Torn Between The Carter Brothers

Chapter 93

Addison

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I ended up asking to go home instead.

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Surprisingly, he let go of me instantly, and I remained in the same position while he went off to wash his hand of what was my own wetness. My cheeks remained hot as hell while my mind wandered. I couldn’t believe I ended up maintaining my self control, and hadn’t begged him to make me come, although that has been very hard though and I had always given in. That showed just how determined I am to not go down that lane with him again, and I seriously hope that I can be able to keep resisting him during the period I’d be working for him.

“My driver would drop you off.” He murmured casually when he stepped out, looking in control once again and my heart clenched at the sight of his bare chest and arms. He was just so hot… it made my clit pulse a little.

I nodded while exhaling, feeling a little shy to meet his gaze right now. He dosent sound annoyed right now, like I had feared he’d be because I said I wanted to go home. He was acting quite normal, even by the way he walked towards me right now, his hands deep in his pockets.

“Goodnight then, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He drawled and after our eyes locked, I had to fight against averting my gaze cause I feel flustered all over again. I could still feel the ghost of his palm pressed up flatly against my pulsing core and that had my face flushing.

“Yeah, good night.” I breathed out before clearing my throat. “Thank you for the ride.” I added and he hummed with a nod.

“Don’t be late tomorrow, and don’t wear something this short tomorrow.” He instructed and I nodded, and after a few more exchanges, I was walking out of the door, my heart pounding hard while the spot between my thighs felt warm, sticky and uncomfortable. As I walked down the hallway, sighted the man who came into me about an hour ago, thinking I was a hooker. He stared at me as I walked past him and I felt crept out, which made me quicken my pace and I was out of the club in no time. Coming tomorrow, I’ll make sure I always have my tag on so I never get mistaken for a hooker again.

Zane’s driver was professional and didn’t speak until he was spoken to. That helped me gather my thoughts by the time I arrived home. I don’t regret what I did tonight, it was gonna help my mother drastically, and I’m glad that at least that’s taken care of.

might explode if I don’t get an orgasm.

the thought of me laying on a bed, my head by the edge, and Zane holding my head firmly while fucking into my throat, his other hand fucking hard into my pussy. The image had felt so real that I could taste Zane in my mouth and feel his hard thrusts stretching my throat open, and that instantly had me tumbling right into a very hard

my entire body shaking from the force of the orgasm which had gripped me

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my trembling finally stopped, guilt gripped me tightly from nowhere, cause not only did I suck another man off while in a relationship with Marco, I had also touched myself to the thoughts of that person. The feeling of guilt was so intense, I ran off to puke, then I took a cold shower as a way of punishing myself for what

in bed, i

sitting in my account, and I instantly sat up, my heart flying into my throat while my

And I couldn’t be happier, the happiness flowing through me right now knew no

my notifications, I noticed that some

have somewhere to be tonight,

Zane: nothing too short.

get enough

had gotten myself into. Does this mean we’ll mostly be meeting up at night for work? How would I even explain to Marco without him instantly assuming that I was fucking Marco?

head began to pound a little and I reminded myself to not worry about any of that just yet. With that thought in mind, I got out of bed to get dressed to visit my mother at the hospital

get the

began to ring and my heart lurched hard and I wondered if Zane

guilt from last night drifted into my throat for a moment as I

“Hi, Marco,”

and I hugged her tightly as she cried, feeling grateful all over again to Zane for being

mother asked quietly after a while, her hands holding mine. My brain short circuited at that question and I realized I haven’t thought of this yet. I struggled for a response but all the lies I was coming up with in my head sounded

a guy I’m seeing…” I began awkwardly and