under the spray. I closed my eyes and said his
name, stroking my cock. For a second, it felt as if
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he was here with me in the shower, but of course,
he wasn t. It was only my memories and me.
The contract I d signed a few months back was
with Techno Innovation, who d developed a
software program, which would greatly promote
efficiency in computer communication, especially
in conglomerate enterprises like Evans Inc. I told
myself that it didn t matter that Techno
Innovation was owned by Stevie. It was easy to
convince myself that it was a complete surprise. I
wasn t even present when the contract was
negotiated. When I signed the contract, it was with
a man called Andrew Devine, a very handsome
man, whom I met with only once. I just assumed
that Andrew Devine was Techno Innovation.
Of course, I knew Stevie had made himself rich
in computer software technology, but there were
many companies out there, weren t there? I guess
I had to admit that deep down I suspected that
Techno Innovation belonged to Stevie. My Stevie.
Of course, I had no right to call him that anymore.
Maybe I never did have that right, but he sure as
hell felt like mine at one time.
I glanced over at the phone on the nightstand.
I d taken it off the hook. The phone hadn t
stopped ringing since I d arrived in Boston. Evans
Inc. had offices all over the place now, even in
Europe, and I didn t really live anywhere in
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particular, except in an array of hotel rooms. I
moved out of the house, of course. My ex got it in
the divorce settlement, and I really didn t care. I d
always hated that house. It was big and rambling,
empty really, much like our marriage was.
Anyway, it wasn t her fault. And there was no
reason why I should be thinking about those five
years I spent in a relationship I never wanted,
except that I missed Stevie more in those few years
than I ever had, even more than when I was sent
away to boarding school as a teenager.
I sunk down onto the bed now, ran my fingers
through my hair, which seemed a little too long. I
glanced at myself in the mirror. I still looked
pretty good. I d stayed in shape. I wasn t grey,
although it was a wonder I wasn t, what with the
hours I worked. I saw myself looking back at me, a
self that actually smiled for a change, something I
wasn t prone to do according to the public s
general impression of me.
I closed my eyes and lay down on the bed. I still
had a little time. I didn t want to show up too
early. I d already told my driver I d call him when
I was ready. Stevie. I laughed out loud when I
began to remember the things we did back at the
estate.
The first day I met him, he looked like a
frightened little twerp, hiding his face close to his
mother s skirt. I said something to my sister about
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him looking like a big baby, and he looked at me
and stuck out his tongue. I thought that was
hilarious. I stuck out mine as well, and we then
engaged in a kind of a battle with our tongues
while his mother and my father discussed
business. By the end of it, we were both giggling,
which earned a reprimand from both our parents.
Once Stevie and his mother had settled in, I
wandered over to their quarters and invited him
to play ball. He readily agreed and we went
outside and played. I never suspected at that age
what Stevie would come to mean to me or how
my feelings for him would make me so miserable.
As we got older, I became more and more
aware of how different we were. I envied Stevie.
He never knew how much. He was free while I felt
as if my life would never be my own. I knew what
I would be doing years before I did it. There was
no escape. I would run my father s business,
marry a properly connected princess and produce
an heir for the empire. It didn t matter what I
wanted, what I felt or what I needed. I was the
Evans heir. It was my entire identity. The only
time I ever felt free was when Stevie and I were
alone. We talked about everything. I could dream
out loud with him, tell him that I was going to do
this and that. Sometimes he d laugh. He knew it
was impossible. But there were times when he d
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just let it be and let me rant on, letting me feel as if
I were the king of the world.
Then he shattered my entire world, which both
devastated and fulfilled me in a way I never
thought possible. When I was in his arms, all the
baggage that encased me was stripped away. I
was naked in a way he could have never
understood, and I was completely in love.
That first time stunned me. I d engaged in some
petty sexual stuff at the Academy. It was a boys
school after all with no girls for miles. Even the
most conservative among us fell prey to the more
adventuresome boys. Blow jobs, clumsy kisses,
slaps on the ass in the shower rooms, a nipple
twist or two. It was just enough to cause me to lie
in bed at night and wonder what it would feel like
to kiss Stevie, to suck his cock.
When I came home that summer, Stevie was
standing there at the gate, watching me. He
looked incredible, so sweet, tanned and fit, and he
was looking at me in a way that instantly stiffened
my cock.
I took him for a ride in my new car that night
and danced all night with a bunch of stupid girls,
while Stevie sat watching me. I was aware of his
eyes on me, and it stirred my passion for him, a
passion I tried to calm by copping a feel or two
with the girls. It didn t work so I drank, hoping
the liquor would calm it.
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I was almost angry with him when we left. He
wanted my car keys, which made sense. I was
loaded. But I was really irritated at him for
making me feel all needy and hot.
When I woke up in his bed the next morning,
there was no way to stop the flow. I wanted him. I
wanted him in a way I hadn t even imagined
wanting someone back at St. James. It was our
initiation in his lumpy old bed behind the kitchen.
And when I left his bed that morning, I was a
wreak.
I paced my room, trying to put my rational side
in the driver s seat. My rational side lost. In fact,
the moment I saw Stevie from my window coming
out of the house from the servants quarter, my [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]