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We see each other and we hug like we haven't seen each other in over a year. Although, we haven’t actually seen each other much due to the fact that she's been spending her time with Alex and I have been with Evan.

  “You okay?” she asks still holding me.

  “Yes, I’m fine,” I say as we break free and I sit on her island stool.

  “What could be going on with him?” Alyssa asks.

  I told her some details in a text earlier so now being face to face, I go into more details.

  “Everything was fine after our date and yesterday he comes over and we have the most amazing sex.”

  “You what?” she yelled.

  “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, but it happened last night.”

  “It was amazing sex, but you sound like you just came back from a funeral?”

  I giggle at her. “It was amazing and would have been even more amazing if he would have stayed the night like he was supposed to. Instead, I woke up alone! He left in the middle of the night.” Maybe I am over reacting.

  I glance at her and I notice the look she has on her face. It is her you better tell me about the sex part leaving nothing out, look. I smile and give in. I told her in details of how unbelievable he was in the bed. I could tell she was enjoying this story because of the expressions her face kept giving me.

  “Close your mouth,” I say to her.

  “That was hot and I haven't even gotten dirty with Alex, but I hope he can top all of that!” I hit her shoulder and she laughs. “Sorry, but shit, I want hot sex too. On to Evan, this is what you do, demand him to tell you what the fuck is going on, and if he doesn’t, then tell him you can no longer see him anymore.”

  “It isn’t that easy. He made a surprise appearance on me this evening in front of the building, catching me before I could go inside.”

  “Oh no! That is kind of creepy, Nat.”

  “It is kind of, but I like it. I love everything he does.”

  “So you going to give him the time of day?” she asks with a worried look on her face.

  “Yes, but I don't know what's going to happen.”

  “He is definitely complicated but give him a chance, he might explain the truth, Nat. Don't be so stubborn.” I laugh, remembering that he calls me his stubborn kitten.

  We finish up the evening, chatting, laughing and I decide I needed to head home. I have some homework and studying to catch up on before the week.

  I have so much going on in my head with Evan, studying is going to be hard. Could I do this with him? Do I want to complicate my life with a man I just met? I don’t know, but I know that I need some space. I need to think of everything as a whole. I need answers, too.

  Chapter 9

  Evan’s POV

  I worked late last night and I went straight home to pass out. I wanted to go over to Natalia’s apartment, but I really was exhausted. I’ve been so busy these last couple of weeks that I needed to rest. I came to work today and I’m glad they gave me the evening off from the club. I am getting some files and folders, putting them in my briefcase to go over them at home. But before I leave my office, I’m going to send my stubborn girl a text.

  Evan: My evening is clear. You are going to see me. Do you miss me?

  Nat: My evening is not clear! No! and NO!

  NO? Okay, no worries. I’m not replying. I gather my things and rush out of the office. I pass Marissa in the hallway and wave my hand as I go.

  “Evan,” I hear her calling my name.

  “Yes, Marissa?” I turn my head toward her as I keep walking.

  “Wait.” She catches up to me. “What are you doing later?”

  “Why?” I ask. But I know why she’s asking, because, before Natalia, we would sometimes “hang out” for dinner. Lately, I am just not interested.

  “I wanted to meet up later.” She starts rubbing my jaw, kissing me on the cheek.

  “I’m sorry, I have to finish some work, and I am going to the gym.” I start to walk away and say, “But I’ll see you tomorrow.

  She huffs and walks away.

  I have decided to go for a run around Central Park before seeing my girl. I change and plug my earbuds in. It takes me an hour to run several miles but it was the best hour for stress relief since sex was out of the question at this moment.

  I needed to get my thoughts together as much as I needed fresh air. I get to my apartment, shower, and get ready to go to Natalia’s. She replied “no” to my text, but I know she has to miss me. I can feel it deep down in my gut.

  Wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and my sneakers, I’m out the door several hours later. I drive to her apartment and I park right across from her building. I look up to see her window so I can check if there’s any light on in her apartment.

  I don’t see any lights. I don’t think she is even there yet. I take my gun and my holster before I leave my car and hide them in the car compartment. I don’t want to scare Natalia just in case she sees it. I go inside her building, running up the stairs as they make a crackling sound.

  Getting to her door, I ring the bell several times. I look at my watch to see what time it is and it’s only eight-thirty. She should be here soon since she gets off at eight. I pace the hallway back and forth for a minute. I’m not a very patient man, but for this woman I will try to have a little. Maybe not! Patience is not my virtue.

  I look down and start searching for something, and I see something shiny on the floor. I walk over and bend down to pick it up. It’s some kind of bobby pin. I straighten it out so I can use it to pick her lock. I stick the pin in and wiggle it around until I hear it unlock. So it did. I open the door slowly to view the place first, but everything is so dark.

  I don’t turn on any of the lights so everything is still in place. I’m in the dark with no way of seeing until I remember my cell phone is in my pocket. I pull it out to give me enough light to look around. It’s quiet in here with the exception of the noise from the cars and the sirens racing down the streets. It smells like a combination of her sweet perfumes and hair products. It smells like Natalia. I sit and wait.

  About ten minutes later, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and then it stops at the door. Keys start jingling around in the doorknob. As the door opens, she turns the lights on and yells. She yelled so loud it scared the living shit out of me.

  I stood up in a surrendering position, trying to quiet her down. I walk slowly to her and her screams subside.

  “How did you get in, Evan?” She throws her handbag on the table and slams the door.

  “I am sorry to scare you. I couldn't wait outside.”

  “So you break in? I should call the cops on you.”

  “Let’s not get hasty,” I say. “That would not look good on me right about now.” I break in, then they find my gun in my car. Let me calm the situation down as quickly as I can, I think to myself.

  She’s furious. She takes a deep breath and walks over to the kitchen counter, getting a wine bottle and wine glass. She pours one and takes a big gulp as she closes her eyes, feeling it go down. I walk toward her. I am sorry I apologized again.

  “Please, do not come any closer.” She holds one palm up.

  I continue to walk closer to her, her hand doesn’t intimidate me. When I’m near her, I pull her hand into mine. She is watching every movement intently, trying to figure out what I am doing. I grab her wine from her other hand and set it down. She tries to resist, but I’m too quick.

  “What are you doing? Give me that.” She said

  I stop her hand before she grabs her wine back. I take both of her hands, pinning them behind her lower back and pull her body against mine. She tries to fight me, but I got a firm hold on her hands.

  “Let me go.”

  “No!”

  “I will scream.”

  “No you won’t.”

  I think this is turning her on. I see the way her eyes change from an angry mood to a sexually hungry one. “Did you miss me?”

  “I meant what I text you, E
van; NO.”

  “You’re so damn stubborn.” I frown. “I missed you.”

  “You missed me, Evan? Well, I don't believe you. You are just here to fuck me, that’s all. You just want a convenient, new, sex toy to do with as you please, whenever you want.”

  Her eyes have narrowed and she is glaring at me. I instantly get pissed off. I move back as I release her. I can't explain my feelings. I don’t want her to feel the way she does. You know what? I can get stubborn too. I was trying to figure what I want and why I keep desiring to see you. I am also trying to figure out why I can’t get you off my mind. You know what, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause all of this. I don’t want you just for sex. I don’t want to miss you either, but that I can't control it.”

  I walked out of her apartment pissed the fuck off and I hear her running to the door. “Evan,” she calls my name but I don't look back.

  She follows me as I walk outside. I stop in my tracks and turn around to look at her.

  “I’m sorry for everything,” I say.

  “Where are you going?”

  “The same place as always.”

  She stands there with that broken but beautiful face looking at me. I turn to get in my car and leave. I burn tires as I go. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I need to take her out of my head. I can’t go back to the place I once was. I don’t need another broken heart. I need a fucking drink. Tonight is my night. The night I will forget Natalia.

  I pull up at Frederic’s and make my way inside, having the bouncer nod his head when he sees me. I sit and order my usual, a whiskey drink on the rocks. This time I ask for a double shot. I drink it, then the second, and now onto the third. The noise of the loud, once annoying music is becoming my normal as well. I can feel my head kind of bobbing to the beat.

  I started to feel good and happy. Suddenly, someone comes from behind me and covers my eyes with their hands. I lift my arms to feel the hands. They are soft and by the scent, I already know it’s a woman. It also helps that I feel her breasts on my back.

  “Guess who, sexy?”

  “Who is it?”

  I turn around to see and it is Marissa. I smile. My night has begun.

  Natalia’s POV

  Chapter 10

  I am pissed off! He owes me some kind of explanation. I run up the stairs, snatching my door open and then slam it closed without any consideration to my neighbors. I pace back and forth from my bedroom to my kitchen like five times.

  I don’t know what to do. I want him to explain all that he was saying to me and all these new feelings that are really going on with us. Yeah, I miss him, and I can tell he misses me, too, but I couldn't admit it to him yet. I’m petrified of what I am starting to feel for him.

  But first, we need to talk. I stopped my pacing. If he wants to show up unannounced and do whatever he wants, then so can I. I think I will go find him. I think I have an idea where he just might be. I walk into my bedroom, sipping my wine as I stare at my clothes in my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I definitely want to look sexy tonight.

  I start randomly piecing together bottoms with tops when I spot my favorite pair of black skinny jeans and I know that is exactly what I am going to wear. I pair those jeans with my pointy, black studded heels and a lacy, black corset. Yes, the ones that fit slim in the waist and perks your boobs up. I always feel sexy in black and I accentuate my outfit with silver bracelets and silver earrings.

  As I look at myself in the mirror, I see that my silky, black hair flows freely around my face, down past my breasts just the way he likes it. I look like a million bucks well spent. I keep my makeup simple with light brown eye shadow and mascara to bring out my bright blue eyes and finish the look with a bold, red, wet looking lip-gloss on my full lips. I grab my clutch and am on my way to Frederic’s Lounge. He has to be there and if he’s not, then I’ll have a couple drinks by myself and then come home. I grab a cab and pull up at the club within minutes. I walk in, giving the doorman a wave.

  Tonight is loud and chaotic. The owner of the club happens to be Alyssa’s Uncle Frederic, so I get a big advantage not having to wait in the crowded lines and get drink hookups. They all know me. The DJ is playing “Loud” by Rihanna and I lift my arms, following the beat of the song as I walk to the nearest bar through the crowd of people. I can see all the eyes on me. It has to be this corset. I smile and I keep strutting my stuff. I see Evan, just like I knew I would, on the opposite side of the bar and I walk in his direction. He was just turning away from the bartender with two drinks in his hands. I stop him by standing right in front of him; he looked floored.

  “Natalia.” His eyes are wide open and his voice soft. I can tell he already had a few drinks in him. “What are you doing here?”

  “Last I checked I was able to go wherever I pleased.”

  I look behind him and that’s when I see her again. She is smiling, walking up to him and putting her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, what's going on?” She grabs her drink off his hand and takes a sip.

  He doesn’t say a word but his face tells me something different. I refuse to make a scene, but damn it, if I didn’t want to pop her in her face and scrape her smile off her face. I’m going to play it better than her.

  “I see you have company.” I keep my eye contact on both of them. She smiles. He stays silent. I smile and step around them, walking behind them to leave when he turns quickly, placing his drink down and grabbing my hand.

  “Wait.” His face almost looks like he's begging me to stay.

  “Evan, don't do this,” Marissa interrupts. Now this bitch is annoying me. I am going to show her who runs shit here.

  “I’m leaving and telling you ahead of time to give you the option of coming with me or staying here with this bitch.”

  “Excuse me,” she reacted to my name-calling. I didn’t even acknowledge her. I pull my arm from his grip and walk out. I’m walking out as confident as I came in.

  Once I’m outside, I hear him running behind me. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me tight against his chest. He kisses my neck and I try to push him off. I’m not strong enough because my body is going against me.

  “Evan, get off me, you are drunk.”

  He keeps on nibbling and kissing my neck and gets to my earlobe. “You need to be fucked now. You in this corset, it does things to me.” He slurred his words

  I suddenly had an image of the girl he was with. I push him off again. “Go back inside. Save all of this” I say as I grab his dick, “—for that bitch you were with.”

  “She is no one to me.” I see his face changing and he's getting frustrated. “You know what?”

  “What, Evan!” I cross my arms over my chest. He throws me over his shoulder, taking me to his car, which was parked right around the corner. He puts me inside and I start trying to argue with him but he stays silent.

  You can’t drive like this Evan. He gives me nothing back. He drives and I buckle myself in.

  He drives straight to my apartment and parks.

  “You’re not coming inside with me.”

  Before I was done with that sentence, he was out his door, and in front of mine pulled me out and brought me inside the building. I fight back, but his is strong and skillful I must say. He knows how to pin me how he wants to and take control. He knows how to hold me tight enough so I can't move. He picks me up over his shoulder again and climbs up the stairs, putting me down when we reach my door.

  “Open the door,” he demands.

  I stand there with a look of shock on my face when he grabs my clutch, takes my keys and opens the door himself. He pulls me inside with him. He followed me to my in front of the counter.

  “What's your problem?”

  “My problem, Natalia? You are the one upset over nothing.” He starts smirking. “As a matter of fact, we are done talking.”

  “Oh, is that so?”

  “Yes, I think you want to be fucked.”

  I swallow hard; my body is on fire for thi
s man. He made me feels so enticing and the way his eyes lust over me made me wet on the spot.

  “Fuck me then. Take me, here, now.”

  His eyes darken as he heard my orders. He pulls me toward him and twirls me around with my back against his chest. He brushes my arms with his hands from the top of my shoulders down to my hands. I lean my head back on his shoulder while he tucks the heavy side of my hair behind my back around my other shoulder.

  He breathes against my ear as he whispers, “I am about to fuck you senseless.” His hands are gripping the sides of my body. “I want to make you cum one time after the other until your body can't produce any more juice.”

  I freeze after a moan comes out of my mouth. He definitely heard that sound and I turn my head slightly toward his face to see him lick his wicked lips. He starts then to devour my neck with his aggressive kisses while he is gripping my hair in a fistful and pulling it to one side. Something about this force and aggressiveness got me feeling even hotter. At that very moment, I realize I need this. I need his commands and his dominance. I need him as much as I want him.

  “I want you to pull your panties down right now.”

  What? He wants me to take my panties off? I think to myself. I turn my face and give him a sensual look and a flirty smile. He knew he had me where he wanted at that moment. So I proceed to do as he asks. I love the authority in his voice.

  He backs up a little, giving me room to bring my panties down while still having a hold on my hair. They fall around my ankles and I feel his hard, big cock on my ass. I straightened myself as I lift my ass up a little higher, giving him an invitation.

  He releases a moan and grips me from behind the neck with one hand as the other holds onto the sink counter. As he holds me tight, he starts pounding my pussy. He was serious when he said he was going to fuck me senseless.

  “You like it, baby?” he whispers in my ear while his hand are gripping my hips.

  Unable to control my moans, I scream, “Yes I like it.”

  “Your pussy feels so good. Your pussy belongs to me. Do you hear me?”