An Apple a Day
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Take everything as fiction. Anything medically related is my interpretation and should be seen as pure fiction for legality sake.
Chapter 10
AN: So its been a while for this story....for a lot of my stories. Im sorry....its been an interesting and trying past few weeks. I hope you like this chapter and are still reading. Updates may be sporadic, but I havent given up and more will come. Same goes with IABY and Im currently writing a new one too. So, anyway thanks for the support and continuing to stick with me.
This may be a bit rough, but I wanted to get something to yall.
Enjoy.
Gabriella hadn't muttered a word since his eyes captivated her in a drowning blue stare. The question was a blur and all thought of anything pertaining to not crawling across his lap and straddling his waist and grinding till the cows came home had completely vanished from her brain…and that was a bad thing. Yes, it had been determined. His eyes were sent to this earth to test her strength and sanity. She knew she needed to speak, because not doing so was giving off something she didn't want. Not speaking was her attempt to pull herself together, too bad it was only allowing her to fantasize more. Fucking liquor. She had to say something and rip my top off couldn't be it. She cleared her throat and mustered all strength she could to clear her mind, "No"
Troy smirked and turned his head, dropping her stare as he brought the cold brown glass to his lips, "Alright"
Gabriella's brow turned inward and her eyes trailed every feature of his face in scrutiny, "that's it?"
Troy looked at her through the corner of his eye, his smirk still present.
"No…Good thing because I'd make you cum so hard or Good thing because I'd fuck you so good you'd be aching for more" she stated in a mocking tone.
Troy let out throaty laugh as he turned his body towards her, increasing their contact. His tongue darted out of his mouth to graze his bottom lip. His eyes truly touched every bit of her flawless face studying her response to his response. He knew without the liquor her words most likely would not have been as presumptuous and detailed. Sure, she would have been forward, but this….damn, it sent his pulse racing, but he had to keep his cool. He wasn't trying to get in her pants…not now anyway. He was trying to figure her out, trying to get to know her. His perfect lips curled into a genuine smile as he shrugged, "do you want me to?" He had to ask. It wouldn't have been him if he hadn't, plus she was unbelievably cute when she was caught off guard.
Gabriella stopped breathing. It wasn't till that moment that she realized what she had just said. What she had just implied. Fuck. She turned her glass up to her lips downing the remaining clear liquid; "I…um…If you would excuse me, I need to use the ladies room" She didn't wait for him to respond. She pulled herself from the curve of his embrace and headed for the restroom.
She felt his eyes on her and it sent a raging fire down her spine. If running in three inches heels wouldn't have looked completely stupid her clouded mind would have darted like a bat out of hell, but unfortunately she was trying to appear aloof and in control, even though she knew that appearing that way at the moment was fleeing.
She entered the modern style restroom and went to the sink mirror combo. She dropped her head, closing her eyes as she gripped the countertop, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" she spat under her breath.
She took a deep breath and let it out gradually as she slowly lifted her head to stare at her reflection. She ran her fingers through her hair gripping a hand full atop her head and closing her eyes for a second, "God" she groaned.
Her eyes opened and she took in her appearance. She looked fine. Her zebra print sweater dress was fitted to her body just the way she wanted it to and her hair looked like it always did. Her eyes were a little glossed over thanks to two potent martinis. On the outside she appeared fine, but on the inside she was screaming. Troy was hot. Her eyes told her that and her sick obsessions for men who knew they were perfection initiated an attraction, but something else was bothering her. It was crazy, but the fact that he hadn't retorted in a pompous "my dick rules the world" way when she answered was really striking her. She had fully expected it. Sure, he had been human engaging in conversation about she and Sharpay and he had been attentive and remembered something as irrelevant as her drink of choice which was naturally complicated, but she had figured it was a ploy. Men like him always had a ploy. She had been a victim of that ploy…and her sick brain loved it. Well, not in over three years had she played the seeking victim. She had given him the perfect opportunity to nail her to wall and he hadn't taken it. He shrugged and when she responded with her outlandish loaded responses he merely said, "Do you want me to?" No..."I'd do that and more….I'd make you scream"
"Shit" she growled. She had to stop these thoughts. She was a professional. She dealt with people like him all the time. This was not a time to go soft. She had resisted for the past few years. She could do this. It was just the alcohol making her all wonky. I mean, girls get horny when they drink right? It seemed like Sharpay had told her that once. "Oh God. I'm quoting Sharpay" she said in disbelief.
She needed to go home. She needed to get some coffee and try and fall asleep. It would all be better in the morning and she would be able to blame every action and thought on the liquor and Sharpay. Yeah, Sharpay, She and Sharpay had talked about him this afternoon and naturally Sharpay had sent disgraceful thoughts to her brain. Yep, it was the liquor and Sharpay's fault.
She gave herself one more look over and went to leave completely not considering that for her to think in this manner, to this extent, the thoughts would have had be running rapid for any of her reasoning's to have bearing. She had to blame something, because wanting her client couldn't be a possibility.
Before the swinging door had a chance to close she found herself repelling backward. Two warms hands caught her, "Shit" she said under her breath, "I'm so sor…" her eyes drifted up to her savior.
His perfect grin was beaming down at her and his eyes were smirking in an amused way, "you were saying?"
Gabriella rolled her eyes and jerked back as she crossed her arms, "nothing…what are you doing stalking out the ladies room....Looking for your next screw?" Gabriella questioned with a little too much resented attitude than she wanted.
Troy rolled his eyes, "no…I wasn't actually Gabriella….you were in there for a while. I was coming to make sure you were okay"
Gabriella's eyes narrowed in analysis, "so…you were going to enter a ladies restroom…not that it would have been a first for you…I'm sure you've done a lot more in there" she stated, attitude still present.
Troy leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms in the process, studying her expression and digesting her rant. He decided to let it go…for now, "if necessary…yes."
"Uh huh….Okay…I need to get home…I'll be in touch." She said as she went to move past him.
Troy stepped forward preventing her from moving and causing her back to rest against the solid concert wall. His hand move to relax against the surface next her head while the other rested along his side. His eyes captured hers and his features turned to confusion, "did I do something to upset you tonight?"
Gabriella silently swallowed feeling claustrophobic from the minimal amount of space between them and the erotic stance they were silently involved in. She shook her head, "no"
Troy wet his lips as his eyes studied every detail of her deep orbs, "you sure?"
Gabriella sighed, "yes Troy…I'm just tired and I need to get home"
Troy's other hand moved to the space next to her face, caging her in. His countenance drifted closer to hers. His sweet breath lingered along her features and his gaze never left hers, "you would tell me…right?"
Gabriella felt like her insides were going to explode. She didn't need to be this close to him right now, "When have I not been completely blunt with you about anything?"
Troy chuckled, "I'm thinking right now"
Gabriella shrugged, "well, you're wrong"
Troy's face moved to linger to the crook of her neck. His lips lightly grazed the soft skin as he spoke, "am I?" he asked in a low tone as his lips expanded along her skin leaving a warm wet pleasure evoking touch.
Gabriella's eyes instinctively closed and she nodded her head.
Troy smirked against her skin as his lips traveled up the length of her neck till they reached her lobe where his tongue lightly licked the curve of ear, "are you sure? I just want to please you Gabriella. I'm really not a bad guy…really"
Fuck. The sound of her name on his lips in that husky voice sent a painful throb between her legs and he almost sounded sincere. He was being so kind yet so fucking sexual at the same time. It was killing her.
Troy pulled his mouth from her crook, actually missing the contact, but knowing what was about to take place was going to be loads better. He had thought about it for days. He was actually nervous. He never got nervous. A kiss was a kiss, well, that was before Gabriella. He had kissed his fair share of woman, but something told him that this one was going to be one that he would never forget and dream about for the rest of his life.
His eyes took in every part of her face. The way her eyes had darkened to the point that they were almost black. The way her breathing was fast, yet in control. The way her black curls framed her face highlighting how absolutely stunning she was. His eyes finally traveled to her plump lips. The lips that were the source of her extreme intelligence and brutally honest opinions. Something that had pissed him off in the beginning, but really was the reason he stood inches from her, desiring to know her, not just to screw her, but because he genuinely wanted to. My, how things change.
She watched him study her. It made her a stomach flutter. Something about the way he was currently looking at her made her nervous and not the "oh my god he's going to attack me" nervous, but the "teenage girl at her locker talking to the basketball captain" nervous. It was a very odd chain of events that was occurring.
Not giving it anymore thought, deciding to just act, his lips moved to lightly press against hers. His eyes slowly closed as his lips expanded wetting her lips with his moisture. A jolt of lightening had stirred from the impact. A jolt that screamed pleasure, want and an indescribable feeling. His face pushed forward increasing the pressure on their mouths. His lips lightly moved against hers, nibbling her lower lips as he began to coax her lips to part. His tongue gradually entered her warm orphus desiring to capture every inch. The second her tongue grazed his he lost control. His chest pressed forcefully against hers and his groin thrusted up into the apex of her legs. His lips fully covered hers as his tongue massaged hers in a heated needy manner. She was kissing back with equal precession and that was enough to make his cock solute the stars.
The second his lips touched hers her body turned to jelly. Her senses and nerves settled into overdrive, but the moment his skillful tongue entered her mouth her gut twisted into a knot, her core screamed and her body tingled in a foreign manner forcing an unknowing feeling to erupt. She kept her hands at her side in surprise, but mostly because she didn't trust herself to keep them where they needed to be, which was not on his ass where they were itching to grasp.
Troy reluctantly pulled away, licking his lips unconsciously wanting to savior every taste of her. His eyes trailed her rapidly rising chest and then traveled to her swollen lips. He dived in again, only this time not so gentle. His need, his want was unmistakable. His hands moved up her sides and wrapped around her middle pulling her into his growing erection.
Gabriella had to be losing her mind, because at that moment one hand was tugging at the strands of his sandy hair wanting him as close as possible, while the other clawed at the front of his button up cursing the need for clothing in public.
Troy broke the kiss again, "I don't want to fuck you" he said in a low voice as if having an epiphany.
Gabriella's face turned to confusion, partly wondering why those words hurt and another perplexed by the sudden outburst.
She remained silent.
He shook his head as he stared at her swollen lips. He ran his fingers through his hair, "I don't want to fuck you" he said again.
There was the pang of hurt again, "is that your way of flattering me?"
Troy chuckled, "no…I just don't want to fuck you"
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "okay…we have established that" she didn't want hear it again. For some reason it hurt more than the previous.
His hand trailed down her face as his eyes memorized her beautiful features. He bit his lower lip as he smiled and leaned down to kiss her sweetly on the lips, "I had fun tonight"
Gabriella stared at him in confused awe, "uh huh"
He smiled. It was the first time in his life that he didn't want to take a girl home and screw her brains out. He didn't want that for her. He didn't want that for them.
"Let me take you home…I don't think you should drive"
Gabriella was beyond what was going on, "I'm fine"
Troy shook his head, "I'm taking you home Gabriella, I would hate myself if something happen" he demanded as he laced their hands.
Gabriella's eyes drifted to the sudden intimate embrace. What the fuck was going on? He didn't want to fuck her. He had made that clear, not once, not twice, but three times, but yet he was acting…interested, but he didn't want to fuck her? She needed to get home…now. "Really…Troy, I'm fine" she stated trying to pull her hand from his hold.
Troy continued to shake his head as he led them through the crowd to gather their belongings. He helped her put on her coat, "I'm taking you home…no rebuttal from you in any form is going to stop it."
Gabriella sighed, "whatever" she groaned as she moved to walk out of the bar.
She let Troy bring her home and she went upstairs alone and for some reason that pained her.
"Gabriella, will you please shut the fuck up" Sharpay groaned as she weaved them through the streets of LA.
"I just want out of your death wagon" Gabriella said as she gripped the "oh shit" handle.
"Well, it's not my fault you got shit faced and couldn't drive your car home…I am surprised actually that ES just didn't take you to get it when he left this morning."
Gabriella groaned, "I know that sometimes it takes about thirteen times for things to register in that jumbled lala land brain of yours, but for the umpteenth time Troy did not stay over and we did not have sex" she said the last part with a little resentment that she tried to cover.
Sharpay turned to look at her, "you seem disappointed in that."
Gabriella turned to Sharpay, "that you pick up on? It took six months for you to realize what I did for a living despite it being written all over everything and my telling you countless times, but no, you pick up on that?"
Sharpay chuckled still looking at her, "you'd be surprised at how much anything pertaining to sex gets my attention and how smart it makes me"
Gabriella laughed.
"Fuck" Sharpay screamed as she pulled the car in A lane, "driving really should have an age limit. That old bat shouldn't be driving…fucker"
Gabriella laughed, "one…you were veering into her lane and two…she was like our mothers age"
Sharpay shrugged, "the first part is subjective…and on the second…I'm still not seeing your point."
Gabriella sighed, "forget it…I don't have the patience to deal with you right now."
"So, why didn't ES spend the night…I'm sure he wanted to"
Gabriella groaned, "he doesn't want to fuck me" she said as she looked out the window.
"Yeah okay" Sharpay said with a smirk and an eye roll.
"I'm serious….after he kissed me he said he didn't want to fuck me"
Sharpay slammed on the breaks. Loud screeches and horns sounding filled the air, "wait….he kissed you…and your just now telling me this because…what the fuck"
Gabriella looked around it horror. The green light was blaring in front of them and the horns were loud and outrageous, "Shar drive…its green"
Sharpay shrugged, "answer me"
"Fuck…fine…I went to the bathroom, I came out and he was there. He talked about wanting to make sure I was okay because I was gone for a while and something else, I don't remember. I made some snide comment about him being familiar with the ladies room because he probably screwed in it or something and then he kissed me and then kissed me again and then said he didn't want to fuck me…ugh and he had this big happy smile on his face"
"Hmm" Sharpay responded.
"Seriously Sharpay, "drive"
The dark SUV finally began to move, "were you gone for a while?"
Gabriella scrunched her brow and looked at Sharpay, "I don't know…maybe…I guess…what difference does it make?"
"He likes you"
Gabriella laughed, "right…whatever…nothing screams I like you like saying over and over "I don't want to fuck you"
"You seem really upset about that"
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "no…I'm not, it was just rude and inappropriate how he kept saying it."
Sharpay laughed, "uh huh…and what would you have said if he said he wanted to fuck you?"
Gabriella's eyes narrowed. She knew what Sharpay was trying to do here. She had done it to her numerous times, she just never thought Sharpay would reciprocate the sentiment and meaning behind it. It was odd.
"I wouldn't have said anything, but maybe some snide remark about him wanting to fuck everyone"
"There you go…he likes you" Sharpay said as she rounded the corner where Gabriella's car was.
"You're not making sense" She said as the car came to a stop.
"How is it that your big ole brain can't comprehend this, but mine can…you're not everyone Gabi…that's why he doesn't want to fuck you"
Gabriella just stared at her.
Sharpay smiled, "but honey…trust me…he more than wants to sleep with you"
Gabriella pulled the handle to exit the car, "I done with this conversation…I'll talk to you later"
Sharpay laughed, "be sure to grab a big umbrella while you're in denial…I'm betting reality is going to be blaring down on you today"
Before Gabriella could respond Sharpay drove off laughing.
Gabriella wasn't stupid, she got what Sharpay was not so subtly trying to say, but she couldn't let herself fathom that it was actually reality. Not now…not in the future. It couldn't happen.