Undercover Love: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  It's almost eleven pm.

  "Yeah, I want to go home," Nya says to me. "Some guests already left."

  I was hoping that she'll say that she wants to stay for a bit longer, and I'll ask her for another dance. It will be so good because we're perfect together.

  I'm a bit disappointed because I want to spend more time with her like this. I smile at her, staring at her eyes. She's so beautiful, and I swear, her eyes are like the stars, shining at me.

  Damn, I'm being sentimental and acting like a hopeless romantic.

  "Let's go?" I tell her as I give her my arm.

  "Yeah," Nya says to me as we walk out of the hall. This is one beautiful memory.

  Ten

  Nya

  I enjoyed tonight, more than I expected I would. David's company and loving gestures make me melt to my core. I mean, he makes me feel loved and pampered. It's like we're for real.

  How about we really go for it? This nagging question keeps popping in my brain. Maybe we can go for broke this time, go the whole way and see where this goes.

  But, what if it doesn't go well? What if it goes wrong? What if we don't work out? Will our friendship be over as well?

  These, too, are the questions that stop me from saying anything. I'm scared to tell David about my feelings because I don't know how he'll react, and I don't want to destroy our years of friendship.

  It's not right that I put him in this awkward position, right? I don't want to be the cause of the breakup of our friendship. We're only doing this for an act, for his job… I keep repeating this to myself.

  I have to make sure that I won't do something stupid and ruin everything that we have. All throughout these years, David's the only friend that stayed connected.

  I can't destroy such a beautiful thing between us. Greediness is really a human's nature, and now I'm starting to succumb to it, wanting more between us.

  I sigh again, looking at the window as we pass by the bustling streets. Outside is the opposite of the silence inside the car. David's driving silently, too deep in thought.

  I don't know what's in his mind, but I bet it has something to do with his job. A man like him is very dedicated to what he does. This job's very important to him, so I need to help him as much as I can.

  Sometimes I have this urge to ask him what's in his mind; maybe I can listen to him and lighten his burden. But come on, what can I do? I can only offer my friendship.

  "We're almost there," David glances at me for a brief moment. We're almost at my place. He parks the car in the garage, and I walk out.

  "Why don't you go with me? Have some coffee?" I feel that there's tension between us. Something waiting to break and explode. David smiles at me.

  "Sure," he follows me, walking silently. I don't know what's up, but I feel like something affected him while we were at the event earlier.

  As soon as we're in, David makes himself comfortable. He sits on the couch and loosens his tie. He leans his head and looks at the ceiling, still deep in thought.

  I go to the kitchen, making coffee for both of us. I know what David wants, black with a teaspoon of sugar. He doesn't like his coffee overly sweet.

  I walk out and places a mug of steaming black coffee in front of him. David looks at me, blinking, then, he smiles.

  "Thank you," he whispers, and I can barely look at him. He's acting normal like there's no invisible elephant in the room.

  "Your welcome," I reply to him. I sit on the other side of him, my knees hitting his widespread legs. His legs and mine are only separated by a piece of clothing. I can feel his warmth seeps through my clothes, scorching my skin.

  Blame it on the coffee for making me wide awake. I put down my cup, losing interest in it.

  "So, what do you think about tonight? Those are the people I know that deals with antiques," I say to David, inquiring about his job. I know how sensitive it is, so I don't really expect an answer from him.

  "Well, it's all thanks to you," David's eyes are smiling, his lips curve. "I think I'm off to a good start."

  "That's good," I reply to him. Then, I get worried about his safety. "Even though you're off to a good start, you shouldn't be hasty, okay? Safety first?"

  I don't want to think about something terrible happening, but I can't help it. If something happens to David, I don't know what I'll do.

  "I know," David replies to me, taking a sip of coffee. "You really know what I want."

  My heart races when he says this to me… it feels like he means something else. Damn it, how can I possibly keep thinking about it!

  "We've been friends for so many years, how can I not know what you want?" I awkwardly reply.

  "Do you really know all the things that I want?" David asks me, solemnly. He's staring at me.

  "Well, yeah," I reply to him. The tension skyrocketed, and it's suffocating, so I stand up. This is a very dangerous topic. I might just ask him if he knows what I want too. I swallow my saliva, trying to calm down.

  "It's late," I whisper.

  "I'll go," David stares at me as he says this. I lead him to the door. My heart's beating in overdrive, and it feels like the distance from the couch to the door is a very long walk.

  "Take care," I didn't dare to look at him as he's standing by the doorway, and I open the door for him.

  "Nya," David calls out my name. I didn't look up at him. "Nya…"

  I gasp when he calls me again. My name sounds so beautiful from his mouth. I can't help it and raises my head.

  The only thing I can see is David's magnified face. Then, I feel his lips touch mine, tentatively. I gasp when I feel his tongue swipe at my lips softly.

  "David," I murmur his name, blushing and feeling the rush of the moment. His name's like a mantra, a promise of endless pleasure that only he can deliver.

  Then, David's kiss deepens. My eyes widen when I feel his teeth bite my lips tenderly, and I end up opening my mouth. His tongue invades my mouth, licking, and stroking… making my knees weak.

  I moan, holding on to David's strong shoulders when I feel him suck my tongue. Without him standing in front of me, I'll fall straight to the ground. Our kiss continues, and an electrical spark travels through my body. It's rushing inside me, making me tremble.

  It directly hits my heart, opening a door that I refused to entertain. My eyes widen as I realize something.

  I love David Mackall. A love between a man and a woman, and not as a friend.

  Eleven

  David

  I'm not clear anymore… but kissing Nya is going to be my best decision tonight. At the dance earlier, she keeps tempting me. I've been hungering after a taste of her. I want to explore her mouth, taste that red lips of hers, and lick her inside and out.

  Nya's a beautiful woman with a body to die for. She's a bombshell in every sense of the word. All eyes are on her, and I wish I can hide her inside a sack and keep her there for my private viewing.

  "Nya," I call out her name as she leads me to the door. She won't even look at me. There's a tension in the air, and my whole body feels like on fire. If I don't do something, I'm going to burn so bad, and Nya won't be able to stop me.

  "Nya," I repeat again. Her name sounds so perfect, and it rolls perfectly in my mouth. All I can think about is her beautiful lips, and I need a taste.

  "David," Nya murmurs my name, staring at me. It erases any traces of my rationality. I zoom in to her, all my focus on her blushing face that temps me to no end.

  I swoop down to kiss her. I land a soft kiss on her lips, testing the waters. There's no objection from her, so, I deepen the kiss. I lick her lips, tasting cherry. A residue from her lipstick.

  Nya moans in my arms, trembling. This is the reaction that I want her to feel. I want her to lose control and conquer her.

  Am I only feeling possessive? I ask myself this question so many times, but there's no answer. I have to dig deeper.

  I bite her lips softly, making her open her mouth. My tongue sweeps inside her mouth, licking
and stroking. I suck her wayward tongue, and Nya trembles more, her nails digging in my shoulders.

  Then, Nya opens her eyes, staring into mine. Her eyes deepening in color, enslaving me. It's like she can see into my soul. I feel like we connected, and everything falls into place.

  Now I know the answer to my question. I love Nya. I really do. I close my eyes as I realize this fact, basking in this sudden overflowing emotions. I wonder if she can feel what I truly feel?

  Can my feelings be conveyed through this kiss? I tilt Nya's head as I kiss her with all the passion that I have. Nya's back arches into artless abandon. I can barely breathe anymore, but I don't want to break this moment.

  Nya pushes me away as she takes a massive gulp of air. We stare at each other. I have so many words to say, but I can't say anything at all. My words are stuck in my throat, threatening me.

  What if I tell her? What if she says no? What if it's a fail? If she doesn't feel the same way? I'm just going to destroy our friendship. And if she likes me but we don't work out, is there a way to become friends again?

  These questions keep appearing in my brain, scaring me to silence. I stand rooted on the spot, while Nya's looking at her slippers, not saying a thing. I have a great friendship with her, and I don't want to ruin it.

  Nya's the one that knows me best, and she can't be replaced.

  "I'm going," instead of saying anything, these are the words that come out of my mouth. "I'll leave."

  I walk away without waiting for her answer to me, but before I get into the car, I look back, but there's no Nya.

  I blink. Is this good? Not saying a thing?

  "I can't do this anymore!" I rip a piece of paper and throw it to the trash. This is my tenth paper, and I still can't write my fucking report for today! I can't think straight, and Nya's all I think about.

  Then, I write again. It's been more than an hour, and I'm only able to write a barely passable one paragraph. I can't even summarize today in words.

  I write again… and after a few minutes… God, I ended up writing Nya's name. Useless. I lean on my chair, thinking of not writing. I can do this tomorrow. I need to clear my mind first.

  Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes as I lie down on my couch. But my eyes open abruptly when all I can see is Nya. She's staring and smiling at me.

  That smile of hers… it's so beautiful.

  The way she talks, I love it. Her voice is calming me.

  She also smells lovely. It's like you're in a field of roses, sometimes I wonder what kind of perfume she's using.

  Also, she's really kind. I can see the proof of it every day. The way she takes care of her son… makes me think that she'll be a good mother to our children.

  What do I love about her? Oh, my! I'm in really deep shit as I'm starting to think about our children.

  I don't know that answer to this question because I love everything about her, even her flaws. I don't care about it because it merely adds to her beauty inside and out. No one's born perfect too.

  I smile, thinking about her and all the things that we did when we were in college. She's really someone that I've adored, and she's my tail before. I laugh, thinking about our freshman years.

  I guess I miss those days. But I miss more of what we have now. We just met earlier, and now, I'm starting to miss Nya. It looks like I'm on the way of becoming a perfect whip man. I'll gladly be one if it's for Nya.

  What should I do now? I break out of my reverie when my phone rings, and an email pops up.

  -I need your report early morning.

  I sigh, it's an email from my superior. It looks like I need to stop daydreaming, come up with a report, and develop a foolproof gameplan to deal with those people.

  Focus.

  I worked until I finished it in one sitting. After an hour, I can finally go to bed. I stand up, stretching my stiff bones. I'm so tired, and I want to sleep already.

  I jump on my bed, closing my eyes. And like earlier, Nya's in it again. I hope she can be with me and hug me to sleep. I'll probably stop thinking of her if I have her in my arms.

  I miss her.

  Twelve

  Nya

  It's another day at the office. This is where the magic supposedly happens as I sketch on paper the ideas for my newest collection of clothing. Even after all these years, bringing my designs to life still gives me this sense of joy and contentment.

  Sometimes, in the business world, talent isn't enough. I've known many designers who have so much talent and yet have only come so far. In this line of work, I believe that luck can also be a factor. And thankfully, I'm one of the lucky ones who have managed to stay on top of the game.

  As I trail my pencil on paper, trying to sketch up a storm of brand-new designs, my thoughts inadvertently drift to the firm, strong lips pressed heatedly on my own.

  David. I can't forget David's earth-shattering kiss. It's better than anything I could have ever conjured in the recesses of my imagination.

  I try to push the memories at the back of my mind so that I can focus on my work. But just like a scene from a good movie that keeps playing reruns in one's head, the memories keep coming to the forefront of my mind.

  A delicious shiver runs along my spine. David's kisses were rough and passionate, yet sweet and full of longing. His every breath intermingled with mine was like an aphrodisiac. Needless to say, my panties were soaked as fuck just from being thoroughly kissed.

  A deep sigh escapes me. Focus. I reprimand myself. The new collection isn't going to sketch itself.

  I get back to work when the door suddenly opens.

  The man who's been plaguing my mind incessantly saunters in. He's wearing his form-fitting button-down shirt from work. I almost forget myself just from the sight of him. I lick my lips unconsciously.

  He walks confidently to my desk, with a boyish grin on his face.

  He leans casually on my desk, giving me a fantastic view of his pectoral muscles.

  I raise an eyebrow at him questioningly.

  "To what do I owe another visit from my fiancé?" I ask him casually, trying to hide the fact that my insides are turning topsy-turvy just from his nearness.

  "Funny, you should ask. You see, I've gotten in good with my targets, thanks to the help of my astoundingly beautiful best friend. I want to pay their stores a visit so that I can build a better relationship with them. I might even be able to gather enough evidence to bring this case to a close. I need you to come with me, in the guise that we're picking out some antique furniture and rugs for our future home," he explains thoroughly.

  I sigh at the reminder that this relationship that we have is under borrowed time. But seeing as I can't concentrate on my task at hand right now, maybe a little change of scenery would do me some good.

  Besides, getting to spend more time with Dave, walking around in this bubble that we're in love with each other is appealing.

  It's a nice break from my normally dull and regular hum-drum life.

  "Okay, sure. I'm free right now," I say.

  His eyes light up immediately, probably from the prospect of finally closing this case. However, being a foolish woman that I am, I can't help but wish that the excitement that I see from him is because he gets to spend more time with me.

  "Great. Let's go, partner," he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  I rise from my desk, walking in step beside him.

  He pulls me in for a hug. My breath instantly catches at the sudden close proximity. I can feel his warm breath on my ear.

  "Thank you so much for doing this," he whispers hotly, fanning the flames to my desire.

  I fight the groan that's threatening to come out of my mouth. Fuck this man's sex appeal.

  I can feel his cock bulging in his pants, and it takes all the self-restraint that I have not to just grab it like the fucking boss lady CEO of La Deux that I am.

  I swallow back a moan.

  "No problem. I've got your back," I manage to get out, thankfully,
without a single stammer.

  He takes hold of my hand as we pretend to peruse the different stores. We first arrive at the antique store. Coincidentally, the owner of the rug store is also here. I look at Dave and notices that he's in business mode already.

  He greets the men and instantly receives a welcoming smile from both of them.

  I pretend to look around, giving Dave some space to do his magic.

  As I glance their way every now and then, I can see that they already trust him. It's probably because they think he's my fiancé. They don't even think of questioning if he's a suspicious character.

  A wave of fear erupts from my chest at the thought of David being found out by those men. If there's anything I cannot stand, it's the thought of my loved ones getting hurt, David, included in my tight-knit group.

  Even though he does not feel the same way about me, he's still my best friend since elementary. We have been attached to the hip for so many years, that thinking of him prematurely leaving this world because of how dangerous his job can be is more than enough to give me a couple of sleepless nights.

  I then think of the possible dangers this would bring to myself if Dave ever gets caught. I can't die. My son needs me.

  I can always claim that I didn't know about any of Dave's intentions, though. I can say that I was tricked and used by him.

  Who's using who here? My conscience whispers conveniently.

  Of course, that would make me a hypocrite. I'm using him just as much as he's using me. I get to be with him romantically, even though it's all just an act. For a few days, I get to pretend that we love each other, like the sick deluded fool that I am.