What would you do if what you dreaded most became your unyielding coveted desire?
We kiss and all I can think about is him taking me right here right now! It's like he was reading my mind. He grabs my ass with both hands before he grabs the top of m...
Over the past three weeks, things have improved at a steady pace. Visiting each other regularly while also at arms length. Trepidation fills my veins of incautiously moving forward expeditiously. Terror of it exploding, triggering horrid anguish; my heart would disintegrate. Why mess with something that's functioning properly?
I'm unable to comprehend the anxiousness I'm currently experiencing before the ball tonight. We've attended social gatherings, hell I've been the center of attention.
Something has just been ... off. It's an odd feeling of being observed from the shadows. I've questioned my sanity, upon my search, no one seems to be focused on my actions. It's as if my mind is playing games.
Shaking off my dispositions, commencing preparation for tonight's festivities.
Vignettes of Axle and I flicker through my imagination. Occupying the same living space, creating interesting and exotic dinners, viewing shows, nestled in each others arms from the sofa, skipping work to spice up the relationship, dozing off on his lap. A joyful couple, a pair who have a loving and favorable future, a future with ...
It hits like a ton of bricks, dropping the curling iron, I rush to the laptop resting on my dining room table. As I wait for my laptop to spark to life, I frantically shuffle through the papers scouring dates on timesheets and paystubs. Acquiring what is needed, I match details and for the first time, I uncover the true culprit. SHARON!!!!
I phone Axle, anxious for his response but to no avail ... voicemail. Ugh, why isn't he attentive to his phone?
"Axle this is of the utmost importance, please call me back," recording a desperate voicemail to vindicate Jordan as he suspected.
I attempt to call again. Crickets. UGH! Why today of all days, is he unattainable.
The time has flown by in the continuation of Jordan's exoneration with only 20 minutes to complete my ensemble. My incessant need to report my findings will have to cease until his arrival.
Finalizing my look, Axle knocks on my door as I rush to place my stilettos upon my feet. Swinging my door open his mouth goes agape. I'm adorning a stylish princess tulle ball gown in a deep crimson.
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Axle arrives in a tux, white fitted button down shirt accompanied by a fitted white vest. Joined by a black tux jacket, black pants and dress shoes with a block bowtie to complete his look.
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