Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

the last three days now, taking it with me to work every day.

“We started off so intense,” I say without thinking. “He was the most devilish man. The words he’d say to me, Ana, he wouldn’t hold back, and yet now…”

“Now what?” she prods, holding her breath.

“Now he’s so…feeling.”

“You’re breaking down his layers.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“He’s sending you flowers and beautiful notes, what do you think?”

I laugh. “I think I like this side of Aidan very much.”

“Just think,” she says cheekily, “he’s opening his heart to you, and when the time is right, you’ve got the dirty man whispering all kinds of sordid things to you when things get hot and heavy.”

I smile dazedly. "I can' twait."

"I can't wait for you."

I get off the phone with Ana shortly after. Then I’m pacing the tiny apartment, cleaning up and trying so very hard not to message Aidan. I’ve messaged him a lot today, and he’s been sort of quiet. I don’t want to come on super strong. I lay out my blanket on the couch and set up my phone cord with the extension cord, so I don’t have to get up to check my messages. I lay under the covers and stare at the TV as it plays Friends on mute.

I can’t stop thinking about this man.

It’s driving me insane.

I think about his touch. The way he gripped my ass. How soft his lips were. How hard he got when he pressed me against the tree. He's big.

I want to touch myself all over again because I have so much new material to work with, but I know it will just end up feeling hollow. I want Aidan's touch. His fingers and his tongue and his dirty words in my ear.

I’m in a light doze when I hear my phone vibrate under my pillow. I pull it out, wincing because it’s dark in the apartment and the screen light is awful.

A.W.: You up?

I quickly message back.

Ivy: Now I am.

A.W.: Excellent.

Ivy: What are you up to?

A.W.: I’m out front.

Ivy: Out front where?

A.W.: Of your building.

Ivy: Really?

A.W.: Wanna go for a drive?

I sit up now, wide awake.

Ivy: Hell yeah.

A.W.: Alright, temptress. I’m waiting.

Ivy: Just need to change.

A.W.: Come down in your pjs. We won’t be long.

Oh, my God, he’s here. Why doesn’t this ever get old? I’m so fucking excited, my heart is in my throat.

I jump off the couch and slip into my warm slippers. I grab my jacket, not even bothering to wear it as I grab the apartment key and race out of there, locking up behind me.

I take the elevator down and then hurry to the entrance door. I already see his blue car parked out front, turned on. Aidan is standing out front in a light grey suit. He’s leaning back against the car, hands in his pockets. The second he sees me he stands up straight and removes his hands. Excitement zips through me, and I pretty much lunge into his arms, greeting him with a huge hug. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. My smile is so wide, my cheeks freaking hurt.

“Not fair,” I admonish him straight away, looking up at him. “You’re in a suit, Mr West!”

“You like me in a suit,” he replies, smiling softly down at me.

“I could have dressed more appropriately.”

“I love what you’re wearing. You’ve got, what is this bullshit, is that the cookie monster all over your pants?”

My cheeks are red. “It is.”

“Of all the Sesame Street characters, this fucker is exactly what I would have picked for you.”

“Who was your favorite?”

“I never watched Sesame Street, Ivy. I didn’t even have a fucking TV in my house.”

I pull a face. “That’s depressing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop depressing me.”

He laughs and lets me go. He opens the passenger door for me. “Get in, temptress.”

“Such a gentleman, Mr West.”

“Only to you.”

I get in. I would do anything he tells me right now. He shuts the door and comes around to his side. There’s soft music already playing in the car. It’s Mirror by Serhat Durmus. Aidan West has good taste.

He slides in next to me. We peel out of there. His car’s engine roars as he takes off down the street. His warm hand is already around mine like it’s second nature – like he’s done it a million times before – and I sit there, dazed, happy, looking out into the night.

I don’t ask him where we’re going. He just drives. His music is dreamy and hypnotic. It makes for the perfect drive. He slows down outside the city, cruising along a picturesque route with fields and crowded autumn-colored trees. It looks spooky in the dark. He parks along the side of a completely empty road. There are no streetlights, no sign of life. When he turns off the engine, we’re submerged in darkness.

His voice is tender. “Close your eyes, Ivy.”

I look at him, curious. “What are we doing?”

He’s being a busy body, grabbing at a paper bag that has been sitting between us. He looks at me, smirking. “Close your eyes, my sweet little seductress.”

I close my eyes, sitting still as I hear him rummage around. “Can I at least peek?”

“You may absolutely not peek.”

“Okay. What are you doing then?”

“I am doing stuff and things.”

I let out a laugh. “Why so vague, Mr West?”

“I don’t know what it is when you say my name, Ivy, but it sends a pulse straight to my cock, and I’m trying not to go cross-eyed with wanting to fuck you, so be silent for a minute, temptress.”

I go completely silent, smiling weakly. When he talks like that – when I hear it – I forget to breathe. Aidan is the perfect blend of sweet and dirty.

I don’t know what he’s doing, but I’m almost scared to open my eyes because I just don’t know what to expect. This has come out of nowhere, and I’m anxious.

“Turn to me,” he orders softly.

I twist my body around, trying to face