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was taking Heather so long. He’d given her time to freshen up. True, he did ravage her. A pride swelled in his chest recalling the pleasure he’d given her not long before. And Ryan’s own pleasure and release, long awaited, had been completely satisfying. Although, he noticed that he was already hard again. Just thinking of Heather, her passion, hardened his cock.
    Seeking out his new love, he went to his upstairs bedroom. The closet door was open but the room was cold and quiet. “Heather?” He called out to her.  Then, something on the rug caught his eye and his heart skipped a beat.
    No, it couldn’t be. He lifted the photo and article from the floor, standing in stunned silence. Frustration engulfed him.
    “Heather!” He shouted her name over and over, racing from room to room. Then, he knew. Of course, she left. He walked slowly to the front door, dreading what he knew he’d find. Looking out, he saw that the limo was gone and Heather was gone with it.
    Damn It!
    Ah, the pain that ripped through his heart. He couldn’t lose her, not Heather. He may be out of chances. It seemed that the harder he tried, the more he blew it, and now, this.
    If only Heather would listen but he wasn’t sure that she would. The timing made this even worse. Given different circumstances, it wouldn’t have been quite so bad.
    “Heather, Heather,” he whispered. Maybe he wasn’t good for her. All he seemed to do was upset her, time after time. Maybe the kindest action would be to leave her alone. Yet, Ryan knew , even as the thought crossed his mind , that he’d never be able to do that. His cock pressed firmly against his jeans, indisputable arousal that only Heather could satisfy.

3 - Tears
     
    He’s a fake, that’s all there is to it, Heather thought. But she couldn’t put him out of her mind. Her body ached for him, his scorching hot touch.
    Her apartment seemed emptier than ever. Sleep eluded her. All night she’d hugged her pillow and sobbed. Even then, she’d ached for him, desire pressing against her excited clit. The pain was intolerable.
    At least she wasn’t planning to go to the office today so nobody would see her swollen red eyes and ask questions. She couldn’t face questions.
    The chimes of the doorbell echoed through the room reminding her that she’d agreed to have lunch with Jenna today. Her trusted friend was a welcome sight. Heather didn’t realize what a mess she really was, until she started sobbing again uncontrollably, trying to explain to Jenna why she didn’t feel like going to lunch today.
    “Hey, Heather, don’t worry. We can do lunch another time. Tell me what happened, please. I want to hear everything.” Jenna sat Heather down on the sofa and handed her some tissue.
    “I hardly know where to start,” Heather blubbered. She saw the crease in Jenna’s forehead and took a deep breath. She proceeded to recount last night’s events, slowly, between sobs and dabbing her eyes. Jenna’s eyes widened at the pure romance of the story, even though Heather didn’t give graphic details.
    But the crease in her forehead deepened when Heather described making her earth shatt ering discovery. Jenna was quietly shaking her head.
    “This doesn’t make sense.” Jenna stood to pace back and forth, rubbing her temple. “I feel so horrible for you, that you had to go through that.”
    Heather looked down at the floor. “I can’t see him again. He’ll destroy me. I don’t seem able to resist him.” She buried her eyes in a fresh Kleenex.
    Both girls jumped when the doorbell rang again. “Are you expecting anyone?” Jenna was already walking toward the fro nt door .
    “Nobody else, just you.” Heather shook her head.
    “Who is it?” Heather asked. Jenna had her eye against the peephole. Suddenly, she jumped back. “It’s him.”
    “Ryan?” Heather gasped.

4 – Explanation
     
    Jenna slipped out the door and Ryan barged in. “You have to listen to me, Heather. Let me explain,