Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2)

BOOK: Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2)
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CHASING

Imperfection

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Copyright
© 2012 by Pamela Ann

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

 

Title Page

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32

Note to Readers Page

Acknowledgments Page

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For
those who struggled with love,

Lost with love

And succeed
ed
with love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1

B
lake

 

One month
and two weeks
later…...

 

     “
Do you want any
more cognac
?” the dark
-eyed Spanish beauty asked.
Do I
want any more cognac
?
No. I’m already trashed as it is, but my mind keeps running away with thoughts of the woman who stole my heart, my soul.

     “Sure
,

I murmured.

     Her cat-like smile
was
plastered on her
sensual
face while she poured
. I took a mouthful and loved the smooth burn of the expensive liquor.
Her hand caressed the
exposed
spot on my chest where
my shirt
was unbuttoned. She’s obviously trying to get my attention, but I chose to ignore her. She
took my indifference as a green
light and started to hastily undo my shirt.

    
Hell, this woman wa
s adamant.

    
She started to kiss my neck, chest and stomach. Her tongue lingered around the edge of my trousers. I just stared at her. Waiting to see how far she’
d go to please me.
Women were
always this easy—t
hey never
say
no—a
lways willing to spread their legs wide open
anytime
, any
place.

    
Well
,
with the exception of
one
.

   
T
he one
I wanted more than anything.

    
The one
I fell in love with but
who
walked away from me.

    
Fuck
the blasted karma. My head’s been bombarded with thoughts of her
—thoughts of her
with that insipid man that she’s with. My heart squeezed as I tasted acid in my mouth.
The hell with it
!
—if
she doesn’t want me then there
a
re tons
of women who are more than
willing to accommodate me
….
like
this harlot trying
to appease me and my moodiness, my thoughts queried sourly.

     I groaned as she
undid my pants, slightly lifted my hips so she could
eas
ily pull
them
down. She stroked my semi-hard cock
as she sought my lips.

    
“No. There will be no kissing.
I’ve
emphasized
that fact enough.
If you’re not happy with
it
—you know where the door is.”
I hissed
at her.  H
er
dark
eyes widened
from
shock but
fully recovered
from
it
after a few seconds
.

    
I don’t give a fuck if she stays or not.

    
“Whatever you want
mi amor
,”
purring
as
she lowered her head to capture the head of my shaft. I released a sigh a
nd
leaned back on the couch as she started
to stroke
it
with her tongue.

    
Damn, why did I expect
it to be like
hers
? Not only did she steal my heart, but she stole a
bloody
part of my sex life.

    
FUCK!
Bloody Fuck!

    
How will I ever be satisfied with any other woman if she was the best I’ve ever had? She gave a mean head

and when she takes you—she gave it her all

and
there was nowhere to go but
to get sucked in
to that soul-gripping abyss
.

    
This woman before me—
fucking mediocre
—most of them are
when it gets down to dirty business
.

    
Most women aren’
t gifted, only
some are. And let me
tell
you—there aren’t many of them out there.
Some can be okay, some good, some great, but only a few will seriously blow your bloody fucking mind. Sienna was the bloody fucking package. And I loathe
d
her even more as the day goes by.

    
Finally
, the woman managed to g
et my
dick up.

    
I pulled
out
my
wallet and handed Maria Reyes
a foil
condom
packet.

    
Leaning back again on the
couch, I closed my eyes and thought
of Sienna.
I heard her tear
the foil packet
;
she gently rolled it on my cock.
I met her two days ago at a friend’s party and she latched on like the leech that she is—but
I don’t mind that, not at all
—at least she was honest with what she’s after.

    
She positioned herself and straddled me and gently pressed her wet
,
greedy
pussy on my cock.

    
A soft moan escaped my lips.

    
I imagined it’s Sienna on me
. I imagined the night I woke up from her fucking me
or
that night during Chad’s show in the office.
Hell
, fucking her in the office
was blatantly hot. She became
even more
frenzied
when I held her neck while I
fucked her some
more. She didn’t mind the choking—she just took it al
l
.
We wanted each ot
her—in any imaginable way we could get it
.

    
I gripped Maria’s hips harder—feeling the intensity of my
climax
building
and brewing
inside.
I pictured making love to her—
her
gasping face as I fill her—
her
screaming my name—
her
face as she orgasms. “
Fuck Sienna!
” screaming her name as I came.

    

Bastardo!
”  Maria screech
ed as she climb
ed
off me.
Not
the first time this happened. It happened the night I met her and every
single
time we fucked—which was
a lot
in the last two days.

     I shrugged
when I heard the front door slam
with a little quake
.

    
Not my bloody fault if she kept coming back. I didn’t mean it
, not
really. It just happens. My mind constantly revolves around Sienna. The only time I get a hiatus is at work, but somehow she even manages to penetrate my workaholic mentality at the oddest times. Like I would be spacing out during a meeting because I’ve been thinking about her smile or how she teases me.
Anything
and
everything
—always about her—and I’m bloody
going
mindlessly crazy with this.

    
When will the miserable longing stop?
I hate feeling this way.
I got up and took care of cleaning myself. I’m sure Maria left already—but not for long.

     Strolling to the kitchen, I found Toby sitting with his laptop on the
black granite breakfast countertop
. “Maria?” he inquired without looking up.

“Yup
,
” I said
shrugging
.
“I know I’m paying you tons to do an excellent job—but it’s almost midnight—you need to stop and do that in the office.”

     “Yeah, well I needed to straighten out a lot of the budget. This is such a bloody mess
,
” Toby mumbled and took a long sip of his beer.

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