Chapter 28: Chapter 28

We return to the city early since I didn't apply for a leave from work that Monday. He sends me straight to the office and for the first time in two months, I don't dread going to work for not having anything to do. Because that means I have plenty of time to think about it.

Evie applied for a leave today so I really am on my own. I spent my lunch time at the nearby park, just watching people while having my sandwich.

When I see young, good looking couple walk by, I itch to say yes. Yes to being with him. Yes to have someone who'd love me and want to be with me other than because of a contract. Yes to having a boyfriend.

But when I go back to the office and sit in a meeting with an iron lady, I'm all about chasing the bright future, climbing the career ladder without any hassle or obstacles namely a boyfriend or a possible family at such a young age.

I'm only 22 for God sake. I need to focus on my study instead of falling for an established man who perhaps, his next plan is to have a family instead of exploring the world like I aim to do once I'm in work force.

The old couples I saw at the park sort of help me into finalising my decision. They made me think about our age gap. Which to be honest, I'm not that keen with such wide gap.

I remember the list that I had three years ago, the list I made before I started this career, that I will only be with someone who's around my age. That, is actually why I'm so against the idea of being with a sugar daddy. That, is always the strongest reason of why I said no to them.

I even said no to Ray just few months ago despite him being in the age range, so why would I need to take this long to convince myself about Owen?

By five, I'm all ready to go home with a decision to share with him.

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"How long have you been having those feelings?" I ask while I sit on the stool, watching him looking hot and sexy with a knife in his hand, dicing the onion.

As soon as I come home I look for him and true to my instinct, he's at the kitchen just about to prep for dinner. I sit in front of a bottle of Rose with a glass already placed beside it, looks like Owen is ready for me to accompany him there. Perhaps Philip gave him a heads up while he picked me up from work.

"Long enough."

"Since summer?"

He lifts up his eyes once he's finished with the dicing, "To be honest, I'm not sure when. It's between the fucking and the good time we had at the pool, or the terrace, I don't know. I just realise I want you home as soon as possible everyday you go to work. And this weekend, when I see Brad and Dana together, I want us to be them. I know this will probably scare you but I want a wedding with you, a family with you. You're funny, and honest, and it feels like we can talk about anything. Every-thing. We always have fun, always laughing. I want us to never end."

My heart warms at the thought of having him in my future. It seems so right. Because we really are good together.

But I have to ask, "You're sure it's not just sex?"

He sighs, then strides to me while rubbing his hands on the apron he wears.

Instead of answering me, he leans in and kisses me to the point I'm getting hot and bothered, his hands are already all over me I'm sure we're about to do it there and then but suddenly he pulls his lips,

"You're the first woman I had sex with. You're the first pussy I put my dick in. It's like I'm losing my virginity to you and we both know your name, your face, your pink pussy will forever have a special place in my mind because you're my first. And yeah, you're in my mind, Elle. All. The. Time. Probably because you're here with me, living with me, having sex with me every single day and night. But that's the thing. I don't want you to leave, be it from this house or from my mind. I want to have sex with you for the rest of my life. I want you to be my first and my last. I like us. I like how we have fun all the time, be it while having sex or without. You and I are meant to be together, Precious."

I can't help but to giggle, which makes him smile sheepishly, "Yeah yeah I'm a hopeless romantic."

I nod repeatedly as I seal my lips tight, trying to stop the laugh. But my body shakes terribly so I let my laugh out, "You're too cute."

I take his jaw and attack him for another kiss. Now this completes my work day, a kiss that tells me I'm home.

"So you'll stay?"

"I won't."

A frown with a mutter of "You won't..?" makes me feel guilty as if I just stole a lollipop from a chubby kid, so I cup his face and kiss him.

But he pulls himself afterwards, "Can I know why? You don't feel the same way?"

"I think we want different things in life."

"Yeah I don't want a dick anymore."

I laugh again when he sneakily inserts his hand underneath my skirt and lazily palms my crotch, "I only want this particular wet pussy."

The way he says it, with what's pooling in between my legs, I'm this close to jump on him but I can't. I need to finish this conversation.

"I'm sure this is just a phase, Owen. You're in that space where you get high and once this is over, once reality hits, you'll get that this is just a phase. I'm just a phase."

"Maybe you're right," he rubs my clit with the panties still covering my pussy, "But if everyone thinks falling in love is just a phase, when do we finally get to be with our loved one?"

He makes sense. But the thing is, I've never had a real relationship. And I choose not to have one. I choose to have that once I meet the right person, once I've finished my degree, once I'm secured with a good paying job. I need to establish myself first, I can't get distracted.

"I'm not looking for a relationship now, Owen. Not until I finish my degree." Honesty is my forte, so we'll go with that.

"So let's fool around. Once you're done, which is only for another year, we can revisit this topic again." If I have a penny for this kinda proposal given by my daddies, I'm sure I can buy at least a large Neverfull with it.

"No?" He must have read the answer I gave with my facial expression.

"I'm sorry."

He adjusts my panties properly before removing his hand from my skirt, "Don't be. I totally understand."

I grab his wrist when he's already turned his body to go back to his station, "I'm sorry Owen. I'm sure you'll find someone better."

And I'm sure I'll find someone better too, when the time is right.

"Don't worry about it." The smile he has is obviously a fake so I get down from my stool to hug him. I really am sorry for breaking his heart.

"Are you sad?" I murmur with my face pasted on his chest, still hugging him tight.

"Yes."

"Wanna fuck?"

"Will that make me less sad?"

"Isn't it better to cry with your cock inside me rather than alone in the shower?"

He chuckles then bends to take both my thighs so I'd straddle him, hooking my legs around his middle as he brings me to the kitchen island.

"Margo's still here," I tell him in between our kisses.

"I've sent her before you're home."

Looks like he's expecting this to happen, be it with my rejection or the opposite of it. Gosh I'm so gonna miss how perfectly thoughtful this man is.

"The chef is a little busy at the moment, can we postpone dinner for another hour, Miss Precious?" He raises his eyebrow at me while his hand unbuckles his belt.

"Make it two hours, I'm gonna be pretty busy myself."