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  • Pavithra Sreedharцитирует9 месяцев назад
    You’re the best everything cure.’
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    His hand disappears under my towel, clasping me above my hip bone, prompting a jerk and the loosening of my towel.

    ‘My man!’

    I look down the path and see Sam walking up. When I return my eyes to Jesse, he looks like he may, very well, have a seizure now. His eyes are wide as he jumps to his feet and yanks me up, doing a spectacular job of keeping me covered by the towel.

    ‘Sam, don’t fucking move!’ he yells. I’m scooped up and bundled through the door at breakneck speed, hearing Sam laughing as Jesse jogs up the stairs with me in his arms, muttering about ripping prying eyes out. I’m tossed on the bed. ‘Get dressed, we’re going out.’
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    She spins around, her blue eyes dancing, her pale cheeks flushed. ‘Do you know anything about this?’

    Me? ‘Why would I?’

    ‘I just got home and it was parked here. I admired it for a bit, walked through the front door and trod on the keys. Look.’ She thrusts the keys under my nose, prompting me to look at the note attached to a piece of string on the key ring.

    ‘No more bruised butts, please.’

    No! He wouldn’t have, surely? I think back to his fierce reaction to my battered bottom.

    ‘Have you spoken to Sam?’ I ask.

    ‘Yep, he said I should speak to Jesse.’

    ‘Why would he say that?’ I ask shortly.

    ‘Well, obviously, because he thinks Jesse is the mystery van buyer.’ She rolls her eyes. ‘If the Lord has brought me a van so you don’t bruise your arse again, then I’ll…well, I’ll love the fact that you bruise like a peach!’
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    ‘Made up?’ Kate asks, perching on Sam’s lap. He separates his thighs, causing Kate to slip between his legs on a squeal. She playfully slaps him before looking at me for an answer
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    My wine bottle clatters against my glass, mid-pour, when I jump out of my skin at an almighty bang on the front door.

    ‘Ava!’

    ‘Oh God,’ I mutter to myself.

    ‘Ava!’ he roars, banging again.

    I hurry through to the lounge, looking out of the blind to see Jesse staring up at the window. He looks frantic. What’s wrong with that man? He can stay out there all night, if he likes, I’m not answering the door. Being face to face with him will be a huge mistake. I watch as he holds his phone to his ear and mine starts flashing in my hand again. I reject it and look on as he glances at his phone in disbelief.

    ‘Ava! Answer the fucking door!’

    ‘No.’ I snap, watching him pace down the path to the road. I nearly have heart failure when I spot Sam pull up in his Porsche. Kate gets out.

    Shit!

    She approaches Jesse, who’s waving his arms around like a loon, as Sam joins them on the pavement and rubs his shoulder in a gesture of comfort. They talk for a few moments before Kate leads them up the path to the front door.

    ‘No, Kate!’ I shout at the window. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!’ That’s it, our friendship is over!

    I stand like a complete lemon in the lounge, hearing the front door swing open, smashing against the wall behind it, and then the stamping of heavy feet flying up the stairs. He crashes through the lounge door, the anger on his face turning to relief before reverting back to pure fury again. His grey suit looks perfectly smooth and unaffected, unlike his disheveled hair and sweaty brow.

    ‘Where the FUCK have you been?’ He blasts me with his shout, his breath, literally, breezing past my ears. ‘I’ve been pulling my fucking hair out!’

    Yes, I can see that.

    I stand staring at him, completely dumb struck. I have no idea what to say. Is he under some sort of illusion that I’m answerable to him? Kate and Sam approach behind him, all quiet and apprehensive. I look at Kate, shaking my head. I’m dying to ask her if she likes this Jesse.

    ‘We’re just gonna pop down The Cock for a drink.’ Sam says quietly, grabbing Kate’s hand and pulling her down the landing. She doesn’t try to stop him. I watch them leave, mentally cursing their chicken arses for leaving me alone to deal with crazy man here.
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    Sam looks up from his bowl of cornflakes and grins. ‘Seen Jesse?’ he asks.

    I halt, mid-frenzy, and look at him. He’s still grinning at me. ‘No, why are you asking me?’

    ‘Have you been in your pit all night?’ Kate asks, completely confused.

    ‘Yes, I got in from work about six thirty and collapsed into bed. And you can’t call it a pit anymore.’ I correct her proudly. ‘Why?’

    I watch as Kate looks at Sam, and Sam looks at Kate, then they both look at me. They both look confused and slightly worried.

    ‘You’ve not seen or spoken to him?’ Sam asks, his spoon hovering in mid-air on its way to his mouth.

    ‘No!’ My tone is impatient. What’s the matter with them? I don’t plan on seeing or speaking to him ever again. ‘I’m not stitched to his hip.’ I spit harshly.

    ‘He rang me five times last night, looking for you,’ Kate explains.

    ‘Me ten!’ Sam interrupts.

    Kate looks truly concerned. ‘We got in about eight and assumed you were still at work. He was frantic, Ava. We tried calling you.’

    Oh, I’ve not got time for this. What does he think’s happened to me? The man is neurotic, and I’m certainly not his concern. ‘My phone was on silent. Anyway, as you can see, I’m alive and well so if he rings again you can tell him so.’ I huff shortly. ‘I’m going, I’m late.’ I turn to leave the kitchen.

    ‘When he stopped calling, I assumed you were with him.’ Kate calls to my back as I leave.

    ‘Well, I wasn’t.’ I shout on my way down the stairs.
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    Will you take me home?’

    His head shoots up, his green eyes laced with concern. ‘Are you okay?’

    I push my numb backside up from the floor, using every ounce of strength I have to plaster a smile – as fake as Sarah’s – onto my face. ‘I’m fine. I’ve got some work stuff to sort out for tomorrow.’ I smooth my dress down.

    ‘I thought you didn’t work on weekends?’

    ‘It’s only work-ish.’

    ‘-ish?’ He looks up at me with a small smile. I could cry.

    ‘Yes, ish,’ I shrug
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    My line of thought is interrupted when the door opens and I’m presented with Sarah’s pouty face. I inwardly groan. The woman is everywhere – everywhere Jesse is.

    ‘Ava, what a pleasant surprise,’

    Liar!
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    esk.

    I try my hardest to ignore his perfect, jean clad arse as he bends and opens a drawer, pulling out an art pad and a tin of drawing pencils. What’s he got those for? They’re not your average stationary essentials. He walks back over, handing them to me. I accept, tucking them under the tray and making my way to the door.

    ‘Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?’

    I turn, finding his questioning look has morphed into more of a glare. ‘What?’ I ask. I know what, but I’m not in the mood to stroke his ego.

    ‘Get your arse over here.’ He flicks his head.

    My shoulders drop slightly. It’s just easier, all round, if I give him what he wants and get out of his hair. I reach him, trying my hardest to put on a cheerful face. I know I’m failing miserably.

    ‘Kiss me.’ he orders, his hands draped casually in his jean pockets. I reach up on tiptoes and push my lips against his, ensuring I make it more than a peck. He doesn’t respond. ‘Kiss me like you mean it, Ava.’

    He’s not buying my half-hearted attempt to satisfy him. I sigh. I’ve got a tray in my hands, my bag over my shoulder and a pad and pencil buried under the tray. This is proving to be tricky, especially when he’s not assisting. I place the tray and drawing equipment on his desk and delve my hands into his hair, pulling his face down to mine. It takes a nanosecond for him to respond. Once our lips meet, he takes me completely, his arms snaking around my waist as he bends slightly to accommodate our height difference. I don’t want to enjoy it, but I do – way too much.

    ‘Better,’ he says against my lips. ‘Never hold out on me, Ava.’ He releases me, leaving me feeling slightly dizzy and disorientated. Someone knocks on the door. ‘Go.’ He nods at the door.

    I collect my things and leave without a word. I’ve got a proper sulk on. I’m on stupidly dangerous ground here, and I know it. This man has broken heart written all over him.

    I open the office door and find Big John waiting for me. He nods, taking up position beside me to escort me upstairs.

    ‘I know where I’m going, John.’ I offer. He doesn’t have to flank me all of the way.

    ‘S’all good, girl.’ he rumbles, continuing his long strides besides me to the stairs.
  • Marian Alexiaцитирует3 года назад
    He gives me no time to adjust. He pounds into me repeatedly, punishingly, over and over, sending me skyward in pleasure. I press my lips together to refrain from shouting out, dropping my head onto his shoulder in delirious despair.

    ‘Do you feel me, Ava?’ he grinds through gritted teeth.

    Lord give me strength, I think I’m going to pass out. He’s working into me like a mad man, urgently thrusting and gasping.

    ‘Answer the question!’ he’s shouts. How come he can shout?

    ‘Yes! I feel you.’

    He hammers on, pushing me further and further into a mind spinning despair. I’m a second from bursting, the one leg I was stood on now off the floor from being pushed up the door.

    ‘Does it feel good?’

    ‘Oh God, yes!’ I scream as all breath leaves my lungs and I’m assaulted by his greedy mouth.

    ‘I said, quiet.’ He bites at my lip, the pressure bordering on painful.

    The blazing fire attacking my core cracks, fizzles and ruptures, pushing me into a fevered bliss as I climax on a loud cry, his mouth capturing my screams as my mind goes blank.

    I shake uncontrollably against him, but he drives on, shouting on his own explosion, his erection pulsing and jerking as he spills himself deep inside me.

    Oh, good Lord, that was way hard and way fast. My head is spinning wildly. I’m in complete awe of what this man does to me. He’s a bloody genius. And in his office?

    ‘I might bring you to work every day.’ he breathes against my neck as he slowly pulls out of me, letting me slide down the door. ‘Are you okay?’

    ‘Don’t let go of me.’ I mumble into his shoulder. I can’t find my balance.

    He laughs lightly, wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me. I blow my hair out of my face and find his stunning eyes in my field of vision.

    I smile. ‘Hi.’

    ‘She’s back.’ He presses his lips to mine and picks me up, carrying me to the sofa and placing me down before he sets about tucking himself in and refastening his flies.

    While he collects my bag from the floor, I rearrange my dress and flop back on the sofa, a smile tickling the corners of my lips. The contrast of his persona, from wild and demanding to tender and attentive, is a real brain burner. But I love both sides. He’s just way too good.
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