Page 4 of Stay With Me

But that ship has set sail for me. Now, I would just settle for falling in love.

I continue to scroll through the news feed but stop when I see a familiar face. “Ava.” Her name is barely a whisper on my lips.

Ava Winters. My daughter’s best friend. In this photo, she’s with Tasha, and it looks like they’re drinking at a bar. Both with big, carefree grins on their faces.

I bite my cheek, my thumb hovering over the link to her profile. I don’t follow Ava. Too much of a temptation.

But the longer I stare at her, the more I feel my resolve start to crack. She’s stunning with her icy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and pouty pink lips. I’ve imagined what they would look like wrapped around my cock far too many times to be appropriate.

She’s twenty-two, my daughter’s best friend, and a girl I’ve known since she was a child. She was always a sweet girl, a good friend to my Tasha, and one of the family.

I’m not sure when I stopped seeing her as a girl, but if I had to guess, I think it was the night of her twentieth birthday.

I was in town on business and had asked Tasha if she wanted to do something. She told me she was going out to supper with Ava and invited me along. Later I found out the dinner was for Ava’s birthday. I didn’t even know it was her birthday. So I ran out, got her a gift before I showed up at the restaurant because it would be rude to show up empty-handed.

I was led to the table, and as they came into view, my eyes landed on Ava. From that moment on, I was a goner.

She was in a deep red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her blonde hair was styled down in long waves. Everything about her was all woman.

The whole night, I was captivated. From the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed to the way her smile curved her lips so sweetly.

I could have stayed there for hours listening to her musical voice.

When I got back to my hotel room that night, I spent far too long with my cock in my hand and her face on my mind. I came with her name on my lips, and afterwards, I felt like the biggest creep.

After that, whenever I was in town, I requested it be just Tasha and me. I told her I wanted it to be our father-daughter time. And while that’s very much true, I knew that if I saw Ava, my mind would go to that dangerous place.

This time, when I told Tasha I was coming to town, she mentioned Ava’s been working like crazy and that she was worried about her, so I encouraged her to invite Ava out with us. Tasha was so excited, I couldn’t feel guilty. It’s been two years. I’m sure I can handle a dinner with them like a mature adult.

So then, why do I click on her link, letting it bring me to her profile, and spend the next half hour stalking her online presence.

I spend my time looking over every inch of her page, one photo after the other. When I get to the ones where she’s at the beach, she’s in nothing but a string bikini, making my cock stiffen in my pants.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, forcing myself to stop, knowing I’m going to become obsessed if I don’t.

It’s funny that I’m pretending like I’m not already obsessed as it is. When I exit out of the app, I press on my contacts, bringing up Madame Millie’s and clicking on it.

My hand falls to my cock, giving it a stiff squeeze to relieve some of the pressure. “Hello, Roman. It’s been a while,” her sultry voice rings through the phone.

“Hello, Madame Millie.” I chuckle.

“So, to what do I owe this pleasure? Your usual?”

“Yes. But this time, I would like a different girl, although with the same requirements.” As lovely as Rachel was the last time I was in town, she was far too meek for my needs.

My life feels like it’s one big roller coaster, for the most part. So, when it comes to sex, I like to be in control, to have a partner who trusts me with their body. I like it a little rough, and I love it when they give me the power.

“So a young, blonde, tiny little thing, blue eyes, and pouty pink lips?” she asks. Yes, I know... she described Ava to a tee. I’m sick, okay? Whenever I’m in town, I order call girls who look just like her. It’s the only way I can get off now. It’s like the moment I came to the thought of her, it’s all my dick ever wants.

I don’t have enough time to date or even to find casual hook-ups. That leaves me with a lot of lonely nights with only my hand, calling out Ava’s name every time I cum.

“Yes.” I shift in my seat, my cock pressing against my dress pants painfully.

“Well, you’re in luck. I have a new girl who just started tonight. I think you would be the perfect person to break her in.”

My brows jump. “New? I don’t know about that, Millie. You know my preferences.”

“She fits your requirements to a tee, as well as you fit hers. I promise, you are not going to be disappointed. If she’s not to your liking, you can always send her home.”