“I didn’t know you were a beer drinker.” Laying back, I got comfortable, watching the sway of the water. That along with the moonlight reflecting gave us a romantic, cozy vibe.
He rotated the can and eyed it. “Normally I’m not, but this is the only thing that looked good in the mini bar and I didn’t want to go back to the main building for anything. Speaking of, you plan on overdoing it today?” A playful grin spread on his face.
I snorted, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. My overindulging my feelings in drinking is on pause indefinitely.”
“So it’s something you do often then?”
“You can say so.” I took a large drink of my wine. “It’s a habit I picked up as a teenager, and with no parental supervision, it wasn’t hard either. Mom kept a loaded bar at home, so…” I shrugged.
He didn’t respond right away, but from the look on his face I could tell he had more to say. “Were your parents ever around growing up?”
I released a bitter laugh and took another swig of my drink. “I don’t remember my early childhood much, oddly. But as far as I know, I’ve always had nannies, at least until I was like thirteen or fourteen. That’s when my parents figured I was old enough to watch myself. My dad was always worried about business and making money. Mom traveled a lot, which I now know was for more than sightseeing.” I huffed out another laugh. “Funny enough, I always felt lonely growing up, but never realized it until I became an adult. My parents always threw money to keep me occupied, I never had curfews or rules to follow, so it wasn’t an issue because I enjoyed the freedom. It wasn’t until my sixteenth birthday party and Dad was out of town and Mom was drunk the whole time that it hit me how not present they were.”
“And that’s when the drinking started?”
My eyes shifted to the water. I wasn’t a bug person, but the distant sound of crickets relaxed me.
“More or less. I partied a lot.” I shifted in my seat. “Rich kids with minimal supervision and abundant resources at their disposal meant there was always something going on. My house was so big, but empty at the same time. That loneliness eventually caught up with me. So between drinking, sex, and drugs, I was satisfied.”
“Drugs?” I didn’t have to look at him to know he was shocked and maybe disgusted too.
By now I was picturing my teenage self. My heart hurt for the lost girl who kept a smile on her face and hid her true feelings behind shopping bags and popularity.
“Yeah, I did coke a few times, but quickly realized I didn’t like how I felt afterwards and gave it up. It was a nice escape though.” It wasn’t my most favorite time of my life. At the time, I didn’t care enough to know how the drugs and everything would affect me. All I wanted was to escape and lose myself.
“And your parents didn’t care?”
“Tuh, I doubt they even knew.”
Finishing my wine, I reached for the bottle to refill my glass. “Anyway, enough about my sad childhood. I turned out fabulous, so no love lost.” My stomach suddenly felt unsettled. I kept my eyes off him, not wanting to see pity in his eyes. “What about you, hubby? I bet your childhood was the complete opposite.”
“Yeah, my parents were great,” he stated slowly. “I was sort of a mama’s boy growing up, believe it or not.”
“Oh I can see it.” I snickered, this time looking at him. He smirked.
“I was close with my dad too. He showed me the definition of hard work and success.”
“And I guess they’re the reason you value marriage so much.”
He stared at me like he didn’t understand my question at first. His lips thinned and his brows scrunched. “Outside of the fact that you’re making a vow to spend your life with that person, yeah. My parents’ marriage wasn’t always good, but I knew they loved each other. I grew up comfortably. We weren’t loaded like you, but we had money and my parents always went above and beyond for me.”
“Mhm, not a lot of guys have respect and morals nowadays. I guess it’s a good thing your parents were so present. It’s surprising you didn’t get married sooner then.” I ignored how the thought of him being with someone else caused a knot to form in my stomach.
“Believe it or not, it almost happened.” I waved my hand, encouraging him to continue. I didn’t know a lot about Yosiah’s dating history, just his type from him constantly telling me what I wasn’t. “I never was big on having a bunch of girls I was sleeping with. I had my moments where I enjoyed my freedom and slept around, but it didn’t last long. When I met my ex, Iknew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” My stomach sank and my throat grew tight, but I stayed quiet.
“We were together for years, and when I finally decided I wanted to lock her down, she revealed that she didn’t want marriage. I always knew it wasn’t something she made a priority, but I thought it would still happen. Learning she didn’t want it at all caused a rift between us and eventually a breakup. I wanted a wife and kids and she didn’t like the thought of being locked down.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, I swore I could hear a bit of melancholy in his tone, which didn’t sit right with me. As far as I was concerned, no other woman existed in his life before me.
Taking one last large sip of my wine, I savored the sweet taste on my tongue and set it on the table. Standing up, I walked over to him and straddled his lap. I was wearing an oversized T-shirt with nothing underneath, causing me to feel the bulge hiding behind his basketball shorts against my pussy. I grabbed his beer can and set it to the side too. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pushed my chest into him.
“Well, you’ll be happy to hear you were the first guy I took seriously.”
His hands found my hips and he gripped tightly. “Oh yeah?” One of his brows rose.
I nodded, bringing the corner of my bottom lip into my mouth and rolling my hips forward. Heat grew between my legs.
“Sex was more about having a sense of companionship for me. So during the act I enjoyed the closeness and affection I got from the guys I was with. I never felt compelled to stick to one guy or form something serious with them.” My eyes fluttered and a small gasp left my mouth when Yosiah pulled my hips forward and held me there, causing pressure against my clit.