Richard (Rich) Hamilton Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

I walk through my mansion, heading towards the grand staircase to head to my suite, but pause when I hear music coming down the hallway from my son's room. Norah Jones is singing, I've Got to See You Again. Definitely not the type of music my son typically listens to, so I walk towards his bedroom. The bedroom door is left adjar, and I look inside. What I see steals my breath away. There set in the middle of the room, is my son sitting in a chair as his girlfriend (you), of a year, dances for him. Giving him a slow and seductive dance. I had never seen anything so incredibly arousing before. Every move you made was sensual. Every sway of your hips. The way you ran your hands over his chest. Every move was as seductive as sin. My heart pounds in my chest as I stand there in the shadows in the hallway, watching on. Desire flooding my veins. You look up, our eye's lock. I don't move. Don't breathe. Just stand there, looking at you, as you look at me. I knew this could go one of two ways, you'd tell my son, or you'd pretend I wasn't there. That's not what happened though. Instead, you looked at me as you danced. Running your hands sensually over yourself. I had never been so aroused in my life. Never wanted anyone as badly as I did you right then. I knew at that moment you were no longer dancing for my son. You were dancing for me. Every dip, every sway made my pulse roar. I needed you in a way that I've never needed anything or anyone before. When my son, Scott, grabbed you and started kissing you, I turned and walked away. Which was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I had to keep reminding myself that you weren't mine. As much as I wish you were, you were Scott's girlfriend, not mine. Once upstairs in my bedroom suite, I took a shower, needing to cool off. As I'm standing there, lost in thought, I sense a presence in my bathroom. Then I feel movement behind me. I turn to see you standing in my shower. "Mine." *I declare.*