So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  What worries me now though, is that it’s been 3 days since my date with Gabriel and he hasn't called. I keep checking my phone, and still nothing. I replay the whole night in my head over and over again. Did I say or do something wrong? Did I offend him in some way? No matter how many times I think about it, that night seemed like a perfect night. Probably the only perfect date I have ever had.

  I finish my breakfast, feeling more and more depressed.. Maybe he didn't like me as much as I thought he did. That night seemed so perfect to me, I don't know what happened. Maybe the chemistry that I felt was all on my end. But I couldn't have imagined it? Right? There was definitely something between us when he kissed me.

  I get up with a sigh to wash dishes. I think back to how distant he seemed at the end of the night. After that kiss, he’d suddenly retreated into himself. Am I a bad kisser?

  I try to remain logical by telling myself, "He said he gets wrapped up in work, he's probably just busy. Give him some time."

  But it doesn't work. I can't stop my mind from obsessing over this. I don't know why, he’s still basically a stranger after all. But he’d made me feel so many new things. Whatever happened between us the other night was incredible and I wish it would happen again.

  I just can't get over how he reacted on the way home. That's what leads me to think that I did something wrong. I take a cup of coffee and go sit on the couch in the living room, glad I don't need to be at the shop yet. But the extra time unfortunately leaves me with a lot of time to think and worry about this. This is going to be an incredibly long day. I already feel tired.

  I end up staring at my phone and willing it to ring. It doesn't, of course, so I'm more disappointed than before. I think back and remember how hot that kiss was. Both of us holding each other close. The way our lips felt together. I’d been more turned on than I’ve ever felt before.

  I’d even briefly wished he’d won the bid for something more than just a date, shocking myself. I’ve been saving my virginity for so long, and now I’m suddenly ok with the idea of throwing it at this guy I went on one date with?

  But something deep in my gut is just telling me he feels right. He's just so handsome and irresistible. It doesn't matter that he has money, I just like being with him. I want to know him more as a person. I want to see him again, but I don't think that is going to happen. Letting out a sigh, I hug a couch pillow to my chest. I imagine what it would be like if he did call.

  I’d rush to answer it. He would ask me out again, like he said. We'd have another romantic night, I'd wear a sexy dress. He wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of me during dinner.

  Afterwards we'd share another moonlit walk, followed by another kiss. It would be so incredibly hot that I would lead him back to my apartment. My heart pounds in my chest as the fantasy unfolds. I want it to be hot, but gentle as well since it's my first time.

  I'd take him by the hand to my room. I'd slip off my dress and would be wearing some sexy lingerie underneath. I don't own any, but I decide I might have to fix that.

  Gabriel would pick me up in his strong arms and lie me on the bed. I can watch him undress, my eyes on every inch of his gorgeous body. I imagine him climbing on top of me.

  Just the brush of his lips makes my body crave his touch even more. I wrap my legs around him. He slides my panties down my hips. I'm burning with desire, the hard length of his erection pressed against the inside of my thigh.

  "Are you ready?"

  "Oh yes!"

  He smiles at me and I can feel his erection slide up the length of my thigh and into me. I can feel a pull or a pinch. I think a little discomfort, but suddenly it feels glorious. I'm so wet for him, and he slides in easily, despite the girth of his cock. He continues to move gently, and sensation builds and crests inside of me.

  “Faster,” I plead softly, opening my eyes to meet his.

  He eagerly obliges, and with each thrust my hips rise up to meet him. It feels even better than before. I don't want him to stop. He's so sweet and gentle. He leans down to kiss me again, and buries his face in the side of my neck. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. I can feel myself getting closer to my climax. "Don’t stop, I’m so close,” I whimper.

  I don't want this moment to end between us. This is the most amazing thing I have ever done in my entire life. I never knew that love could be this hot and gentle at the same time. Maybe it’s because I'm with him.

  I can feel all my muscles in my body tighten. I know what's going to happen, I know I'm about to cum. My whole body hums and my breath catches. I hold him even closer. "Oh, Gabriel!"

  Suddenly my phone rings and I'm brought back to reality. My heart races, I'm so sure that its him. I hurry to answer it, not even bothering with the caller ID. "Hello?" I ask in a breathless voice.

  "Hello, Ms. Rhys, this is Hayley with Field Textiles, we’re just calling to let you know that the ivory chiffon you had on backorder has finally come in and we’ll be shipping that out to you!" A chipper woman says from the other end of the line.

  My heart sinks. "Oh um, thanks." I reply, trying and failing to keep the disappointment from my voice.

  Fortunately, Hayley doesn’t seem to notice. "You are so welcome!” she chirps, “You can expect it at your shop within the next three days. Thank you for using Field Textiles!" She replies.

  We both hang up and I throw the phone on the cushions and fall back with a groan. I stare up at the ceiling and then cover my face with my hands. I got carried away with my thoughts. It was dumb to think that he would be calling. Obviously I must have messed up or I did something to offend him.

  Or maybe the attraction was only on my part and he’s just trying to let me off easy. Maybe I imagined the way he felt and reacted to me that night. I sigh softly and get up from the couch. I have no idea what to do or think. It's driving me crazy feeling this way, but no matter how hard I try, I can't get him out of my mind. Honestly, I don't know if I want to. Sure, his distant demeanor is a little intimidating, but there’s something underneath that’s just magnetic.

  I sit on the couch and pull out the files that I use for work. I have a few clients left, so I begin to read through the details of the weddings and dress requirements. Maybe work is what I need. Maybe if I can immerse myself in something I love, I can forget about him and the way that I feel right now.

  And I’m grateful when I finally become absorbed in it, losing my own thoughts and feelings to a world of lace and happy endings.

  Chapter 11 - Gabriel

  I thought being back in the office would help. But no matter how hard I’ve been trying to work, I can’t seem to concentrate. I feel like I'm on edge and I don't know why. It's making me insane, and making it impossible to get anything done.

  I hate days where I'm not productive, and having this many in a row? It’s enough to make me fucking crazy. I tap my fingers rhythmically on my desk. I can't seem to sit still. Maybe it's because my mind is filled with a million thoughts and I can't seem to make them go away.

  I look around my office and my eyes land on my clock on the wall. I roll my eyes when I see it's barely 9 am. Clearly this is going to be a long day. I hope I have enough mental strength to get through it. With a groan of frustration, I lean back in my chair, absentmindedly chewing on my thumbnail. I’ve never done that before. I realize what I'm doing and quickly pull my finger away from my mouth. No need for a new bad habit.

  My gaze remains firmly locked on my cell phone. It sits in front of me on my desk. A few seconds pass. Suddenly I lean forward and grab it. I hold onto it for a few seconds. I look at it again, then shake my head. I slowly put it back down on the desk.

  This whole stupid ritual is one I’ve been repeating, over and over, every day since my date with Lorelai. Ever since that night, I have been a confused and emotional wreck. I don't know why, this isn't me. I never develop feelings or emotions. I don't do attachments or relationships. So why am I acting like that's what this is turning into? I have no idea.

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nbsp; I get up and look out my office window, gazing at the street below. My eyes follow a couple of people out walking. The anxious feelings are still building, making me restless, so I start pacing the length of my office. I'm kicking myself.

  It was foolish of me to get her number. It was even more foolish to promise that I would call her. I knew temptation was going to get the better of me. Now that I have her number I'll want to call her and see her again. I also feel guilty. I lied to her, I let her believe I would call.

  I stop pacing and take a deep breath. I stand there and just fucking remind myself who I am and feel a little calmer. My mind a little more settled, I try again to focus, and I read through the stack of memos that's on my desk.

  But of course, my mind drifts right back.

  I mean, I only paid for the one date and that's all I needed right? I feel the doubt growing in my mind. I slam the paper that I was reading down on my desk in frustration. I can't get her out of my head. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I put my head in my hands and groan loudly.

  I'm going to have a wicked headache, or stomach ache if I keep thinking about this. Or both. Lifting my head, I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a couple of antacid, popping them into my mouth. I put the bottle back in the drawer and chew the chalky tablets.

  I think about that night constantly. I could have listened to her talk all night, about flowers, her bridal shop…hell, she could read me the phone book and I think I’d still be smitten.

  I loved it when she would laugh or smile. The way her eyes lit up in the moonlight. How I could see some of her freckles up close.

  I think about that kiss. It had been perfect in a way I’d never experienced. I got to feel a little of her body when I pulled her closer. She had more than my heart at attention last night. I sigh wistfully. She's sweet, and beautiful with a body built for sin. Ideally she is the perfect woman. Any other man would be all over her in a second. The only things that are holding me back are these feelings that I seem to be developing for her. And to anyone else, they’d be a good thing. But I always do my best to keep this from happening. But maybe this time I can’t help it, because I've never met anyone like her before.

  She really is the complete package. She is the exact opposite of every woman I have been with. It's just my luck that I happened to run into her at the auction. I play that night in my head again, all the way up until our kiss. Before I can stop myself, my thoughts go further. I imagine driving her home after the kiss. She invites me in. I can feel every curve of her body when she kisses me, pressing close. I imagine my fingers tangling in her red hair. Her eyes sparkling with desire.

  She pulls off her dress and leads me to the bedroom. Then I'm naked in her bed, and when she joins me, I cover her body with kisses. I shower her with love. I can’t assume, but I'm guessing that from her timid personality, she might still be a virgin. Because of that, I want her first time to be special. I take it slow. Building up the moment. When we can't stand it any longer, I'm inside of her. Her body feels firm and tight around me. I thrust slowly. I want her to feel every inch of me, to cry out my name as she cums.

  There is something so thrilling about being the first to have a woman. At the same time it's beautiful and emotional because you are their first time. I make slow sweet love to her. I’m gentle with each thrust.

  Personally, I'm kind of kinky, and the sweet, tender scene is awfully vanilla for me, but I don't want to hurt her or scare her off. I want to see her and be with her again. I lean down and kiss her, then bury my face in the side of her neck. She smells incredible, sweet and delicate, like the flowers she talks about.

  I can feel her body tense beneath me, I know she's close. I thrust faster, but remain gentle. I can feel her grip on me tighten. My name is a moan on her lips. I can feel her climax, then her body goes limp. I imagine her lying there, satisfied and spent.

  Before this goes any further, I shake those thoughts from my head. No matter how much I imagine it, that just wouldn't be right. She's a virgin. She's pure and sweet with an innocent soul. I couldn't take advantage of her like that no matter how attracted to her I am.

  I shuffle through the papers on my desk. What I need to do is wait for the next auction. I'm sure to find my usual type of woman there to get my kinks out with. That is the best option after all. Right?

  I stop with the papers. I can feel the doubt creeping in again. Why can't I leave this woman alone? She has such a hold over me, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I angrily try to focus on work. I'm going to be frustrated all day, but I might as well get some work done.

  That fantasy that I had earlier was no help either. It just cemented her further in my mind. Eventually I'm able to accomplish a moderate amount of work before lunch. I'm still in a shit mood though. I go out of my way to avoid the people in the office.

  I'm in no state of mind to deal with anyone right now. I know that's no way to work but it can't be helped right now. Until I'm able to sort my feelings out this is what I will have to endure. I eat lunch quickly then go back to work.

  Thank goodness I have no real problems at the office to deal with today. That would really be a nightmare. I can't wait for this day to be over so I can go back to sleep and not have to think about anything.

  That deep sleep I got the other day was a big help to me for a little while. I know I shouldn't keep putting off this situation, but it frightens me to have feelings like this. The last time I felt anything for a person I got hurt. I don't like feeling vulnerable. I don't ever want to feel that way again.

  Still, I don't think Lorelai is the type to hurt anyone. I think it's the opposite based on the stories she told me about her love life, but you can never be too careful. It's always better to be safe than sorry. Especially when it pertains to matters of the heart.

  Chapter 12 - Lorelai

  I'm thoroughly depressed. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. It's silly to get all emotional over a guy you just met, but I can't help it. That night was the most memorable night that I have ever had.

  It's been… I don't know how long since the date and I still haven't heard from Gabriel. I don't like to think about it too much because it makes me sad. I need to just give up. If he hasn't called by now, then I guess he's not going to call at all.

  I stop looking at my phone and getting my hopes up every time. I need to just put him out of my mind and forget about him. Definitely easier said than done, though. I have never had feelings as strong as this before. How am I just supposed to forget about him? It was a mistake to give him my phone number, I realize that now. He clearly wasn't interested in pursuing anything with me. I feel like such a fool.

  I’m so glad that I am at work today. Hopefully I have enough to do to distract me. It hurts my heart to keep thinking about this. I didn't want to get attached or feel this way.

  I have some free time after a fitting with a new client, so I'm using my computer in the back office. I check the website for the shop and am now looking through all of my emails. The more I think about it, the more I realize how disappointing it is. I guess Gabriel was only interested in getting into my pants. That should have been evident by the way he disconnected after the kiss.

  I guess all that chemistry I felt between us was only on my part. That's nothing new. I fall in love really fast. I always have. I sigh because these thoughts are depressing me. I don't want to think about this anymore. I guess I just need to move on, like I'm sure he already has.

  As I’m scrolling on my computer, something in my inbox catches my attention. I squint at the screen to read it better. My heart pounds in my chest as I open the email. I think I recognize the name, but I'm not sure. My only focus that night was Gabriel. I push him out if my mind as I read the email.

  I was right. It's from the hostess of the auction. I'm excited as I read through it. She writes to me, "Hello. I hope this email finds you well. I just wanted to congratulate you again on your success at the last auction."

  I smile. Despite what it�
��s done to my heart, the auction had done wonders for the shop. I'm still happy about that. I’d gotten most of the repairs done, and had even replenished some of the damaged stock.

  I hurry to write her back, "Hello. I'm well thanks. Thank you for your kind words. It was an interesting event to take part in. "

  I click out of the email and put my computer aside, ready to find something else to work on. I recently had some new fabrics delivered, so I unpack them from the boxes and put them in their places in the stockroom. After taking the empty packages outside to the dumpster, I return to the shop to hear my computer beep, alerting me to a new email. I hurry to check it.

  It's from the hostess again. "That's great to hear! If you have the time and are interested, we would like to work with you again, perhaps hosting another event at your business? We do offer a handsome hosting fee,” She writes.

  I remember what Tammy had told me about the hosting fee, and immediately I’m tempted. I stare at the email for a few minutes before replying. I don't know if I should go through with this. I kind of feel like once was enough. But then I look around my shop and sigh softly.

  If I had more money I could do so much more here. Maybe I could expand my business like I wanted to. I could definitely finish up the remainder of the repairs that I need. I hurry to respond to her email by writing, "Yes, I am open to this possibility. Call me this afternoon and we can discuss it further."

  My heart pounds as I click “send.”

  Once I receive a confirmation from her, I get off the computer. I need time to think about everything. This is quite a big thing to pull off, especially since the shop is nowhere near what it used to be. I know I'm determined enough that I can make the event a success. I need to. I have a lot of plans to accomplish with that money.

  I look at the wall behind me. Pinned to it are papers and blueprints that fill me with nostalgia as I look at them. They’re plans for the business that my grandmother and I had made together. Suddenly, I'm glad I agreed to host another auction. I can do so much good here with that money. I go back out into the shop and clear up the area.