Cinderella - Sex Stories

Cinderella

... “Darling, how was it? Meet me today, you’re telling me everything. Alex hasn't surfaced yet, but the gossip’s already up and running. Did you see him up on the roof in a foul mood? Everyone’s talking about some mystery woman. Give me all the juice later. Love!” The third, Oliver again - this time from ten-thirty. “Oh, honey. He told me everything. I’m so sorry. But I’m going to fix it, just sit tight and -” Delete . Emma felt the anger, the sadness, rising again. Sorry, Oliver. Even you can’t fix this one. There was a knock at the door. If that’s him, thinking he can sort it out with cocktails and a shopping spree… Emma stomped over to the door, opening it sharply. Alex Kane didn't look as if he’d slept at all. His eyes were bloodshot, and stubble had crept over his chin in a way that Emma wished was a lot less sexy. Before she could say a word, he said, “Please don’t slam the door in my face.” Emma looked at him steadily, leaning against the door-frame. Alex sighed with relief. “Oliver told me where you live. He also told me what to say.” He straightened his ...

... shoulders. “I may not get it exactly, but it was something like this; ‘I am a colossal dick, I am not as special as I think I am, and I was such an asshole last night that you have every right to kill me.” Emma laughed; she couldn't help it. “Sounds like Oliver.” “Yeah.” Alex smiled. “Yeah, it does. I’m… I’m sorry.” Emma stared at the floor, blushing, and nodded stiffly. “Well, if that’s all -” “No.” Now Alex was rummaging through his rucksack. “He - he told me to give you this as well.” He drew out a crumpled piece of paper. Emma opened it, and laughed again. It was a very bad drawing of a unicorn. Underneath in Oliver’s neat capitals was written, WISHES SOMETIMES COME TRUE IN STRANGE WAYS. LET HIM TRY. ALL MY LOVE. “I… I have these for you, as well.” Emma looked up, and saw Alex holding the high spiked shoes. They were even shinier in daylight. She looked at them for a second, looked back at the piece of paper. Then, she looked into his eyes - his ashamed, hopeful eyes. She sighed. “Do you like terrible instant coffee?” Alex smiled. “Love it.” “Good. Come inside.”