Chapter 1: The Unexpected Reply
Vinny stumbled into his apartment, the bitter tang of whiskey still on his breath, his head spinning from the night out. His phone felt heavy in his pocket, a silent reminder of the reckless message he’d sent Annabel just hours ago. He’d poured his heart out in a drunken haze, apologizing for the mess he’d made of things, for the hot-and-cold games, for letting his fear of heartbreak ruin what could’ve been. He didn’t expect a reply. Hell, he didn’t deserve one. But when his phone buzzed, his heart damn near stopped.
‘Hey Vinny, it’s Annabel. I appreciate the honesty and the apology. I’m glad you realize how badly you fucked up! I’m willing to give you a chance to make it right, but you’ll have to earn it and work your way up from the bottom…’
His eyes widened, pulse racing as he read the words over and over. Then, a second message popped up—a screenshot of a text he’d sent months ago, half-joking, half-desperate: ‘If you ever need a place to sit, you have my face.’
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. Annabel hadn’t forgotten. And she wasn’t playing coy. This was an invitation—or a challenge. Either way, he was already hooked.
Two days later, they met at a dimly lit bar on the edge of town. Annabel sat at a corner table, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulder, those gorgeous eyes locking onto him the moment he walked in. Her sexy smile, paired with that Leamington Spa accent, hit him like a punch to the gut. She wore a tight floral dress that hugged her curvy hips and thick thighs, the fabric teasing the outline of that unbelievable ass he’d fantasized about for months. Vinny’s mouth went dry.
‘So,’ she started, her voice smooth as honey, ‘you think a few sweet words and a drunk apology are enough to win me over? You’ve got a long climb ahead, mate.’
Vinny slid into the seat across from her, trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up his neck. ‘I know I fucked up, Annabel. I’m not here to make excuses. I just want a shot to prove I’m not the idiot I was.’
She leaned forward, her perky little boobs pressing against the table’s edge, her gaze sharp and unyielding. ‘Oh, you’re still an idiot. But I like a man who knows when to grovel. Question is, how far are you willing to go to make it up to me?’
He swallowed hard, her words igniting a fire in his chest. ‘As far as you want me to. Name it, and I’m there.’
Annabel’s lips curled into a smirk, and she tilted her head, studying him like a predator sizing up prey. ‘Careful, Vinny. I might just take you up on that old offer of yours. You still got a face I can sit on, or did you lose that along with your nerve?’
His breath hitched, a rush of heat flooding through him. ‘It’s all yours. Whenever, wherever. I meant every word.’
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. ‘Good boy. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not some damsel waiting to be wooed. You want me? You earn me. And if I decide to take that seat, you’d better be ready to handle it.’
Vinny’s mind raced with images of her straddling him, that perfect ass hovering over his face, her floral dress hiked up just enough to reveal everything he’d dreamed of. He shifted in his seat, already feeling himself getting hard at the thought. ‘I’m ready. More than ready.’
Annabel leaned back, sipping her drink, her eyes never leaving his. ‘We’ll see about that. Finish your drink, Vinny. If you’re lucky, I might just test that theory tonight.’
His heart pounded as they left the bar together, the tension between them crackling like static. She walked ahead, her hips swaying with every step, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The night air was cool, but he was already sweating, anticipation building as they neared her place. He knew what was coming, and he was more than willing to let her take control. Whatever she wanted, however she wanted it—he was hers to command.
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