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Anna pelted out a false moan, arching her back as she reveled in the fake orgasm her lover seemed too enthused about. He groaned, holding her hips, writhing in the feel of his ecstasy as he bit his lips and closed his eyes. Thinking it was the most disturbing image she’d ever seen—wanting to get it over with—Anna rolled from on top of him and welcomed the cold sheets on her back with a sigh.
“That was wonderful!” Her lover announced breathlessly, turning to smile at her, hands circling her waist.
She forced a smile. “Epic,” She mused dryly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
Shrugging out of his hold, Ana went searching for her belongings.
“Where are you going?” The man asked, bolting up right where he looked at Ana curiously.
“Home, sweetheart. I have work in the morning,” She lied, picking up her scattered clothing across the room.
She heard the man’s disapproving huff, which she disregarded and instead continued to search for her things—naked. One-night stands were just not her thing lately, it seemed. Four weekends of some good dick hunting and not once had she found a man that would fuck her properly.
“Well, can’t you stay a bit longer?”
“Afraid I can’t.” Turning to him, she pulled on her laced panties she and spent a fortune on. What a waste.
Mike or whatever his name was, scratched his head, looking disappointed. His medium-length hair ruffled as he then rubbed the stubble on his jaw.
If only his dick was as impressive as his face, Ana thought.
Finally finished with the task of getting dressed, she sighed and flipped her lengthy brunette hair to her back.
“Well, I better get going. See you around!” She said with a rigid smile, applying a little gloss to her lips before she headed towards the door.
“Wait!” He called, but Ana was uninterested in what he had to say, “I didn’t get your name.”
“I think it’s a bit too late for that honey. Bye.”
She released a lengthy sigh when she was on the outside, rummaging through her purse for her phone, only to realize that she had received three missed calls from her dad and four from her fuck buddies.
Muttering a curse, Ana redialed her dad’s number whilst walking toward her car. She knew it was late, but she knew her father to be a man who hardly slept.
John Sparks answered on the first ring, his authoritative voice making himself known—a voice Ana always feared as a kid.
“Dad, you tried calling me earlier, what’s the matter?” She asked, sliding through her car.
“Have you still not learned how to turn your phone’s volume up?” He questioned gruffly, clearly irritated.
Ana rolled her eyes and pushed the keys in the ignition. “ It’s the weekend so you better have a solid reason for bothering me,” She stated flatly, disregarding her father’s earlier remark.
“I want to see you as soon as possible. Be by the house as soon as you can tomorrow morning.”
“What’s so urgent I got a rush over on a Sunday. If this is another of Mom’s little tricks, you can tell her that I’m not interested in her Sunday dinners.”
“A meal is the least. What I have to say to you is far more important so don’t be late.” Anna could hear the strictness in her Dad’s voice, and although she knew him to be an undoubtedly strict man, this time it was more pronounced.
“Can’t you tell me over the phone?” She questioned wryly.
“No. Look, I would rather not wake your mother, so I’ll put this conversation to an end. Bill see you tomorrow.” With that said, the line went dead.
Ana threw it on the passenger’s seat and focused ahead, groaning at the traffic in front of her. When she came upon the hustle and bustle of honking cars that buzzed in agitation, Anna eased back into the seat and blew out a breath.
Questions plagued her mind, about her father’s call. She wondered what could be important that he had been so adamant about it. There were times when urgent calls like this one prompted visits from the two, but those weren’t that essential, Anna thought in retrospect.
When the traffic cleared after minutes of waiting, Anna drove home to her penthouse suite. Thanks to her parents, she was able to afford such delicacies, which made her much more of a wilding. Babe could get anything she wanted and that included having men at her beck and call.
Not only had her riches come into play where that was concerned, but she also had looks that would make the men look. She used that to her advantage and also the fact that she loved sex, so what would it hurt being a young, single, carefree beauty?
Once at her place, Anna kicked off her shoes and briefly closed her eyes as her soles met with the flat flooring. She strolled to her glamorous bedroom and plopped down in the bed, pondering on a shower but felt almost useless. It seemed an hour of the fake sex could take a toll on you. She had tried to finish her night off with a mind-blowing orgasm. She had tried and tried but eventually, she gave up and failed, after giving her lover almost five.
It had been a long time since she had a good lay and boy was she getting desperate.
With a huff, Anna lazily lifted herself from the comfortable mattress and dragged herself to the bathroom where she had a quick warm shower and went to bed.
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Morning came and like most mornings, it was the ringing of her cell phone that woke up Anna, not the alarm clock. Face still buried in her pillow, she searched blindly for her phone, bringing it to her ear when she found it.
“Yeah?” She groggily answered, slightly easing up so as not to sound so muffled.
“Bitch, where are you?” A voice questioned. Anna recognized it to be her best friend, Stella’s voice.
“In bed, why are you calling me?”
“James said he just left your Dad’s house and guess who he saw there, Stella exclaimed, voice rising in excitement.
Anna eased up fully, knowing that her best friend was always a good source for juicy gossip.
“Who?” She quizzed eagerly.
“Brace yourself,” Stella squeaked.
Anna rolled her eyes, “Gee, would you quit being such a drama queen?”
“Tony Grey!”
Anna froze solid in that spot, taking a moment to fully process her Friend’s words. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat, trying to seem unaffected.
“Why is he here?” She asked a bit stiffly, “Why is he back?”
