9 - Call Me
Emma
I stood up, not meeting his eyes, and looked for anything to cover myself with.
“Emma, if it’s some—”
“It’s nothing. Leave it,” I said, keeping my voice steady, but it was difficult when he genuinely seemed concerned about me. I found the clothes he had ordered and donned the comfortable long-sleeved dress over a black bra and underwear. They were definitely expensive, and he had got my size perfect.
Why couldn’t he be mean and leave me after the s*x? No. He just had to cuddle me, shower me, give me more orgasms, lotion me, ask about that damn bruise and buy comfortable clothing in my plus-size.
“Emma—”
I was saved by a phone ring. He let out a sigh and picked it up, turning his back and I definitely didn’t watch the muscles of his back clenching as he moved, or e
