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.

stepping into the house, I undressed fast, then swiped my fingers through my folds. I was still aroused and it felt like I might explode if I don’t get an orgasm. It was almost all

came almost immediately, to 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

my entire body shaking from the force of the

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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 I

bed,

the next morning, the money was already sitting in my account, and I instantly sat up, my heart flying into my throat while

I couldn’t be happier, the happiness flowing

my notifications, I noticed that some text messsges were

somewhere to

Zane: nothing too short.

get enough rest

just what I 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? And what if Marco wants to hang out in the night? How would

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 the help she

off the bed, my phone began to ring and my heart lurched hard and I wondered if Zane was the one calling. It wasn’t him. It was my boyfriend,

tightened and a trickle of guilt from last night drifted

“Hi, Marco,”

I informed her I was paying for her treatments today. She was so happy and I hugged her tightly as she cried, feeling grateful all over again to Zane for being so generous cause realistically, a blowjob isn’t equivalent this kind

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

I began awkwardly and my mother’s eyes