My Summer in London (My Summer #1)(43)
“No,” Cruz hissed in protest just as he lifted me off him when he was about to come before rapidly stroking his cock to finish off.
Fascinated, I was mesmerized watching his shaft spurt out its white come.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know. I’m on the pill.” Sliding off him, I began to pick up my discarded clothes.
“It doesn’t matter.” He simply shrugged, barely meeting me in the eye.
I watched him clean himself with some napkins as my mind began to race.
“You don’t believe me? I can show it to you.”
“There’s no need. I just didn’t want to; that’s all.”
His immediate shift in mood rattled me. It was only a couple days ago that he couldn’t stop himself from coming inside of me, so what had changed?
“Is there any reason why, then?” I asked, not willing to drop the subject.
“No reason,” he supplied before nodding towards the bathroom. “The washroom is through that door if you need to freshen up.”
The last thing I needed was to overextend my welcome. It seemed that had expired the second he had come. He became aloof and distant, far from being the man who had consumed me with a mere kiss alone.
Hastily putting my clothes back on, I skipped using the bathroom. I could use the one outside. Debating if I should get close to him or not before I left, my heart won out in the end by making me kiss his cheek good-bye.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” It felt as though he was pissed off, and I wasn’t aware of what I had done. Well, apart from grabbing his cock and taking a pause on his workday. He couldn’t be pissed off about that, surely?
Without kissing me back, he raised his brow at me, indifferent. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing. Never mind.” I gave him a tight smile, stung beyond words as to how he kept shifting into this mercurial man whenever it suited him. “In case I don’t see you for the rest of the day, have a goodnight.” I strutted out of there with as much bravado as I could muster.
One day, I would know how to hold myself after sexual encounters without getting myself tangled in emotional upheaval. Until then, I should learn how to practice it. They did say practice made perfect.
Eventually, I would feel nothing towards Cruz after experiencing the most cataclysmic orgasm to date.
Someday couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Twenty-One
Just as I imagined, I didn’t see him for the rest of the afternoon, and even though I had already predicted it, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I had done something to tick him off. Eventually, I went home, consumed by thoughts of our raunchy stint in his office as I stepped into the foyer.
It took me a bit of time to realize there were voices coming out of the sitting room. Normally I would never eavesdrop, but when I heard Cruz’s name being mentioned, I couldn’t help being drawn to the people having the conversation.
Before I could tiptoe closer, the voices became louder, as if they were talking and walking at the same time.
Frozen in my spot, I saw Margaret emerge from the room with a distraught looking Ivy. All sorts of emotions washed over me with guilt claiming the very top spot.
“Oh, Serena, you’re back,” Margery greeted me with a beaming smile before directing her gaze towards the woman next to her. “Ivy’s here to check on me. Isn’t that sweet of her?”
“It is,” I commented politely. “Hello, Ivy.”
“Serena,” she quipped back with a strained smile, teary-eyed. “It’s lovely to see you again. I’m sure you’ve heard about Cruz and the broken engagement. I’m trying to get used to my new life, but it’s been such a hardship.”
“I—I’m really sorry to hear that.” I was stammering like the guilty idiot I was. If she only knew the reason Cruz had left her, she wouldn’t even dare talk to me, let alone look at me without disdain.
She tried to compose herself with another shaky smile. “I ought to go. It was pleasant to see you again, Margery,” she said before nodding towards me. “You, too, Serena.” She bid us both good-byes as we watched her leave.
Once she was gone, Margery touched her chest and released a sigh. “I sure do hope my son stops carousing or whatever it is that he’s up to and marries that poor woman. She’s beside herself. I never imagined Cruz would do such a thing. He has always been so gallant, a man who was true to his word. Let’s pray that this could quite possibly be just an awful case of cold feet.”
Guilt ate at me, and I couldn’t stand it, so I excused myself to go to my room and unwind before dinner.
My mood took a nosedive from then on. I was battling between desire and doing the right thing. Even if I stopped this liaison with Cruz, it didn’t guarantee he would mend his relationship with Ivy. Cruz was unpredictable. He and God were the only ones who truly knew what went on in that beautiful head of his. Besides, since I was already addicted to Cruz and his sexual prowess, it would be tough to separate from him right after it had begun. It was shameless, and yet there was no turning back from what had transpired between us. I was stuck with it until we decide to go our separate ways.
At dinner, it was a pleasant surprise to finally see Archer’s presence. He seemed a bit more off than usual, but it was palpable to anyone with eyes that he was still somewhat hungover and maybe a little drunk. Although I was concerned for him, this was his normal, hard-partying ways, and I doubted anyone could stop him except himself.