for forever, but I knew that that wasn’t what he was saying. I knew in my heart that I should back away. Now. I hadn’t even slept with him and I was already hoping for a different outcome.
I told you what I want. You know what I want.
Me in your bed? I sighed as I typed it. Why couldn’t he be more romantic? Why couldn’t he want me for more than that? Why was I even considering his proposition? Did I really want to sleep with him that badly?
Doesn’t have to be in the bed.
Ha, okay. I rubbed my eyes, suddenly feeling tired. Why was I engaging with him? What was my problem?
Could be on the bathroom counter, the shower stall, the kitchen table, you name it.
Don’t go to sleep.
Why not? I knew I should just turn my phone off and go to sleep, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I want to talk to you.
It seems like all you really want to do is sext.
Is this sexting?
It seems like you’re trying.
Do you want to try?
No, I don’t want to sext with you, Henry.
Aww, that makes me sad.
Don’t you like me?
I’m tired, Henry. I don’t have time for this.
You don’t have time for me? Why are you so tired?
Because I’ve been writing all day.
Can I see you tomorrow?
I don’t have an answer yet, Henry.
That’s fine. I just want to see you.
What do you want to do? My toes curled up in hope, please ask me out for a proper date. Please ask me out for a proper date.
Maybe you can come over after work? I could order a pizza.
Netflix and chill, huh? I just told you that I haven’t made up my mind yet about if I want to go forward with your proposition. I rolled my eyes as I lay back in the bed. Why had I thought that his suggestion for tomorrow was going to be anything different from what he normally asked me to do? Why was I still hoping that he would change his mind and offer me something more than he already had?
If that’s what you want to call it. ☺
I’m busy, Henry.
What if I take you out to dinner?
Where would you take me?
Where would you want to go?
Somewhere nice. I figured I might as well put my expectations out there and on the line. If I wanted him to take me somewhere nice, he had to know that pizza, no matter how fancy and delicious, at his place was not good enough.
What about French food?
French food is good. I smiled to myself. Maybe this wasn’t so hard after all?
Okay, I know a cute little place I can take you to.
So you’re free to hang out tomorrow now?
Yes, I guess I am.
Good. Can I call you?
Call me for what?
I want to hear your voice.
I’m not going to have phone sex with you, Henry.
That’s not why I wanted to call you.
Why did you want to call me?
I already told you. I want to hear your voice.
Yes, Lacey. That is the name I was born with.
You’re a goof.
You can tell me this over the phone.
I am telling you this over the phone.
You can tell me this while we chat with each other.
Henry we can chat with each other tomorrow.
Can’t you just give me five minutes?
Do you really just want five minutes?
Yes! I just want to hear your beautiful voice.
You’re such a smooth talker.
I guess I am.
Fine. You can call me. However, just for five minutes. I’m tired. I already told you that.
Fine, if five minutes is all that I have, then five minutes will be all that I need. I just want to appreciate that I can hear your voice, delight in it, for as long as you’ll let me.
Keep this up and you’ll have no minutes to hear my average voice. I rolled my eyes again, but I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. Maybe he did like me a little bit after all. I knew that those were dangerous thoughts to have. I knew that I shouldn’t have any hope. That Henry was never going to be my Prince Charming, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that perhaps a miracle could happen.
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