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    It’s New York City Anything Can Happen – (Chapter: 10)

    Story written on January 23, 2007 by sonluveryo.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=13248
    Author Notes:

    “Wait what are you doing…?”

     
    "Ashley!" she cried out breathlessly and stormed over to me to pull me into a passionate kiss grinding her hips hard into mine. I moaned loudly into her mouth and reacted by pulling the blonde closer to me. I pulled back when I heard a whistle come form the couch behind us. I unhitched my lips from hers and turned to stare hard at the raven-haired boy on my couch.
     
    "Don’t you have some place to be?"
     
    "No…no I don’t not if this is that kinky girl you were talking about yesterday…" he winked at Spencer. My Spencer. I picked up the pie on the table and threw it at Aiden, wincing a bit as some of the bluberry found its place on my white couch. The blonde beside me giggled and I found a good feeling rise in my chest. I always felt that feeling whenever my lawyer was around.
     
    "Leave.now," I said through gritted teeth. My mouth only gritted tighter as I felt a hand slide down the side of my body to stop on my thigh, out of the view of one horny raven-haired boy.
     
    "Yes it was nice meeting you…?" Spencer raised her eyebrow.
     
    "Aiden. Name’s Aiden."
     
    "Aiden, we will have to hang out again," I wasn’t listening to their conversation I was concentrating on holding out a moan as the hand moved up my thigh to cup my core. My knees almost buckled as waves of pleasure washed through me.
     
    "Ye-yeah Aiden…uh…leave," I tried to stutter through a sentence barely holding back a moan. He raised his eyebrows questioning me. 
     
    "Is something wrong Ash? You’re acting weird," he asked me oblivious to the hand that was now rubbing me through my jeans. 
     
    "Yeah is something wrong Ash?" I felt a chill run down my spine and straight to my core as a quite voice spoke innocentely in my air, nipping my earlobe a bit. This time the moan could not be held back and it broke past my lips and into the tense air in the room. I heard Spencer chuckle at the surprised look on Aiden’s face.
     
    "Maybe I should turn off the lights…"
     
    "Leave Aiden!" this time it wasn’t me but the blonde behind me who spoke and this time her voice wasn’t timid and innocent but sharp and full of need. I smiled realizing that I made her feel this way, "Oh and by the way…I am kinky, very kinky…" she bent down to nip at my neck. I moaned again and with trembiling arms threw the pillow nearest to me at Aiden, he dodged it and slowly crept out of the room. As soon as he had gone Spencer spun me around and threw me onto the couch straddling me. She began to furiously unbutton my jeans. I don’t know what the fuck was going through me mind, but I stopped her.
     
    "Wait what are you doing? What about your wife?" I asked. She groaned in frustration and removed herself from my waist to sit on the other end of the couch her knees tucked into her chest.
     
    "I just… I thought you wanted me… What the fuck is your problem? First it’s come here and fuck me and then it’s go away and leave me!"
     
    "Well there is the tiny fact that you’re married!"
     
    She glared at me and leaned forward, "Does that really fucking matter Ashley?"
     
    "Well no shit it matters?" I was getting angry now. Angry at myself mostly, angry that I was such a dumb ass. Here she is the girl I…I love… and I fucking rejected her. What is my problem?! 
     
    "Should it matter when you love someone?" she stopped and a frightened expression crossed her face when she realized what she had just said. She sprung up from the couch and walked towards the door muttering as she went, "stupid Spencer! Come one you probably just scared her away!" I watched her open the door only when she was half way out did I realize I hadn’t said anything.
     
    "Spencer WAIT I…" but it was to late as I heard the door to my apartment slam shut, "love you too…" I whispered before screaming in frustration and slamming my head against the couch. 
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    1. ughhh why do girls have to be so damn…whats the word im looking for here?…synonym for jumping to conclusions?…i honestly cant think of it haha DAMN IT! but ugh..WHY do we have to be like that?! fuck. ashley dont just sit there RUN AFTER HER DUMBASS! great update!!

    4. ughhh why do girls have to be so damn…whats the word im looking for here?…synonym for jumping to conclusions?…i honestly cant think of it haha DAMN IT! but ugh..WHY do we have to be like that?! fuck. ashley dont just sit there RUN AFTER HER DUMBASS! great update!!

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