Chapter Seven
Becca
“What are you doing here? Why are you here?” I could feel my eyes growing bigger as I stared at him. I immediately felt nervous as he stood in the doorway. It was different than the other night when he dropped me off. He was now just a step away from being inside of my apartment. Just like he had been in my dream.
“I really wanted to talk to you,” he shifted slightly. “I tried to call, but I was close, so I figured I just stop by. I hope that was ok.”
“Sure, of course.” I stepped to the side as I watched him finally step foot into my apartment, something I had never imagined happening when I had met him that day on the plane.
“Can I get you something to drink? A glass of wine? It’s nothing fancy but–”
“That would actually be perfect, thank you.” He smiled as his eyes took in his surroundings. I was happy I had cleaned the place up from earlier. The mound of papers from work were still scattered across the coffee table. “Is Melissa home?”
“No she’s out with her Fiancé. She won’t be back until tonight, at least another few hours.”
“I see. Good. I was hoping we could talk…about the other night.” Chance sat on the couch among the mess of papers and I joined him as he continued. “I wanted to apologize for what my father had. Howard can be…well, he can be…tough.”
“It’s ok.” I smiled as I played with my wine glass, remembering how uncomfortable I was when I had met his father.
“Things have been really crazy.” His voice seemed softer, almost hurt. I slowly looked up at him from my wine glass and could see he was struggling.
“Is everything ok Chance?”
“No, not really,” His brow intertwined in the middle, a slight frown creased his jaw.
I gently reached over and hesitantly touched his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I…I do…and the thing is…” Chance picked some lint off of his pants as he stalled, searching for the right words. “I’m not so sure things will be ok,”
“What happened?”
“It’s my father.” Chance looked sadly into my eyes, “He’s here because he’s sick. He had an appointment with a specialist.”
“Oh, Chance,” I squeeze his hand softly, “I’m so sorry.”
“I wish I could say he’s going to be alright,” he looked away, “but that wouldn’t be true. He told me he’s dying. He was vague in a way, but I knew there was more to it.”
“Chance,” I whispered softly. I thought about the rant I left on his phone earlier and how I had spoken to his father the previous night.
“I feel so much guilt Becca, so much regret,” Chance slumped into the couch. I hadn’t been in this situation before and was at a loss for words. I scooted closer, listening to his every word. I hoped for a sign that would tell me what to do or what to say. I thought him coming to the city for hotel and club opening would be the beginning of a new chapter for us. That finally I would make him proud. But now I see that it’s really just the end.”
“Chance you can’t think like that,” I rubbed his arm gently as he leaned toward me, vulnerable and broken. “Like you said, your father tends to be tough. I’m sure he’s proud of you. More than you realize.”
“I hope so.” He sighed heavily as than looked up at me. “All I ever wanted was his approval. But know things have changed. I won’t have much longer to fix our relationship.”
I gently stroked his hair and tucked a lock behind his ear as his eyes locked on me. I could feel my pulse surge. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No, I appreciate that. I’m just happy we can talk about this. I’ve kept this inside all day. It’s drained me.” He moved in closer. “I don’t really have anyone in my life that I can talk to like this.”
My lips pursed as I nodded at him, acknowledging that I would be there whenever he needed me. I felt as vulnerable as he was, allowing myself to feel his sadness. He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek as he thanked me again, our eyes still locked. He slowly moved his heads closer, eventually placing his lips gently on mine and I didn’t resist. It felt natural. Our kiss quickened as he pulled me closer, his full lips kissing mine. His tongue danced across my lips and the sweet taste of white wine on his tongue filled my mouth. I kissed him back as I grabbed his arms, squeezing them. The closeness of his body reminded me of our time together in Vegas. I stood from the couch, pulling him upward to stand with me and then took his hand, leading him to my room.
His strong hands roamed my body and I took in a shuddering breath as he caressed my breasts through the thin fabric of my tank top. He kissed my neck, pulling the tank sleeve to the side and kissing my shoulder. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I quickly lifted my tank top, exposing my breasts and erect nipples. His hand clutched my neck as he kissed me. His hand traveled down over my shoulder to my breast as he kissed me harder. His other hand pulled me closer as I could feel his hardness through his suit pants. It pressed against me and I could feel myself getting wetter. The sensation of pleasure shooting through my bundle of nerves.
I tugged at his shirt, quickly exposure his smooth, tanned chest and ran my fingers over his rippled abs until my hand came to rest at the top of his pants. I flicked my wrist, unhooking his belt and deftly released the button and pulled down his zipper. His pants fell to the floor as he stepped out of pants and kicked of his shoes and socks. He stood in front of me, a thin layer of nylon briefs held in his hardness and I could barely contain myself.
Chance pulled me close, rubbing himself on me as he eased his hands around my hips, slowly pulling down my yoga pants and leaving me naked in front of him.
“Chance,” I pleaded, “The bed,”
He picked me up and placed me on top of my covers. My body burned for his touch as my body squirmed. He climbed on top of me, slowly grinding his body on my naked body, only a thin piece of material keeping us apart. I reached down, sliding them off of him and feeling the heat of his skin against mine.
His dazzling blue eyes filled with lust as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled at his strong back. My back arched as he reached down and caressed me. His free hand stroked my lips, his finger entered my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his finger, and then sucked. A lust filled hiss escaped his lips as he moved his mouth down my body. His lips found my wetness as he licked and teased me. I couldn’t control my own body. Electricity shot through my body with every kiss, every lick, every touch. I pulled his head towards mine, unable to take another touch of his tongue.
“Chance!” I cried, as my juices began to overflow, “I want you.”
“Becca.” He slowly entered me, his hardness throbbing inside of me as I begged for more. He kissed me harder as he cupped my ass, pulling my body into his, our rhythm was perfectly in sync as I buried my head into the pillow and moaned.
I had missed this, I had missed him. This was everything I had dreamed about and more. The way he knew my body, the way he made me feel, I had never reached such levels of ecstasy with anyone else. We both let out a breathy moan as we reached climax. We collapsed next to one another. Are legs and arms were intertwined. For the first time I felt that what we had was real.
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I wanted to ask him to stay, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea, for either of us. We were finally in a good place again and I didn’t want to let him go. I watched as he got dressed, admiring his strong body. All I wanted was to pull him back into bed and hold him, but I knew Melissa would be home at any moment. She begrudgingly understood my decision to take the job with Chance. She would never understand my decision to sleep with him again, especially after she warned me to keep my distance.
“I’m home…Becca? You here?”
“Yeah…just a minute.” I yelled from the bedroom. I emerged a moment later, Chance just a few steps behind me, his face slightly red from the embarrassment of us getting caught.
Melissa stood there, stunned. The sight of Chance had caught her off guard. But then her face completely hardened. Mentally I cursed my bad luck.
“Good to see you again Melissa” Chance smirked.
“Um, you too.” She crossed her arms and cocked her head as she stared at us.
“I’m sorry, I really need to get going. Becca, I’ll see you tomorrow at the office?” Chance smiled and I quickly smiled back. He glanced over at Melissa. “I get that you didn’t have the best first impression of me...” He smiled sadly. “…But I’m really not as bad as you think.”
Melissa rolled her eyes as I quickly ushered Chance towards the door and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I whispered.
“Sounds good.” He whispered back. “Oh, by the way Becca?” He smirked ever so slightly. “I got your message, and I have taken care of it. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
I felt my face redden and I just wanted to crawl into a hole. He gave Melissa a courteous nod then made his way out the door. There was silence for a moment, until Melissa stomped into the living room without saying a word.
“Melissa wait…” I said as I followed after her.
“Dear God Becca!” She said as she tossed her bag down by the couch. “What were you thinking? I get taking the job, but seriously! Do you think it’s smart to sleep with him? After he hurt you like that!”
“That was all a misunderstanding,” I said defensively, “Besides he’s going through a lot right now. He needs someone. And honestly Melissa I really care about him.”
“He already has two strikes against him. I guess you’re going for a third?” Melissa shook her head. “When will you learn?”
“There’s a reason we keep bumping into each other. There’s a reason I met him in the first place. Of all people…of all things. The plane, the hotel, the restaurant at Jeremy’s party, now this job? It’s fate Melissa.”
Melissa threw her hands in the air and walked towards her room. “It’s your life. I’m gone in two and half weeks. Do what you want.”
The door slammed and I didn’t hear from her for the rest of the evening.