Wait for Me

Chapter One

           

Will

I threw my head back in pleasure, a groan leaving my throat as I pumped my hips harder into her ass as I fucked her. Her cries peaked as she reached her second orgasm. I grabbed her golden blonde hair in my fist and pulled on it from the base of her skull, heightening our arousal.

"Will," she gasped. "Please, Will."

I groaned one last time before we climaxed together, riding a high that I didn't think was possible to achieve.

I smiled and patted her ass. "How was that, love?"

She flopped on her belly and grinned up at me underneath her lashes. "It was okay."

I felt my brows rise. "Just okay? Didn't seem just okay."

She rolled onto her back and put her arms behind her head, still grinning at me. Her perky breasts held my attention. But her beautiful, playful smile is what held my undivided attention. "Yeah, I might need a replay just to make sure."

I laughed and tossed her clothes on the bed. "I'd love to, Abbey, but I need to meet my mom and dad for lunch." I glanced at the clock and cursed, throwing my shirt over head and buttoning my jeans. I kneeled on the bed and kissed her softly. "You have class in an hour anyways. Not enough time." I winked. "I'm late. I'll text you later."

She nodded as she put her shirt on. I kissed her one more time, and scuffed her hair up. She smacked my ass on my way out of the room, making her laugh and me shake my head.

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I walked toward the table that we always sat at on Saturday afternoons. I checked my watch and sighed quietly. I was so very late. I smiled when I saw my dad whispering in my mom's ear as she was on the phone with one of her clients. She shoved him away with her shoulder and played with her long blonde hair.

My mom is a wedding planner who has a waiting list of 2 years, while my dad is the head of his company that was handed down to him from his supervisor. Both of my parents are successful in their careers and I hope one day I can make them proud and be as successful as them. I was attending university to become a surgeon. When I told my parents about my career choice, they were ecstatic and supportive, but I felt like there was something missing from their reaction. Maybe a hope that I would have worked with my dad and been an accountant? Maybe a hope that I would just be carefree and pick a less consuming career? Either way, this was what I wanted.

My best friend, Olivia, is the daughter of my mom and dad's best friends and she was attending school to become a successful music artist. She has the voice and the talent to be famous. Where my parents were supportive, hers weren't—or her dad, Ahren, wasn't at least. Her mom, Ameliah, was supportive of what she wanted to do and her dreams, but Ahren was insistent on choosing a "reliable career."

Usually, Olivia, Ahren and Ameliah join us for lunch, but today it was just my parents and my three sisters. I frowned and took out my phone.

To: Liv

Hey, where are you? At lunch and you're not here. Neither are your parents.

I pulled out a chair and sat, putting my arm over the back of my older sister's chair. She smiled at me and turned her attention back to her dad. Kimberly was my half-sister, my dad's daughter and my mom's step-daughter. They achieved full custody of Kim after her mother was sent to jail for child abuse. It was a long time for Kim to recover and be the person she is today.

Kim is thirty and a successful lawyer. She has no interest in having kids or getting married, so Mom and Dad leave that responsibility on me because it doesn't seem like my younger sisters are interested either.