Back at the office, I engage myself so much into work that I have not even a single second to spare on other things going on in my life.
Liza thankfully doesn't question my sudden unbounded zeal for work and helps me around the whole time, trying her best to keep up.
A whole week goes by in work, arrangements, reports and analysis that I really don't have time for anything or anyone.
It does help me avoid Jason as much as possible and Clinton's incessant calls, messages and voice-mails too.
My only contact of relaxing conversation none but Liza who did admit she remembers who was the mystery girl the night of the gala I caught her red-handed with.
Promised she would call her back and let me know if I will have to arrange a date for them soon too.
To which I just winked her all the best.
Though she's been giving a sort of 'I-know-you're-hiding-something-from-me-and-I-know-you-will-eventually-spit-it-out-and-I-just-can't-wait-to-actuall
I don't remember how long we were there kissing in the parking lot. It was like the world had faded in the background and it was only him. His scent, his touch, everything just made me forget where I was or anything else.My work least of my worries. Nothing. Just me and him. I drowned myself in him, like he was a drug.Though his kisses had turned even more softer and tender after a while as he peppered them down my throat, nipping at the pleasure point between the juncture of my neck and shoulder, eliciting a gasp from me.Making me tighten my fingers around his hair and tug at it gently, wanting him even closer.Breathing harder, pressing closer and nothing but ourselves to tether us to the ground...Then I blink back to myself as my train of thoughts are interrupted by none other than the source of them.Clinton.We had long departured from the McDonald's driveway and to be very honest, my head was still in that parking lot.
When I say, woke up? It was kind of in a distraught and oh-my-God-where-am-I state.I had no recollection of how I got in the strange bedroom but before I could think anymore, Clinton entered the room. Thick-clad in... casuals?And man, did he look even more sexier in those."Oh, you're awake. Well, good morning", he leans forward to kiss my forehead, lingering the kiss a second longer before drawing back and beaming at me.A little thrown off by everything, I try to speak something but just end up opening and closing my mouth several times.Clinton on the other hand, the true gentleman he is, goes ahead and draws me some water from the night stand beside me.He watches me with amusement sparkling in his eyes as I drink it up.Finally setting it down, I try to gather my thoughts before speaking up."We did not-", I start."No", he says even before I finish.I look at him in question."Believe me, if we woul
Next week arrives with a blur of work and I have a hard time getting a breath.The fact that I had to create a balance in between my secret boyfriend and best friend wasn't helping enough either. Secret boyfriend because paparazzi can't know about us and we would like to avoid any until we actually get caught and Jason can't know that way either. Considering I almost slipped it out to him a bazillion times in a week is no surprise either.By the time weekend arrives, I'm beat. This doesn't stop Liza to drag my ass for clubbing though."God, Liza! Last thing I want to do is party after the week I had. Even a spa at this point would suffice or much better, leave me alone", I exclaim on the phone."That's exactly why I need your ass out in about an hour. I talked to Clinton too and he's ready to kick it, so I don't need any excuses, okay?", she orders."But what-", I start but she hangs up instantly."-about, Jason", I trail off and stare at my
I feel the sheets underneath my naked and sensitive skin as I lay down on them gently. Easing my way into the covers, arching my back as I feel it grazing my tender nipples.My hands start working on my body as I slide them from my thighs to my neck only stopping enough to gently squeeze the globes on my chest and arching my back again, getting more wet with every minute in that place between my legs.I moan softly before sliding one of my hands from my neck to that wet-ness while the other hand works on my breast, squeezing them enough to elicit a moan as anticipation builds in my core.Just when I'm about to reach my clit, a hand stops me and instantly my eyes blink open to a pair of familiar ones."Jason?""Yup that's me, now where were we, love?" he wonders about himself.My heart rate increases as I realize he's hovering over me.Oh My God."Ah
After Clinton had gone, it was hard to not feel mad at Jason. Every time he joked around me, tried to tease me or even try to touch me, I would just get another notch irritated with his presence.Even the ice cream tasted bland. And don't even get me started on the stuff Clinton bought. I had a hard time swallowing it down my throat and not bursting into tears. My face had nearly started to ache from passing out fake smiles all day.All I wanted to do was lash out.I don't know how but we made it till dinner, having watched movies all day. Jason had ordered some pizza because none of us were in the mood to cook despite having sat on our asses all day.We were sprawled in front of my couch, on the carpet. Me on one end and Jason on the other with huge packets of this and that lying around us.We had just finished another movie and I was about to suggest another before Jason switched off t
We fit together like pieces of a puzzle and I crumble in his arms like an autumn leaf. His kiss so soft yet hard and felt. I shiver from the passion in it.We crumble on the ground in each other's embrace and he pulls me in his lap, having withdrawn from the kiss now only to pepper my face with it. His thumbs come up to brush the tears away from beneath my eyes, all the while as I look at him.His face is a mixture of pain and agony. As if he had been holding back but not anymore. His eyes are shining and I cannot help but smile at him my own watery smile.Oh, Clinton.He grabs for my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing the back of them. His lips firm, stay for a second too long as if savoring it."I'm sorry. I'm so sorry", he looks at the ground, not meeting my eyes.An unexpected chuckle leaves my lips, relieved."It's okay", I murmur again and again
I dig my nails into his shoulders and slam my lips against his before another thought could disrupt my purpose."Not tonight. I want you, tonight", I tell him in between our kiss and pull at his lip.Next thing I hear is his growl into the kiss which reverberates deep in my core, making me shiver.Before I can comprehend further, he's already grabbing my thighs up and around him. I immediately lock them around his waist as he pulls my torso flush against him, hauling us out of the pool as we kiss the fuck out of each other.Teasing, biting, grazing, until I'm just a wet mess in his hands. The only sounds echoing through his silent manor are our moans and groans.Water from the pool dripping onto his hardwood floor but he pays it no heed as he ravishes me with his kisses, leading us all the way through the stairs and up into his bedroom.He kicks
That weekend, we stayed in bed. At least, most of the time. It just seemed like we couldn't get enough of each other.And Monday arrived a little too early than I wanted it too.Leaving for work wasn't easy but somehow we parted or tried to at least.We texted all day with all the innuendos and lot in the mix. By the time lunch rolled in, Clinton had already came to whisk me away.And that is how I found myself in a hot car-sex session half hour later.I usually avoid such scandalous methods and would rather wait until I'm home but somehow Clinton is very convincing and I'm just too weak willed to actually say no to him more than twice.I totally blame it on our wandering hands.Whenever we're in reach of other, we just can't seem to stop. Ever since that night at his mansion, it seems like a whole new level of intimacy has formed between us.