A BREIF EMBRACE

“I’m not the guy you can drag home to Daddy in some defiant effort to show him you can do what you like.” He mumbled, lighting a cigarette and placing it between his busted lip. “You seem like a nice girl, you don’t need to be getting involved with me- in any sense of the word.” Ben added, sliding her small hand from his thigh. The girl looked barely twenty, and whilst he was sucker for an innocent smile, it only came with trouble.  @indiestarter​

Bennett swallowed harshly, the reminder of how he left her all those years ago making his skin crawl with guilt. “I know you did.” He replied, words sounding a lot softer now. “Look- Yas..” The man shook his head, taking a step back closer to the smaller frame. “I know I hurt you, and I know you’ll never forgive me, but this isn’t right.” He explained, taking her hand. “He’s not meant for you.” 

“Why do you think I give a shit? I honestly could not give a fuck who you’re dating now, love.”

He ran this fingers through dishevelled hair, brows creasing together as he continued to look at her in absolute despair. “I don’t know shit, apparently.” He shot back, bemused. “The girl I knew, the girl I loved all those years ago would never agree to this.” 

“God..- You look-” He shook his head, hand clasped softly around her own with a hand on her back as they rocked on the dance floor. “Unbelievably beautiful.” He smiled, the joy failing to reach his eyes despite his best effort. The sun was setting over the large marquee, fairly lights starting to twinkle overhead as the light chatter of guests surrounded them on the dance floor. “Sunset, fairy lights, a beautiful dress..” He looked around, eyes falling back to her. “You got your perfect day.” 

“You can’t be serious!” He scoffed. “You’re rushing into this to avoid your own god damn feelings, Yas.” 

“So that’s it then..- You’re marrying him?” 

A large grin pulled onto his mouth as she wheezed over the foreign air hitting her lungs, an all knowing look of I told you so pulling into his features. “No, that’s quite enough missy.” He assured her, placing the cigarette between his lips before tucking some hair behind her ear. Bennett could hear the roar of the crowd on the tv, signalling the game was nearly over and the scores were tightening. “We don’t have much longer” He mumbled, knowing they were already pushing the limits of being away for too long and her father would be calling him for another drink any second. “Make sure you come down and say goodnight, I love seeing you in those cute pyjamas.” He teased, lips coming to kiss the corner of her mouth. “And the slippers.” He chuckled. 

The term “relaxing” was completely foreign to the man, who’s normal schedule was non stop and sometimes seven days a week. It took a lot to run his empire, and before meeting her there wasn’t much else to focus on. Bennett loved his career, and everything that came with the conquests of high level business; it was thrilling and additive which is why it had him surprised to be oddly content with her suggestion to just lay around on this warm Monday morning. That and the fact Ben enjoyed kneading the supple flesh of her ass as she laid across his lap and watched the mindless tv before them. She was a rarity, energetic enough to keep him entertained and yet calm enough to not add any more unnecessary drama to his life. Everything was effortless and he doubted that she even knew what effect she had on him, laying there in the simplest of white cotton panties and an old college t-shirt. His palms skimmed her slender legs, back and forth over her warm thighs as he lounged further into the plush couch of his multimillion dollar pent house. Bennett was doing his best to follow her lead, do absolutely nothing for the morning and not feel guilty about it, and yet the internal unrest was proving hard to extinguish. His eyes left the tv once more and focused back on the perky ass he had laid in front of him, tracing the line of cotton across the smooth round. It was distracting none the least, and yet a distraction he happily welcomed to play with. Large palm settling in the middle of her cheeks, his thumb began to sway back and forth against the soft cotton centre. Ben could feel the heat just on the pad of his finger, circling round and round as he played with her like his favourite toy.