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 I shiver from the passion in it.We crumble on the ground in each other's embrace and he pulls me in his lap, having withdrawn from the kiss now only to pepper my face with it.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.
Jason didn't come back until half the day was gone and I was deep in my covers, hiding my already red-from-crying face.I just heard the front door open and being slammed again. Though when I checked, he only came back for his clothes, probably from his whole week vacation he had here.I really need to stop giving my spare keys to everyone I know, honestly.Everyone just barges in whenever the hell they want.On the other hand, Clinton didn't text me like usual for most of the day. Probably because he already told me, he would be busy in a conference for most of the day. And I'm glad for that.I wanted to have some alone time without the boys for at least a day anyway.Maybe this was for the better.I think to myself as I drive over to Liza's to spring on her a much needed girl's sleepover.It's almost 7pm r
Next morning waking up was a task in itself.Liza got ready way too early like it was a usual routine for her. She woke me up after she was ready to go and dragged my ass to my car before driving it to my apartment.God bless such friends, I swear.Liza obviously further dragged my ass back into my apartment and ordered me to get freshened up because we needed to eat breakfast as well before heading to the office.I had to groan in protest but all in vain as I know she's stubborn as a wall so I had to oblige.Also, she's been taking a lot of workload on herself. I think it's about time I remedied that aspect of her life.And also get serious about my work.Lord knows, I've been having a vacation for the longest time ever while also being on the job.Weird, right? I know.Somehow, we still manage t
I've been avoiding Clinton for the past week.And to say it has been really easy would be an understatement.He texts me every once in a while but doesn't even mention meeting up with me. No more lunch dates or dates in general. He's been so fishy for the past week, it's as if he's avoiding me for an altogether other reason.Obviously, I miss him.To the point, I actually think he's having an affair behind my back. But that's not possible, he loves me.But what if...He was a player in the past and it's not like I'm some witch he's under the spell of that has suddenly snagged him up to the point he has forgotten his ways.Definitely not.But I've been too busy my own self, what with work and Jason's statements from that day in the back of my mind still lingering like a very fresh wound.The fact t
After the everything that happened that night, I tried with every being of my fibre to forget it even though I didn't want to.I wanted to remember the taste of his lips on mine, the tenderness of his touch and kisses, the eagerness, the passion but I shouldn't be doing it.I've the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. And yet here I'm trying to collect the remnants of my best friend's touch that ignited something so deep within me, I never thought I was capable of feeling.Next day at the office was a blur of files and work, work, work. I buried myself into my work like never before, breathing in every detail and giving it all I can until my body screamed at me to stop.By the time it was time to go home, I was already drained out of everything to actually drive back home.I moan in protest as the thought of driving back home enters my mind.Eyes closed, head leaned back on my chai
To say I was nervous yet bubbling with excitement the whole drive to Jason's, would be an understatement.I was practically glowing in the sunlight that streaked into the car through the windows.Jason might not be that thrilled to see Clinton but I think he deserves to know the truth.And so does Clinton, who really needs to relieve some tension in his shoulders considering he's always stressed out.I turn my head to the side to look at him driving leisurely through the traffic of the city.A smile instantly graces my lips and I grasp his hand on the gear to squeeze it one time in affection before withdrawing.What greets me is another sight to behold.Clinton looks over at me, only to smile back before resuming his driving.Though I sense the tension in his shoulders, the worry lines on his forehead and the slig