Chapter 12

I’m at the store to purchase some wine. Today is my day off, and when I walked out to my car last night there was a note attached to the wiper blades from Connick, which contained nothing more than his phone number and his name. I text messaged the number and he called me back instead of messaging, his voice seductive and sweet. He didn’t ask me multiple questions, the call was simple and I liked that. He asked if he could pick me up, and I told him no.

Instead, I am driving to his house, after I figure out what type of wine I’m meant to get. He didn’t ask for anything, but I can’t go empty-handed even if it is just for sex. Though, it seems to be for more. I’ve never ever seen a partner again after sex. Yet, I let him work his way into my life, and the main thing about that is that I let him easily.

I’m wearing a tight pink dress matched with black heels and my hair down as per his request, which I didn’t feel like arguing with. Grabbing a bottle of red wine, I turn and smack into someone. I start apologizing without knowing who it is, and the moment I look up and notice who it is, my voice stops, and my blood begins to boil. Fucking Nicole is standing there in front of me holding a bottle of milk to her chest. She looks up, and her face goes white, she didn’t expect me to be standing in front of her, and I sure as shit didn’t anticipate seeing her again.

“So, there was a reason we had to move here…” She is the first to speak then she trails off, and what she did say shocks me.

Did he follow me?

How would he know?

Looking around, I make sure he isn’t here. Turning back to Nicole with her true colors showing, I want to smack her across that perfect face of hers. I believed her last time, even went to dinner with her to forgive her so we could move on.

What on earth was I thinking?

Leopards can’t change their spots and neither can she. She’s an utter bitch.

“You moved here?” I ask, disbelief evident in my tone.

She rolls her eyes at me. “He’s only infatuated with you. He loves me.” She rolls her shoulders and looks down at me.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself at night to help you sleep, Nicole,” I say. Moving to walk away from her, her hand comes out and touches my arm, she squeezes it tight making me whip around to face her again. Looking to her and then to her hand, I say in a calm voice, “Remove your hand, Nicole.”

She looks at me with hard eyes but doesn’t drop her hand. “I sleep perfectly every night with Derrick by my side.” She leans in close to whisper, “He’s setting up another room for you.”

A shiver breaks through over my skin, riddling me with goosebumps.

I wish I’d never met either of them, but especially Derrick.

Taking a shaky breath, I try to shake my arm free, and she smirks in triumph as she releases it from her grasp. Again, attempting to walk away, I stop just a few steps from her, turning around and I notice she’s still smirking. I take a step toward her, my hand scrunched into a ball while staring at her. I know what I’m about to do, and not hating myself for it one bit. It happens fast and she doesn’t expect it, my fist lands straight on her perfect little nose. She screams, and I leave the wine on the nearest shelf as I walk away, leaving her there screaming and blood dripping down her face.

Adrenaline runs through me as I hurry into my car and drive to the address Connick gave me. It takes a total of five minutes to get there, but I have no idea how I’ve even managed to do it, considering my mind is drifting through the last few minutes. I climb out of the car and walk straight to the door, still on a high. After ringing the doorbell, he opens it dressed only in swim trunks. The water drips down his chest, and I resist the urge to reach out and lick it off.

Taking a step toward him, I throw my body at him. I can’t wait any longer, the high and the sex appeal is way too strong to resist him. He takes me as I knew he would, and lifts me up while shutting the door with his foot. Connick carries me through the house, which I don’t take in, as I’m too occupied with him. His hands squeeze my ass, and I push further onto him for more friction, I want him bad.

Licking up his neck, I know I have to taste him. His moan lets me know he approves then he bites down on my neck. We drop, and the moment we do my dress is torn apart by his hands. When I look up, I see him pulling it the rest of the way so it’s split all the way down.

The cold air hits my skin leaving me exposed in every way, having on no panties or bra. My breasts aren’t overly large, just a perfect handful, but he groans when he looks down at me and pulls his swim trunks off swiftly.

I’ve never felt the need to want someone as badly as I want him, and that’s saying something considering how much I love sex. It just doesn’t usually involve wanting to see that partner ever again. Yet, here I am for a third time now as he maneuvers me to his bed, with my dress torn and my legs spread open as he drops me down. He leans over and lowers his head, and in one quick movement, his tongue touches the most sensitive part of me. I would like to say my heart is the most sensitive, but that fucker has been locked tight all my life and no one has been able to take it from me. Even if I did let Derrick in all those years ago, I wasn’t ever truly all his. There was a boundary, and I was never ready to cross it and I’m so afraid I never will be.

I start to play with my nipples pinching them hard, but my hands are pushed away as he reaches up and grasps my breasts. His tongue makes circles around my clit, and I moan in appreciation when he inserts a finger pulling his hand away from one of my breasts, fucking me with his hand as well as his tongue.

I want to see his face and if it changes, so I arch my back and sit up on my elbows to watch him. I feel the need to know more of him. His face is determined and focused on pleasing me. Waves of pleasure hit me, and I drop back down crying out in pleasure. He removes his fingers and his body heat disappears, and I feel the loss of him straight away.

Closing then opening my eyes, I see him walk away leaving me lying on the bed still needy and wanting. Turning to observe him, I finally have a chance to look around his bedroom. His bed is low and almost touches the floor. Tones of gray cover the walls, furniture, and even the bedding I’m on. Turing to the other side, I gasp when I notice the wall. There’s a built-in cupboard against the wall, which is filled from top to bottom with books. A brown wooden ladder is also attached which slides from one side to the other. Behind me is a large bay window that looks out to a darkened backyard with a hot tub.

Sitting up, I place my feet on the cold floor and note it’s marble. He mentioned he had money, but wow… this room alone is gorgeous.

I start to think about when I arrived and remember walking to the door. It’s a large, two-story white house with cars parked out front.

He walks back in now dressed the same with his cock hard and pressing against his trousers. Connick passes me something, holding it out in his hands. Taking my eyes off him, I look down to see a shirt in his hand, a plain black one. Taking it, I pull it on over my head and look back to him to see him still watching me. It’s hard for my eyes not to drop down below when his cock obviously stands so tall under his trousers.

“Dinner, Milanka?” Offering me his hand, I take it as he pulls me to a stand. My body bumps into his and when I look up his eyes are on my lips. Looking away, so he doesn’t think he can kiss me, he playfully tugs at my arm as he begins to walk out. My bare feet are cold on his marble floor as I follow him, and I can’t help but stare at his toned back. Shadows are cast across his corded muscles, and they ripple and torment me as he walks. So much so, I want to run my fingers all over them. I understand now why he’s so toned, because he owns his own gym.

He stops at the kitchen, it’s so beautifully clean it’s unnatural, and I’m afraid to touch anything. Connick pulls out a chair for me to sit down on at the counter, then walks around to the stove. He starts stirring with his back to me. Looking down to my hands, I have to try to keep them still instead of moving, because now I’m in a position I’m not sure I want to be in.

He didn’t have sex with me!

Does that mean he doesn’t want to?

It can’t, the way he took control of my body only minutes ago, is not that of a man who doesn’t want me.

Plates start clattering and when I look back up, he’s standing in front of me with a dish full of pasta—spaghetti carbonara, my favorite dish.

How would he know that?

Taking it, I manage a small thank you, and he walks around with his own dish to sit next to me. We eat in silence for a good ten minutes before he speaks, after wiping his mouth and placing his fork down.

“What do you want, Milanka?”

Such a simple question, yet so difficult to answer. Placing my own fork down, I shrug my shoulders, unsure of how to answer.

“You know what you want. Why can’t you say it? Are you afraid to tell me what you desire?” He leans in looking at me then continues, “You should never be afraid to ask for what you want, ever.”

“The only thing I wanted was to leave my home, which I did. So, I don’t need or want anything else,” I tell him.

He picks up a glass of water and places it to his lips, I watch waiting for what he has to say next. “Do you want to own your own home? Do you want kids? Marriage? None of these things enter into your wants or needs?” he asks as he pulls his eyebrows in, displaying a confused look, but I can tell he’s very interested as he waits for my answer.

“No, I don’t want for any of that. My life is fine! Why would I be greedy?”

He smirks and looks away with those shiny eyes that hold me so tight. “I think you want me, you just don’t know how to have me.”

My mouth drops open. That was a statement I didn’t expect to leave his mouth. “Wanting your body compared to your company is two entirely different things, Connick,” I smart-mouth back to him.

He turns his chair so he’s facing me full on now. Leaning forward with his lips inches from mine as he speaks, he keeps me locked in tight, so I don’t lean forward to touch them. The last lips I touched where Derrick’s and nothing good came from that.

“You want my company, and you don’t understand why you do. I’m not one of your fuck-boys, and you try to work out what’s happening between us and you’re having no luck. Even though a part of you trusts me, the other part screams at you to stay clear. Because Milanka…” his eyes hold mine, then he leans up so his mouth is on my ear, “… I’m a bad, bad man. And I will do bad, bad things to you.” His neck is right there, the smooth lines of his traps are strong and powerful.

“Maybe I like bad,” I challenge him.

He lifts his head and comes directly into my line of vision. “Okay Milanka, just so you know, I warned you. That’s all I can do.” He turns, stands, and picks up his plate then leans over me to grab mine. His lips touch my neck, and he kisses me before he walks them over to the sink. Staying where I am while watching him, I think about what he’s said, and how I’ve answered him. I do want his body, there’s no denying that. He makes my mind go to goo and I can’t seem to think straight around him. But he also scares me and I don’t trust him either. Not fully. Enough to be in his house knowing he wouldn’t hurt me physically, but emotionally, well that’s off the charts.

“What does that mean? You warned me?”

He doesn’t answer straight away as he finishes up with the dishes. I watch him in fascination as he places the washcloth down and walks around to me. Connick offers me his open hand and I place mine in it. He takes me up the stairs and back to his room.

“Don’t fall for me, Milanka, you’ll regret it if you do.” He drops my hand and reaches for the waistband of his swim trunks and pulls them down. Finally, he’s naked in front of me. I’m still wearing only his shirt, that smells too good to let go of. Though he smells even better, everything he’s just said leaves my mind as he walks to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom.

The heat of the shower when he turns it on, fogs up his mirror as I make my way in there. He pulls me into the wide-open shower and slams my back against the glass wall. He lifts his shirt that I’m wearing and it bunches at my waist, his eyes watching me with my legs hanging around his waist and his hands on my arms pinned to my side. Then he slides into me, making me crazy delirious, and everything that was said only moments ago leaves my head in a daze as he fucks me, and fucks me hard. Without a single taste of those plump lips, which stare at me waiting for me to finally crack.