'You did what? ' Christian scrunched up his face when one of his close friends and co-worker shrieked.
'Could you at least lower your voice Sean. ' Said Christian.
'After what you just said, god no! I want to know what exactly happened. ' Sean crossed his legs and leaned on the leather chair opposite Christian. The two were in Christian's office, chatting away during lunch break. Christian had mentioned having sex the previous night with a stranger at the pack.
'You like gossip...' Chuckled Christian. His friend pinned a playful glare on him, tapping his palms on his thigh as he waited for the man to talk.
Christian sighed, knowing that his friend wouldn't give up. "I was at the pack, routinely like I always am after dinner. While I was just chilling enjoying the cool breeze, I spotted a young woman from a far. " He paused, remembering how her gut wrenching sobs had brought out a part of him he thought he had buried for years.
"She was a crying mess men, I am telling you whatever had happened to her almost killed her. ' Christian couldn't forget the way she had stretched her scarf on the bench. He could make out her stare under the moon light, there had been no light in her swollen red eyes. He still felt deep down that the young woman would have committed suicide had he not been there.
"So I just did what any normal human being with pity would have done. "
"Except that you're not normal and that you don't show any emotions. ' Sean chimed in.
"There was something about seeing her that way Sean. I am telling you I couldn't have walked away. It was just like magnet to steel, her pain pulled me in. " He dropped the pen that had been between his fingers on his working oaken desk.
"So how did you two end up fucking at the pack? " Sean could see that his friend's mind was elsewhere. He was distracted and it was so unlike him to get carried away by his thoughts especially at work.
Christian swallowed saliva before continuing the conversation. " I couldn't help it, Sean I had no idea how to calm her down. So I offered the one thing that I knew for a fact would help her at that moment. " Christian shrugged.
"I thought she would slap me and call me a pervert. I thought that she would threaten calling the police. " Her heart face image illuminated by the moonlight flashed before his eyes. His eyes had never seen such beauty given her swollen eyes, dry trails of tears and red nose.
'I'm guessing she didn't mind. '
"She stripped there and then, her pink bodycon dress pooled down at her feet faster than I could blink. " His tongue snaked down along his bottom lip as her slender body invaded his mind yet again.
He had swallowed saliva painfully when the girl stood in front of him in nothing, raising a challenging brow at him. He could see that she had underlying fear but was trying to mask it. Christian's manhood had hardened, demanding to be released. Her hourglass figure had messed up with his sanity at that moment. She wore no bra, leaving her medium sized breasts out for him to admire.
Christian never took his time to look at the women he fucked. He usually went for models in big fancy clubs but there he was, going against every single principle because of a stranger.
"fuck me. "
Isabelle whisper had snapped him out of the trance her luscious body had subjected him into. He had loosened his belt, opened his zipper and freed his hard member. "Hey man, that bad huh? "
Sean was waving a hand in front of his face. " You seemed lost for a while. "
Sean snapped him out of his perverted memory of a girl he would never see again. "She bent over on the bench and uum, we fucked. "
Christian pushed his chair backwards and stood, heading to his mini fridge in his personal room that was adjoined to the office. He had spare clothes, a bathroom and a king size bed in there. It was necessary especially when he worked late and didn't feel like going to his condo.
'Seriously man! are you going to leave me hanging? ' Sean threw his hands in the air.
'Do you want me to spell the word sex for you to understand or...? " Christian placed his hand on the door knob to the adjoining room.
"We just got to the juicy part. " Sean shrugged, observing his friend closely. Christian just waved him off and disappeared into the room, locking the door. Sean didn't move from the chair, he rubbed his thumb and index finger on his chin. Christian never withheld information about his sexual escapades. He couldn't shake off the feeling that it had been more than sex for his friend.
He finally left the office but not before glancing at the closed door. He hoped his friend would man up and admit that he had broken every single rule about him sleeping with damsel at distress. Sean knew Christian like the back of his hand. He could tell that he was battling with the events that had transpired. With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian.
Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation 1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.
"Damn it!" He swore plopping on the bed. Christian never contacted his one night stands. He just fucked at the hotel and left without looking back. He found it hard however to get rid of his night nurse angelic face and attractive figure. He could still her wetness and tightness squeezing his cock. His hands could still feel her smooth hips as he pounded into her.
'Fuck! ' He poured himself another glass of scotch, his other hand running atop of his slicked hair.
Christian's manhood hardened, his hands itching to feel her skin yet again. He whispered to himself after sipping the burning liquid, eyes fixed on the wall.
I will find you, even if I have to turn the entire fucking city upside down.
Isabelle was coiled up in her red velvet couch, staring at her phone for almost half an hour. The screen would light up during an incoming call, then it would go black once the call ended. She would recognize the number from anywhere, she wondered why she hadn't blocked her cheating boyfriend yet. Her laptop was on top of the coffee table, the words how to deal with stress and betrayal written on the search bar.Realization had since sank in, that only a lover and a parent could wound so deep, cutting to the very crux. Where there was once peace was total emptiness, an isolation coupled with a barricade between her and her family. She had whispered a million why(s) and if(s) but she remained with no answer except for her parents didn't love her like they claimed. She concluded that Dylan and Tiffany had always been fake and mean-spirited.She got up, ignoring her phone once again. Her chapped lips stretched into a small smile across her hideous looking face, when she felt a sweet pain
Isabelle sat still on the black and brown leather seat, striving to push the urge to squirm back to it's confines. She battled with her eyes to remain focused ahead even though she desired to look at Christian from her peripheral vision. Christian observed her stiff posture, her alluring throat as she forcefully swallowed saliva. His eyes went down further to her plain maroon blouse that was tucked neatly under her skirt.The material left just a small cleavage to pique his curiosity. Isabelle felt his eyes on her and she lost her struggle. She shifted on her seat, grimacing when her lower back ached. She hadn't slept for two days, it was by chance that she had no bags under her eyes. The brief scowl on her face didn't go unnoticed by Christian."Relax. " The man stated, focusing his sight back on the busy road."Huh? " Isabelle concentration was elsewhere, her eyes couldn't waver from his hands as they gripped the steering wheel. The sleeves of his button up navy blue shirt were fold
"Welcome to your new home. " Isabelle couldn't begin imagining leaving under the same room with Christian. The man had so much power over her despite the short time they had known each other. What could go wrong anyway? She would be working, she needed to only go through his file and get an idea of what she would be handling. "Thank you. " She whispered. Her voice was still hoarse given the crying she had had. She still felt guilty about creating a mess on Christian's blue shirt. He however insisted that it was just a piece of fabric. Like a gentleman, Christian opened the door for her, spreading his palm for her to take. Isabelle eyes went wide, she thought she was at a fictional place."What the f..." She trailed off, eyes glued on the vast, slick unique house. She was witnessing the finest architecture on a private residence. "This is simply magnificent. " She breathed out, looking around at the masterpiece. Isabelle pulled her hand out of his and took a step back. Questions began
"You had one job, Carol, one fucking job! " Christian's voice boomed in his office, his burning eyes pinned on his one week old secretary."Sir, I called you countless times..." The woman trailed off when her boss lifted his right hand up, signalling her to shut up. Christian breaths were coming out in short puffs, his tense shoulders going up and down with every forceful breath."Shut the fuck up stupid woman! What did I say about dealing with my clients? " Carol hang her head."Answer me! " She flinched at the loud voice that reverberated in the enclosed space of work."That I should never strike any deals with them in your absence or Sean's. " Carol's low voice never shook as she answered despite a cold sweat that had began forming on her forehead."This is her first mistake since she started working here. " Sean who had been quietly observing the scene chimed in. Christian ignored him and turned to his secretary. He gave her a once over, grinding his teeth for what her stupid mist
Isabelle wasn't sure she wanted Christian to find out where she lived. In her four years of studying at the Weston East University, Isabelle never brought friends to her studio apartment except for Tiffany and Dylan. To her, the house was more than a place to sleep, it was her safe haven. Somewhere she could wallow, relax on her own without any disturbances."Uum you can drop me off at the hospital, I need my car. " She stated when Christian asked for directions to her house."I will have someone drive your car to my place. " Isabelle bit down a scoff."No, it's too much work for you. Plus you are supposed to be at work, your phone hasn't stopped ringing." Isabelle insisted, praying that he would just take the hint that she wasn't comfortable with him going there."I am beginning to think that you just don't want me to see where you live. " Chris deadpanned."Look, I know we barely know each other. But I think I deserve some benefit of doubt considering the fact that I didn't hurt yo
"Isabelle..." Christian didn't know how to say no to his nurse without hurting her further."I want to forget. " Isabelle's broken voice was barely audible as she clutched on Christians lean body."You have to pack what you need. " Said Christian, ignoring her whisper. He pried her off him, pinching his nose when she looked at him in teary eyes."There's no need, I'll pack tomorrow. " Christian could feel the indifference in her newly found firm tone."Isabelle you have to understand that you can't keep having sex whenever you get hurt. " Christian explained. The woman turned to look at him, slowly taking her time through her blurry vision."I need to be alone. " She spoke after seconds of silence and deliberation. She couldn't comprehend the power and control he had over he body. She burned to feel his warmth envelop her, she craved to orgasm in his arms again. She thought that he was the only one who could help her forget just how messy her life was."But w...""I will drive up tomo
"I'm so sorry. " He whispered, running his hands atop of her purple hair.Isabelle sniffed, positioning her head comfortably on his chest. " I should have suspected that they had something going on. ""Stop blaming yourself for their selfish actions. " Christian chastised. They remained standing, none of them ready to let go of the other. Isabelle felt safe, a sense of calmness settled in her heart when the man entered and pulled her into a hug. Christian on the other hand couldn't get to his office without thinking of Isabelle's fallen face."Tiffany...She uum she was my best friend or so I thought. " Isabelle sniffed again, listening to Christian's regular and strong heart beat."Hey, you don't have to. " Christian didn't want her to regret telling him.She lifted her head and forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I need to get it out, it feels like I'm suffocating the more I force it in. " Isabelle stated firmly."When you feel like stopping, just stop okay? I am here f
"I can hear your heartbeat. " Christian touched the left side of her chest, slightly above her breast."Relax. " He whispered against Isabelle's ear, feeling the organ under his arm moving rhythmically. The woman shuddered, closing her eyes when Christian avoided touching her sex yet again. He teased her, moving his hand around her wetness but never touching it."Christian." Isabelle begged, it was evident in her tone of voice when she whispered his name. Christian had never heard a woman pronounce his name in such a sincere, frustrated yet erotic manner. He could feel his length pressing painfully on his zipper. He adjusted himself, making the woman suck in a deep breath."Sshh, just feel. " He traced his other hand on the side of her face. His eyes looked at her parted mouth, pink tempting lips that reminded him of candy. When their eyes finally met, Isabelle could see Christian's pupils dilated. Christian on the other hand got lost in her eyes as she peeked at him through her long