You’d think I’d stop there. Oh no, not Lilly! I then proceeded to rape him the next morning only to realize that he was still asleep when he was kissing me and responding.
This is good because it further lets me know that I’m a complete and total ass-face! This is also good because if he comes back around again after all the times that I’ve practically thrown myself at him, it means it must truly be meant to be.
What the hell is wrong with me? My hormones are all jacked up. Maybe I should stay away from him? He did say one thing before he left that kind of threw me for a loop. He said that he was having a hard time keeping his hands off of me. Me! That’s just crazy! No one’s ever said anything like that to me.
Of course he was running for the door when he said it. Running for his life…I’m sure he was afraid to be eaten alive.
After he left, I spent the entire next day in my bed. My leg hurt so bad that I could barely stand it. Mrs. Franklin sent over the biggest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen in my life and then called a million times to check on me. Shannon said something about how afraid she was about me suing her. If only they knew.
If Shannon ever took the time to balance her check book, she’d see that I never cashed any of her checks for the bills. I’d say she had quite the checking account going on for herself. I wasn’t looking forward to the moment when she finally realized that she was living with me completely free. She’s no squatter and I can already imagine the wrath the she was going to let loose on me for that one. Just the fact that I never mentioned that I was filthy rich was going to be enough to piss her off.
I had to explain over and over again what happened the day before while Shannon and I played twenty questions about Devin. After lunch, Devin called me to check on me, which made my day.
“Don’t leave that bed, young lady!” he joked.
I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. I finally crawled out of bed and got a shower at almost dinner time and that helped me feel better. I hobbled out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, trying with all my might to keep the towel wrapped around me. I was still in so much pain and Devin was right, this thing was definitely going to leave one hell of a scar.
Later that night, he called again and asked if I’d be interested in dinner this weekend. As if I’d say no.
“There’s this really nice restaurant I wanna take you to. It’s the least I can do since I’ve been pawing at you like a wild beast,” he joked.
If only he knew how badly I wanted him to unleash his beast on me. He thought I was offended by his touches and kisses, meanwhile I’ve had to change my panties three times all day just thinking about it. If anything, he was raising my metabolism because every time he came near me or any time I even thought of him, my heart rate increased. High Metabolism equals weight loss. Thank you, Devin Michaels!
I took the rest of the week and the weekend off from work. I spent most of my days hanging out around the house. Soon, my stitches weren’t hurting as bad as before and I could manage to walk without leaning against something. My mom stopped by and freaked out over my stitches and how bad it would scar. Of course, she went on and on about how I needed to quit my job and blah blah blah. I don’t remember the rest. I zoned her out as usual.
At night I sat in my bed and talked on the phone with Devin, who was being so sweet I could hardly stand it. We stayed on the phone until I couldn’t keep my eyes open every night.
Soon, it was Friday and I was getting dressed to go out to dinner. I put on a dark purple v-neck top and a black skirt that Shannon told me I had to wear. I’m not usually a skirt person, but anything rubbing again my leg caused it to burn and itch.
I did however manage to wear a pair of tall boots that didn’t stick my leg. They were just tall enough to cover the bandage. Not long later, I had my makeup and hair done and I was nibbling on the inside of my mouth as I waited for Devin to ring my doorbell. When my doorbell finally did ring, it wasn’t who I was expecting.
“Well, well, Lilly, aren’t you all dressed up?” my mother smiled knowingly. “Got a hot date tonight?”
She walked around me and threw her very expensive bag onto my couch.
“Mom, what do you need? I actually do have a hot date and he’ll be here any minute so could you make this kind of snappy?” I snapped my fingers for emphasis.
“Oh, so now I need a reason to want to see my lovely daughter?” she smirked.
“Mom, you never come over here this late. I know you and you would’ve just called. What do you want?”
The doorbell ringing stopped her reply. I ran to my room to get my purse, and then I ran back. I wanted to get out of my front door as quickly as possible. The last thing I wanted was for my mom and Devin to run into each other. I did not want them to meet. I couldn’t let that happen right now, not if I ever wanted to see him again.