Master of Lust

Chapter - 155

Rick's senses were abruptly jolted awake by the vibration of his phone, and he groaned as he fumbled to locate it. An internal plea echoed in his mind, hoping this call wasn't another urgent emergency. His bleary eyes squinted at the screen, revealing his father's name.

A sudden wave of guilt and anxiety washed over him – he hadn't anticipated his father reaching out, especially after the chaotic events of the previous night.

Reluctantly, he accepted the call, attempting to infuse his voice with a nonchalant air. "Hey, Dad. What's going on?"

His father's voice crackled through the phone, a mixture of concern and weariness evident. "Rick, how are you? And where are you?" The questions hung in the air, loaded with unspoken implications.

"Ummm... I am okay, Dad. Just taking it easy at my place," Rick fibbed, crossing his fingers that his father wouldn't discern the muffled sounds of shifting sheets emanating from beside him or catch wind of Amanda's gentle snores in the background.

"Are you sure? You sound tired. Perhaps it would be a good idea to return to the hospital and allow the doctors to conduct another examination." Rick's father spoke, expressing his concern.

A heavy exhale escaped Rick's lips. His father's concern loomed, magnified by the calamity of the previous night. The effects of the pain medication were gradually fading, and Rick found himself becoming acutely aware of every pang, throb, and smarting sensation throughout his body. "Dad, really, I am okay. It's just a minor thing. I have got my medicines handy.

I'll manage, promise."

"Nothing? Rick, you got stabbed. That's not nothing," his father snapped.

A pang of discomfort flickered through Rick. He hadn't intended to stir up his father's emotions. Rick was well aware that his father remained on edge, especially after witnessing him and Olivia together. All he wanted was for his dad to give him a chance to explain before jumping to conclusions.

"Anyhow," his father interjected, switching the subject just as Rick had anticipated, "I have got something to share with you..." "

"I am heading back home." Rick's father finally spoke.

Rick experienced a sudden jolt of surprise. The notion of his father departing so swiftly caught him off guard, especially considering Emily hadn't yet woken up. Their families had always been tight-knit, and given his dad's recent support for Olivia, Rick assumed his father would stick around until things settled.

"Going back home? Why? What's the matter?" Rick inquired, curiosity etched on his face.

"Nothing's wrong, Rick. I just need some time. I need to get better, and my head keeps hurting all the time."

A surge of guilt swept over Rick. He could sense his father wasn't being entirely truthful. The real reason lingered in the air, plain to see, even if his dad wasn't ready to confront it.

"Alright, son, I'll catch up with you later. Got a lengthy drive ahead of me," his father declared, and before Rick could interject, he swiftly appended.

"I do hope you're careful seeing how Greg might not take too well to this new development between you and Olivia." With that, his father cut the call and left Rick reeling in the aftermath.

Rick stared at his phone, a bunch of irritating emotions consuming him all at once. He was sad that his father was leaving, angry that he was judging him, guilty that he was lying to him, and scared that his father wouldn't accept his love for Olivia. Well, he wasn't actually worried about the his father accepting him and Olivia.

Rick knew that if he could have a normal conversation with his father, one that did not end with a warning or a goodbye., he could explain everything and his father wouldn't need to be so wary about it all.

Exhaling heavily, he stowed his phone away. Shifting his gaze, he observed Amanda, nestled in peaceful slumber within the cradle of his arms. Her beauty, untouched by awareness, painted a picture of innocence, oblivious to the tempest within Rick's thoughts. An unwelcome realization dawned upon him.

During the short time he'd known Amanda, the only activity they'd ever indulged in was fucking. He knew he was only with her because she was convenient, and also because she was available, which really was not fair to such an amazing woman.

He gently moved her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. He felt a surge of affection and gratitude for her. She was kind, loyal, supportive, and understanding. She never asked him for anything, never complained, never pressured him.

She was always there for him whenever he needed her, and didn't question whatever he wanted from her. She was his friend even though they didn't really talk about stuff that truly mattered. Rick knew she deserved better than him.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her closer. He wanted to make it up to her, to show her how much he appreciated her, how much he cared for her. Maybe he could take her out for dinner, to a nice restaurant, somewhere romantic, somewhere the food was sublime and the atmosphere was tranquil.

Perhaps he could buy her a gift, something special, something she liked like some expensive piece of jewellery? Women liked jewellery, right? Taking a trip to somewhere nice was not a bad idea, either. He could take her to somewhere relaxing, like a resort or fancy island.

Rick knew that any of these ideas would work, but he also knew that they were not enough. They were just superficial gestures, there wasn't any care behind them. Maybe they could just stay at home, and Rick could draw her a nice, luxurious bath, combined with the most expensive fragrances he could find. He would give her a massage after, let her relax and be pampered.

Just then, Amanda woke up. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, snuggling in closer to him, she said, "Good morning, handsome. Sleep well?"

Rick smiled and kissed her between the eyebrows. "Mornin', beautiful. I slept well, thanks to you."

Amanda kissed him properly on the mouth, morning breath be damned. "I'm glad. You looked so tired last night. How are you feeling now? We need to get something in you, so you can take your dose."

"Fret not, my dear. I am the epitome of robust health, like a stallion in its prime," Rick flashed a mischievous grin, "I am sure my stamina from last night's performance attested to that."

Amanda playfully jabbed a finger at his side, relishing in the satisfying twitch that crossed Rick's face. A triumphant smirk claimed her features. "Stallion, you say huh? That jab seemed to hit a nerve, or was it a rib?"

"Okay, you got me there. Anyway, forget about all that. You wanna do something?" Rick said, trying not to embarrass himself.

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Something fun. We don't really do anything together except have sex."

Amanda cocked her head to the side. "I was under the impression that whatever was between us was limited to just that."

Rick's fingers drew circles on her naked back, relishing in how her skin raised with goosebumps. "Yeah, but who knows? You might like my company outside of the bedroom. Like that date. And of course, after the date we can continue."

Amanda's lips stretched into a wide grin and she turned in Rick's arms. She flung a leg over Rick's hips, and rested her head on her palm. Rick stared at the way her luscious breasts jiggled in place.

They were the perfect size, not too big that they sagged, nor were they too small to not notice. Just the right size that whenever Rick held them, they would not fit in his palms, but were no basketball either. Ahhhaa... And the softness.

Amanda had a body to quite literally die for, or maybe even kill for. Full hips, petite waist, strong, beautiful thighs that felt absolutely like heaven to be in between, a sexy collarbone, perky breasts, and a butt that had everyone wondering how it was natural.

She ran her smooth fingers over the fuzz on his chest. "I don't mind even if you don't want to take it further, you know. I like having sex with you. Your touch, it makes me…" She trailed off thinking of the right word.

"Crazy?" Rick supplied.

"Electrified," she said. "Like I am totally charged up whenever you touch me. Like I want to be good for you. Want to be everything you think about for the rest of the day."

"I am glad you feel that way, but really, I wanna do something more with you 'Manda. I want to show you that I truly care."

Amanda bunched her eyebrows in thought, and then said, "We have known each other for quite a while now, but I still know nothing about you. Tell me something about yourself."

Rick smiled, there were a lot of things he could tell her. And a lot of things she did not need to know. So, if she wanted something real from Rick, she'd have to work for it.

Rick laced his fingers at the back of his head on the pillow. "Shoot your questions, baby. I'm all yours."

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