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...
Jade unearthed a beautiful cold shoulder dress in black hanging in my closet. After I dress, I gaze in the mirror and I look astonishing, maybe too much for just lunch, "You don't think it's a bit much for lunch?"
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Jade snickers, "Hell no! Axle needs to see what he's missing out on." We both laugh in unison walking out of my apartment, confidence high and ready to finally face Axle.
I start to feel nervous, approaching the door wondering if I should have just kept to wearing my jeans and a cute shirt. To late now, I roll my eyes at the thought, it's 1:45, clearly I'm early but I guess I'm anxious to see him.
I know I over reacted, I've never acted this way with anyone before. I'm unable to comprehend my actions, it's like i have no self control when it comes to him. Why does he elicit such actions from me. I can't help but feel jealous over someone who's not mine, it's ludicrous. I shake my head as I reach for the door of the restaurant.
My hand starts to tremble as I pull the door open; when I enter the establishment I'm greeted by a handsome waiter, his eyes travel from my face down my body making me feel uncomfortable.
I clear my throat, venom seeping in my words "I'm pretty sure your supposed to greet me at this point!" His eyes snap up finding mine, his face different shades of red, displaying a grin of apology.
My blood pressure lower as I find my words, "table for two please. The other party will be here shortly," I tell him in an attempt to move on from the embarrassment.
This place is enormous and appealing, modern furniture, sleek lines, dark hard wood, nice lighting, beautifully decorated walls in multiple colors, patterns on the rug. You would think it's too much going on but somehow it all fits together.
As I follow the server to the second floor, I feel that insatiable pull ... I feel HIM! My head whips over my shoulder, gazing towards the front door on instinct, but Axle is nowhere in sight.
Just as I'm turning back around, a strong hand grabs my wrist, sending shock waves through my body. My eyes dart down when I see the tattooed hand that I crave. I follow the tattoos, up his muscular arm to his well sculpted shoulder, up his beautifully decorated neck to his God-given face.
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