Chapter 6
Zeke has tried to ring me, but I’ve remained strong and not given in to that flashing green button that says talk. I know why he wants me if the sex was as good for him as it was for me, he wants more. And I don’t just want that. I’m turning twenty-six, I want something more stable, something to ground me. To give me companionship. I don’t see that in him, and I’m afraid that I would fall for him regardless.
Just as the thought of him pops in my head again, my phone starts ringing. Private number. I contemplate not answering until Ember looks my way and threatens me with her eyes. She’s sick of my phone ringing and she wants me to answer him whenever he calls. I’m in the middle of picking accessories for her latest client when it stops and restarts. I grab it and notice it’s a private number again. I answer, hoping it’s not him.
“Bexley,” his voice comes out strong, and I can feel my disdain for him weakening me with just at the sound of his voice.
“I’m working, Zeke,” I manage to say after a long pause.
“I know, I’m out front waiting for you,” he says roughly.
“Why?” I ask as I maneuver to the window of the two-story building, and when I look down, I see him leaning against his car. My heart speeds up just looking down at him. He dressed in casual dark jeans and a plain white shirt though he looks like a million dollars.
“‘Cause, I want you.”
“Ah ha,” is all I can say to that. What woman doesn’t want to hear that a man that can fuck and look as good as he does, say those words?
“Come down,” he says in a demanding voice. “Please,” he adds lastly. I look around to find Ember at the window and she nods her head excitedly.
“I’ll be right down,” I say and hang up. I go to the mirror and check my reflection. My hair is down, angling around my face, I have heels and a skirt on. I push my c-cup boobs up a bit higher in my low cut shirt and nod my head. I can do this. I can see him and not just fuck him. Then why the fuck was I checking to make sure I looked okay? I’m fucked!
He pushes away from the car when I exit the doors and looks me over, his eyes roaming all over me. He always seems to be doing that. Never giving anything away with his facial expressions or lack thereof.
“You’ve been ignoring me? Why?” he asks and walks closer. I back up, wanting to put some distance between us. He notices and stops his descent.
“I’m not a fuck bunny, I won’t be there to just please you. I want more, which I don’t think you can give,” I say and look down at my feet, not wanting to look at him in the eyes.
“Well, I want you. So, I guess we’ll have to work on that little situation of yours.” His voice is low. I look up to see his eyes still on me, assessing me again for a reaction.
“You don’t even know me,” I reply because it’s true. He doesn’t know a thing about me.
“I know what I want, always have. And I get what I want, always have.” He smirks with those last words.
“What do you do for work?” I ask, wanting an insight into him. He sighs at my question.
“Can we go for drinks if we’re going to play the ‘get to know you’ game?” he asks waving his hand to the car.
“I’m not getting in the car with you,” I say, knowing if I do, I’ll be a slave to my desires. He looks around unsure of what to do or say.
“There’s a bar across the street, let’s go there. Shall we?” he asks waving his hand in front of him motioning for me to go. I nod my head and we walk side by side heading to the bar. I don’t know what to say. Deciding to look from the corner of my eyes, I want to see his eyes, but they’re facing ahead. He’s so deliciously handsome it makes resisting him difficult. Once we reach the bar, he opens the door for me. We enter and take a booth in the back. The bar is quiet and there’s possibly only five other customers apart from us. The waitress comes over and takes our order. I tell her I’m okay, but Zeke orders two red wines and a cheese platter.
“Why have you been avoiding me, Bexley?”
Hmm…straight for the jugular he goes, no pleasantries with this man. The waitress comes back and places the platter on the table with our wine. He picks up a piece of cheese and opens his mouth sucking before chewing it. His lips are slightly wet, and his eyes have gone completely dark. I want him, I want this man bad.
“It will never work,” I say and sip my wine. Shifting in my seat, I cross my legs while he watches my every move.
“I know it would,” he says simply.
“It wouldn’t,” I retort back, looking at him. He smirks at me the cocky bastard.
“You’re sitting there right now, squeezing your legs tightly together trying to contain your reaction to me. Your eyes go hazy when you look at me and you bite your fingers to try to stop yourself from giving in to your desires. But the thing is, my cock is pushing against my pants right now. I want to bend you over this table, hike your skirt up and fuck you in front of all these people to show to you that you’re craving me as much as I’m craving you. And by the way, if I wanted to, you would let me.” I drop my hand from my mouth and stare at him in anger because he’s right.
“You’re a cocky son of a bitch, you know that?”
“I told you, I’m a man that gets what I want, Bexley.”
“And you want me?”
“Yes, and I want you.”
I nod my head thinking about this. Would it be the most stupid thing I’ve ever done? Or should I try? I’ve been in relationships before, but none, absolutely none, has made me feel the slightest bit of attraction that he pulls from me. Perhaps I should run with it, see where this desire comes from? Though I won’t make it easy for him. He won’t get me to bend over when he says so, or when he pleases.
“Come home with me?” he asks, standing and offering me his hand. I don’t say anything, I just stare at his outstretched hand, the hand that I want covering my body.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I say, defiance in my voice.
“If you say so.” He smirks again. Fuck him, and all his hotness.
He gets his way that night, and I stay at his house for two days. Doing nothing but lying in bed with him, watching movies, sleeping, but mostly fucking. He’s going to break me, fuck me, and then toss me out like trash when he’s done. And I can’t seem to say no to him. No matter how strong I am. I’m fucked.