by Dora Sky
I eat the lemon right away. I never liked the taste of alcohol and I never will. I will never understand how people like to get drunk and have a good time instead of sitting down. I hate the taste of it, it makes me want to throw up but of course I only do that when I get wasted, once in a lifetime. I turn around to see where Laila’s friends are but they are not behind us.
“Where are your girlfriends?” I shout through the loud music.
“I dunno.” She shrugs.
“Aren’t we supposed to stay together? What if something happens?”
“Relax Jenny, nothing will happen. Let the girls have some fun. They have my number. We’re all on a mission tonight, which means you as well. It’s time to find someone and you know, have a night stand. It’s been a while.” She winks at me and orders another shot of tequila.
This is Laila for you, a man eater that will eat you alive. It used to shock me before when she used to tell me this kind of stuff but after years of friendship it doesn’t bother me anymore. She’s always been one step ahead with the guys than me. When it comes to having fun, Laila is the perfect therapy teacher to show you the right way. We drink the second set of tequila. I’m feeling already dizzy; this is the limit for tonight. One more drink and I am officially drunk.
“Laila, I know you have needs but please be careful.”
“I thought about everything before I left the house.”
She takes out from her purse three condoms and wiggles them in front of me.
“Okay, okay I got it. Put them inside before someone else sees them.”
“So now let’s go have some fun. Dancing sounds like a good idea.” She wanders off onto the dance floor and within minutes, I’ve lost sight of her. My eyes race back and forth between the crowds. When I look directly in front of me I see her dancing with a guy. Great, now I’m left alone and I have no idea where the other three went. Everybody is having a good time except me. Yep, I should have stayed home and cuddle with Christian!
“Another shot please.” I tell the bartender. At least the alcohol will keep me company. The music starts getting louder and everyone on the dance floor is starting to lose control. I feel someone behind me but I don’t bother turning around. They are probably waiting for their turn. The bartender brings the shot and I drink it right away. Hands grab me by my waist but when I want to turn around to see who it is I can’t. Someone is holding my hand...
“Lookie lookie whom we’ve got here.”
Holy shit, I know that voice. It’s Hazel Eyes!
“What do you want?”
“I see that you haven’t changed your attitude.” He whispers in my ear.
“Nope.”
He pushes himself deeper and this time I feel his erection between my ass cheeks.
“You feel that, that’s my dick itching for you.”
“I don’t care about you, or your dick. Let me go.”
“One of these days I am going to fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Mark my words.” He starts licking my neck moving his tongue all over my skin. I start to moan.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I know that you want me the same way that I want you, Jenny.”
Oh my God he just said my name. How does he know my name? Is he stalking me? Since he knows my name it’s only fair he tells me his.
“What’s your name?” I ask in between moans.
“Hmmm. I don’t know if I should tell you or not.”
“Don’t fuck with me. It’s only fair now that you know my name.”
“You’re a vicious little thing, aren’t you? Since you’re insisting...”
I start moving my hips around his erection giving him a taste of his own medicine. He grabs my ass and squeezes my cheeks.
“My name is Ernest baby. Now we have officially met.”
He spins me around so I can face him. He looks so good it’s taking my breath away.
“What do you mean?”
He smiles at me flashing his white teeth.
“I’ll see you at the shop, Jenny.”
He bends down and licks my lips. I want to say something but he has me hypnotized under his spell. I watch him as he leaves the club thinking what the hell just happened. I was craving so much to see him and now that he’s gone a part of me fee
ls sad. I don’t know what he meant but one think I do know. I am attracted to him!
Chapter 4
“So, who was the guy last night?”
“No one...”
“Don’t bullshit me. The chemistry between you two was through the roof!”
As usual my best friend won’t leave me alone until I tell her the truth.
“He’s a customer...”
“WHAT? You’re seeing one of your costumers and you haven’t told me?” She yells from the other side of the phone. “Relax woman. I am not seeing him. He was at the club last night and decided to make a scene.”
“He made more than a scene, he was touching you.”
“Where you spying on me instead of dancing with that guy?”
“Maybe...” She replies unashamedly.
Of course she did.
“Laila, there’s nothing going on between us. I have to go to work.”
“Okay. But don’t think I will let this go. We have to talk.”
We say our goodbyes and I hang up first because I know she wouldn’t. I know what she’s like, she’ll try to keep me on the line just to know more about what’s going on.
The images from last night have been haunting me throughout the day. I can’t stop thinking about him, about his strong hands around my waist. I’ve never been worshipped like that before. No one has ever made me feel so wanted and so horny. There’s just something about him that makes my blood go on fire. It has to be the sex since I haven’t done anything for the past year. Now that hazel eyes is in my life, something inside me has changed. He makes me want to dress up and look sexy, he makes me want to sing and shout because he is awakening these desires that I thought will never be awaken again. I have to admit, I want him so much it hurts. I want to drive him crazy the same way he drives me crazy.
“Jenny, there’s someone asking about you.” Nela says as soon as I enter the threshold.
“Who is it?” I ask, panicked.
“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me his name. Jeez he’s hot. Where did you find him?”
I close my eyes and I prepare myself for what I’m about to face. Hazel eyes is here and God knows what he wants to talk about.
“There you are. How are you Jenny?” He says with a sexy smirk.
“Hey.”
“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
“I’m fine. How are you?”
He’s being a jerk still, nothing has changed. He walks closer to the counter and puts his hands down. He leans closer to me and whispers in my ear,
“How wet were you for me last night?”
Holy shit, he does have no shame. I try very hard to keep it cool but I fail miserably. My hormones are floundering out of control. He’s an expert at turning me on and my body loves every minute of it.
“Extremely wet... Too bad you couldn’t dry me out.” I answer cheekily.
“Don’t play me Jenny. I am the one who’s in charge.”
“Oh yeah, since when?”
He moves his head up and looks into my eyes. He grabs the back of my hair and moves my face closer to his. I can’t think straight anymore, all I can think right now is being fucked by him, rough and merciless.
“Yes I am and trust me I am going to show you how much I’m in charge.”
The blood in my veins is writhing so much and I am losing control. I want him now.
“Show me.”
“As much as I want to fuck you on top of the counter senseless, I can’t. I don’t like an audience.”
“So when are you going to fuck me senseless?”
“Tonight. You want my cock inside you and I want your pussy all over i
t.” Oh God, all I can see is red. He grabs my hair harder – as much as it hurts it’s giving me pleasure at the same time. When he moves my face closer to his, those hazel eyes are on fire and it’s because of me.
“I’m picking you up at nine. Don’t wear a dress.”
He let’s go of my hair and bends down and lends a kiss on my cheek. I take a deep breath and somehow I manage myself to speak deliberately.
“May I ask why?”
He looks at his phone and starts typing fast. When he looks up at me the glitter in his eyes is much bigger than before.
“I don’t want you to wear a dress Jenny, period.” He smiles at me showing off his straight porcelain teeth. “Jenny, just do as you’re told.”
I guess tonight will be the night where I will discover things about him. Laila is going to have a heart attack when I tell her I’m going on a date.
“Now,” he says and moves his eyes up and down my physique, “where is my fudge cake caramel order?”
Chapter 5
Okay I’m ready.
I turn around and I look into the mirror. I’m wearing my favourite white skinny jeans and a black peplum top. My makeup is light. Classy and fabulous was the theme so I stuck to it. I like what I’m wearing and I hope he likes it too. If not, he can whip it all off. But impressing him has become a very big deal lately. Don’t ask me why because I don’t have an answer, yet. I look at Laila through the mirror but she is not giving anything away. When I told her about the date she came over so fast; I didn’t think she could run so fast. She lives down the road but still, she doesn’t like to exercise very much so picturing her running is not something I thought would be possible.
“I like what you’re wearing but I still don’t understand why he didn’t tell you to wear a dress. It’s just so weird. Guys like it when girls wear dresses but instead this guy wants you not to wear one. I don’t know Jenny, this is fishy.”
“There’s just something about him that makes me go nuts alright? As much as I hate it when he tells me what to do, in the end I comply. Why? I don’t know so please do not ruin my… happy date moment.”
“Okay only for tonight though, when you come back, tell me everything.”
She smiles at me like she always does when she wants to know the inside story.
“I will, I promise.”
“Good. Now, how do you like my Manolo’s?” When Laila was on her way to my house she brought my favourite heels. Since she bought them I’ve been having a mental breakdown by just looking at them. I don’t wear heels but this is one of a kind and tonight I finally get to wear them and work my magic on hazel eyes.
“You know how much I love them Laila. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome my friend. I’ll do anything for you, you know that.”
“We have the best friend bond.”
“Of course we do. We’re a special species.”
We both start laughing at the same time. Laila is the best at saying jokes especially if you’re stuck in a bad situation, she can come in handy sometimes and get you out of it without any problem. I shake my head still laughing at her joke. I start walking towards the bed where she is sitting to grab my leather jacket and the small bag. The cell starts ringing and my heart starts beating in triple beats. I look over at Laila. She’s smiling.
“What are you waiting for? Answer!”
I take a deep breath and I press answer. It’s Hazel Eyes. After we finish talking I put on my jacket and grab the purse from the bed. Before I leave my room I turn around and I smile at my best friend.
It’s going to be one hell of a night.
“What the hell is that?” I ask panicked.
He smiles at me and shakes his head in such a cute way; I can die and come back to life in a heartbeat.
“This is a Kawasaki Ninja 250R.”
“Are you kidding me? I am not getting on that deadly thing. I’d rather walk.”
I put my foot down and I give him a dirty look. I can’t believe he came to pick me up with a motorcycle. He jumps off the bike and starts walking towards me. I watch him coming at me so furiously, it’s kind of turning me on. What he does to me is scandalous! He stops and lowers his head down. I’m still standing my ground like a stubborn person that I am. If I say no, it’s a no!
“Jenny, you are sitting in the back.” He whispers slowly.
“Nope, it’s not going to happened.”
He licks his lips and moves his head on the side looking into my eyes, daring me to disobey him. It’s on!
“Don’t make me repeat myself Jenny.”
“I am not getting on that thing, Ernest. It’s a death trap!”
“Alright then, we’re going to do this the hard way.”
He bends down and lifts me up in his arms. I gasp when he puts me upside down, from this angle I can see his sexy ass and from his angle he can see mine.
“Put me down!” I yell out loud. I don’t care who hears, he can’t make me get on that deadly thing. I try to free my arms but he has me locked so tight, I can barely move them. I start moving my legs trying to kick him but once again, I fail miserably.
“Don’t fight me. You’ll never win, sweetheart.” He says the words and starts laughing.
I try to kick him again but I regret it as soon as I do. He smacks my bum so hard the pain is unbearable.
“That is for not doing as you’re told.”
“Ernest, put. Me. Down.” I order.
“That’s not going to happen. I suggest you start behaving because the way you’re acting is not going to take you anywhere.”
“Why should I do as you tell me?”
“Because you love it, Jenny.” He puts me down and fixes my hair. The way his fingers run through it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. After he grabs the helmet from the back and gives it to me. He turns around and adjusts himself in the front. This is his comfort zone and I know deep down he will never let something bad happen to me. After I wear the helmet I sit in the back and listen carefully to his instructions. I know I’m doomed but as long as he’s here with me, everything is going to be fine!
“We’re here.”
Throughout the drive I’ve had a thousand heart attacks. He asked here and there if I was doing okay but of course he didn’t stop because he was enjoying the show too much. He gets off first and comes to my side and puts his hand on my waist. I take off the helmet and put it where it belongs. We look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds getting lost in them. He breaks the eye contact and looks down.
“You did good, Jenny. But next time, don’t wear heels, it’s not safe.”
“How do you know there will be a next time?”
He looks up at me and smiles. I swallow the gulp in my throat and try very hard to concentrate. I don’t even know if there will be a next time so why is he so certain?
“There will be a next time, Jenny, mark my words.”
He lifts me up and puts me down carefully.
“I don’t know about that. We don’t even know each other so; I think you ought to pass the test first.” I say, cheekily.
“That’s the last thing you want to do right now. You want me to fuck you hard Jenny, stop lying to yourself.” Jeez when he talks like this all the blood in my body freezes. How can he talk like this and tell me I have a dirty mouth? So far we have one thing in common; we both like to talk dirty. Let’s play him at his own game; I’m always up for a challenge especially when he tempts me.
“Well yeah, I want you to fuck me hard but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you.” What’s the point of lying when he made it obvious what we both want? We are attracted to each other and we want to have a little bit of fun. There’s nothing wrong with that right? Yeah, that’s I thought!
“That dirty mouth of yours will get you in trouble.”
“Trouble is my middle name.”
He licks his lips again and moves his eyes up and down my body. This time I can’t help but smile. He is seducing me in front
of his building without having any shame. Hazel Eyes is dangerous and I love every second of it. He takes the key from the motorcycle and turns around to face me. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and links his fingers with mine. Electricity runs through my blood, burning every inch of my body. My fingers link with his right away and everything inside me starts melting like an ice cream. We start walking to the building hands in hands like two lovers. The atmosphere has changed and now things are starting to feel a little different. He is so easy to love now, watching him holding my hand so peacefully makes me wonder what happened to the flirty guy that I was talking a few moments ago. When we enter inside the lobby he looks at me and smiles gently.
“How old are you Jenny?”
I bite my lip so hard if I don’t stop I will make it bleed and he will get disgusted by it and won’t kiss me. So I stop and try to play it cool like this topic doesn’t affect me at all.
“Nineteen.” I mutter.
He starts laughing like a full belly laugh. Everything about him is sexy, even though I shouldn’t be giving credits right now because laughing at a lady is not nice.
“You might be legal in Canada but you’re not in America.” He replies still laughing.
“And? We live in Canada, not in The United States.” “Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, what am I going to do with you?” He says and takes my hand close to his mouth and starts kissing it gently.
“How about you?” I ask looking at the movement fascinated.
“Let’s just say I am older than you.”
“I know that but I want to know the age number.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Yes.”
He looks into my eyes and simply says, “I’m thirty-nine, baby.”
Chapter 6
“Take a seat. Wherever you want.”
We enter the loft and I look around. It’s well taken care of and I’m kind of surprised. Everything is clean. I sit down on the sofa and wait for him to come back. I wonder if someone else lives here. Does he have a girlfriend or is he seeing someone? So many questions are bombarding my mind, making me feel uncomfortable.
Great, my emotions are out of control and they’re making me imagine stuff that may not even be true.