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Rated MA - for unnecessary swearing and office and bathroom sex
Chapter 26 – Best Day
Tris's POV:
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and neighborhood kids laughing. The morning summer sun is streaming through my bedroom window as I let out an unnecessarily loud and drawn out yawn while stretching my arms over my head before I pause in thought. Am I in a fucking Nicholas Sparks novel? Who wakes up like this? Gathering my thoughts I look to my right and drop my arm down to the spot my boyfriend is supposed to be occupying…but isn't. A paper rustles under my hand as I grab it and squint to read the way-too-perfect handwriting:
Have fun on your "not-6:00-am" run! Text me when you're up. I love you don't be mad…. –T
"Bastard," I mumble under my breath looking at the clock. 8:00. "Oh my God!"
"What?!" Christina yells from the kitchen. I look and see that my bedroom door is open and she is sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"It's 8:00!"
"Accurate," she says nodding her head, flipping through Vanity Fair. She makes a disgusted face before commenting on how much better she could do than some whichever designer.
I stretch my arms and arch my back again. "I slept amaaaaaazzzzziiiiinnnnggggg!"
"You slept for a day-and-a-half, recovering from a fever….or….could it be the wake-up sex?!"
I snap my head up. Oops!
"Don't you dare ever say anything to me about being loud! Christ what were you guys doing to each other?! Talk about into it! Do you two know there are other people on this planet with ears?!"
I bury my head in my pillow in embarrassment, remembering Tobias and I reminding each other to be quiet. We have to work on that!
"Aw Trissy… I just put my ear buds in and thought about my boyfriend…and then, well—"
"Yep… I got it… Okay!" I get up quickly really not needing to hear any more Christina masturbation stories.
"Come on! It's not like I was thinking about you two… Well, I guess you were kind of my inspiration…but what I was really thinking about was when Will—"
"Chris."
"What? Want some coffee?"
I laugh at how quickly she changes gears as I nod my head and make my way to the small table. Lately, I'm noticing how small everything is in our apartment. This table is a perfect example: it fits two people. But I love our place….and I adore our neighborhood… I wonder if Christina ever thinks about getting a bigger apartment? Tobias's isn't large by any means…it probably only beats ours by 200 square feet, but the layout is way better. In our place everything revolves around the living room area and kitchen, so you can pretty much see everything if you are sitting on the couch. Oh well…first world problems….
"You thought I was changing the subject…"
"I was hoping…" I groan petulantly.
"I'm stealthy like that!...And I think, being your best friend, I deserve some details."
"Deserve them? Or just flat out want them?" I huff as I plop down in the other seat with my cup of coffee.
"I totally just want them!"
"I highly doubt I will answer all your questions seeing as I have a respect for my and Tobias's privacy….but you can try."
Sometimes I really do just want to tell her everything because I'm so damned excited that I could burst! What would he tell Zeke that I would be okay with?
"Oh my God! My chance has arrived! Sweet baby Jesus!" She's friggin' jumping around like a meerkat hopped up on crack…. "Where do I even star?… Okay… Soooo…" She smacks her hands on the table and leans in. "Is he like…endowed?" No need for the pretend hand job motion Chris...
I purse my lips so bad wanting to scream out, "HELL YES!" "First of all...no need for the hand puppetry... I know what a penis looks like. And second...what do you think?"
"Judging by the look on your face and his overall appearance and stature…I would say he's impressive," she says plainly as she finally sits back down.
"Hmm," I quip lightly shrugging my shoulders.
"Well there's my answer!...I'm pretty happy with Will myself…" Yeah…I don't need to know that…
"Okay….is he good at things....?" She leans forward as if there is someone else in the room and she is trying to be covert.
"Things?" I match her gesture.
"Ya know…" She wiggles her fingers and licks her lips.
"Oh my God Christina…." She stares at me with eyes wide waiting for my answer… "Fine…yes. Incredible. " And so many other adjectives….
"Okay! Now we're getting somewhere! Soooo…. I know you won't give me details about this but…how is he? Ya know? Like getcha off every time? Hit or miss? More…than…once at a time?"
I bite my lip wanting to tell her that he almost always rewards me with two and is actually pissed at himself when he doesn't…and that his life goal seems to be at least three and he says it's my fault he hasn't achieved it yet. And as much as I appreciate the sentiment it also makes me feel like he has easily achieved it with other girls and I don't love that image….but I am working to move past it.
I take a deep breath…. "More than once…often times….okay that's enough!"
"Often times?! Don't leave! I need percentages!?"
I close my door behind me as I feel my insides start to flutter at just the thought of him giving me an orgasm. How sad is it that I probably could get off just by thinking about how his gluts flex when he thrusts into me and….. Stooooooopppppp…..
"Stop what?!" I said that out loud? "I'm still standing at the door ya know!"
Turning red I open the door and start to get my running clothes on, facing away from her quickly so she doesn't notice my elevated temperature.
"I promised him I would make sure you eat." Geez… "Don't roll your eyes at me…. You're the one who put him on high overprotective alert."
Sighing loudly, I reply to her, defeated, "I know… I suck as a human… Does everyone feel better now?"
"Not really…."
"Okay what do I need to do?" I ask pulling on my shorts.
"Well…he said—"
"He said?"
"Correct….That he would like you to have lunch with him at the office today….like I said…overprotective alert: he's making sure you eat."
"It's not like I don't eat!"
"I know that... He's just worried… I don't blame him!"
"Okay…I'm going for a run!" I announce pulling a T-shirt over my head. I'm so not in the mood for a lecture.
"Run an extra mile for me…I'm swamped."
"You know you push yourself just as hard as me….Miss I'm-going-to-school-and-working-full-time. If anything…you work harder."
"Ah yes! But, I also play harder! Stress relief and all that!" She flits me away with her hands and I take advantage of my window of escape.
"Yeah okay…bye bye…" I chirp as I grab my Ipod and dart out the door.
Upon arriving at the sidewalk, I take into account the semi-debilitating humidity and how Christina didn't do her job by making sure I ate. So I reluctantly jog to the nearest coffee shop, Grounds, and get a water and a whole grain bagel.
Sitting down at a small table I think about how amazing it is that Tobias was offered a partner position. I remember George referring to him as "quite up-and-coming", but I hadn't realized the extent of his value.
How unreal is it that he wanted to actually consult with me before he made his decision? Of course I would support him and be thrilled for him! On the same token, it makes me nervous because that company gets a lot of press and if we do end up together…. I shake my head at the way-too-forward-thinking notion. We've only been together…what has it been? A little over a month? It doesn't feel like it. It feels like he has always been somewhere in the back of my mind or heart: a missing piece or something. And now that I have him…I feel more whole than ever. I'm insane and sappy and this is not a Lifetime movie Tris!
I scarf down my bagel and gulp down the water, which was a poor choice because now I'll have to take it slow so I don't get an upset stomach.
Oh well…Pandora here I come! I scroll through my artist stations and come across one that reminds me of Caleb. When we were in high school, Caleb developed this weird obsession with 90s music. He used to sing the song "Semi-charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind at the top of his lungs and to purposely drive me crazy, he would botch all the lyrics. Feeling momentarily sentimental I search the group and select the station, being momentarily disappointed that "Closing Time" by Semisonic comes on instead. Oh well…I remember the song…it's catchy…and off I go! This song reminds me of the bar…yech. But it shouldn't because it's actually about the birth of whatever-the-lead-singer's-name-is's kid. That reminds me of things I would rather forget for now…..cleansing breath….beautiful day…humid as hell…lunch with Tobias….what should I bring?...Nothing?...hope to not run into dirty whores…would be nice to see Will…hope Tobias didn't ram his head into a wall… I briefly zone out thinking about nothing else in particular until a new song comes on, still not the one I want, but good. Who sings this fucking song? It's on the tip of my tongue….think about it….Everclear!
Father of mine
Tell me how do you sleep
With the children you abandoned
And the wife I saw you beat
I will never be safe
I will never be sane…
I don't even know when it happened but I find myself stopped in the middle of the sidewalk on Damen as I internalize the words to this fucking stupid song as I quickly pause it. It's really not a stupid song, it is just hitting too close to home right now as guilt hits me for not telling Tobias that his disgusting father was "doing research" on me for two hours. I need to tell him... But I can't help thinking about how much just hearing one stupid voice mail from Marcus set Tobias off on a serious drinking binge. How bad would he torture himself if he knew I was the one Marcus was….I don't know…targeting? And when do I tell him? This week has been eventful enough so far…and with the museum addition on his plate and his possible partnership… It'll ruin everything. It doesn't matter…he's a grown man…he can handle it…he has to handle it. You're gonna tell him! You're…gonna…tell….him!
Apparently I had started running again. Upon coming to the full realization, I un-pause the song….
Now I am a grown man
With a child of my own
And I swear I'm not going to let her know
All the pain I have known…
Then I stop running again while a million other thoughts come to the forefront of my mind….
Tobias's POV:
Apparently the whole "Text me when you're up…" part of the note alluded my girlfriend because I received no such text and it's now 10:00. What the hell Tris?I break down a door, get in a cold tub…WITH YOU….and pull glass out of your head because you won't let me take you to Immediate Care…not that I blame you…But you can't even text me? Shit…what if she's running a fever again….did Christina have class this morning? Fuck…. I'm just gonna call her…
I grab my phone and then feel like a total ass because I had apparently missed a text from her about 45 minutes ago. While one second ago I was near fuming, now I am just about unable to process thought because I am staring at a picture of Tris's wet legs as she stands in the shower. The picture starts as high as possible without actually seeing her nude. I know this because I try desperately to zoom in…but….nothing….all sexy leg. I would have thought I had swallowed my tongue but I feel a dull pain as I realize I am actually biting it.
Tris: Morning handsome…sorry I didn't text you when I woke up….don't be mad….
I want those legs wrapped around me immediately so I can take you up against that wall…right there…that one! But…I…am…frustrated….with…you!
Me: Nice toes.
Tris: (Sad emoji) You're mad….
Me: Just worried. Send me a naked selfie and I'll feel better.
Me: Please?
Tris: Well since you asked nicely…..
Is she fucking serious? Touchdown! Homerun! Gooooolllllll! Wait…this could actually be a very very bad idea…. But I'm so in!
I receive a picture of her standing full frontal naked in the completely fogged up bathroom mirror. Sonofabitch!
Me: That was utterly disappointing…..
Tris: I will…make it up to you?
Me: I will…be looking forward to that? Can you be more specific?
Humming the jeopardy tune in my head, I wait for her response. Another picture: her bed with light blue yoga pants laid out, …love em…they show off her ass… a Blackhawks T-shirt,…my baby loves hockey…awesome… a light pink lacey bra,….I want to see her boobs so bad….socks, running shoes… So what?
Me: Am I missing something?
Tris: Yes….and I will be too…See you at lunch! 12:00? I'm bringing Jimmy John's. (winking smiley face emoji)
What the?….. oh that's so awesome…..
Tris's POV:
I'm practically skipping into the ALG building as I sip a large root beer and swing the Jimmy John's bag in circles. I have our favorite sandwiches, salt and vinegar potato chips, pickles and a warm chocolate chip cookie to share. He cannot get on me for not eating!
"Hiya Bud!" I wave as I pass him by.
"Tris…" he nods giving me a weird look before going back to his phone. I get it…I'm not the super smiley happy type. Sometimes I wish I were. Oh well! I am today!
I have decided that I am going to tell Tobias about Marcus…and I have decided that I'm going to do it Friday night after I get off work. Then he'll have the weekend to process things. I think he's hanging out with Zeke on Friday…Crap! I need him to be sober…or maybe not totally…a couple drinks actually may not be a bad idea. But he definitely cannot be drunk!
He is so amped up about the museum addition that I can't bear to take his focus, nor his excitement, away from him, especially with him missing half of the day yesterday. Sorry babe. I need to tell him when he has a couple days to process. And I also have to figure out a good way to tell him. He tends to make rash decisions in emotional moments…and he still doesn't talk about his father enough for me to know exactly how he will react. Maybe it won't be as bad as I think…
The ding of the elevator signals that I have arrived at the 85th floor and if it weren't for the nudge of the person behind me, I may have missed it. Smiling in thanks I just about stumble out of the elevator. The last time I was in this hallway, I was busting a move to get the hell out of here. Hopefully this lunch will go much better.. I walk down the hall and spot Will sitting at a cubicle.
"Hey Will!"
"Wow! You're looking very chipper today. Is everything alright?"
"Um…yeah…I was just saying—" Do I always have resting bitch face or something?
"No no no! That came out wrong...you just usually are more subdued….not in a bad way!"
"Okay…well…how are you?"
"Four's pissed at me."
I groan in frustration at my overprotective boyfriend.
"Well, I did let him go through a three and a half hour meeting without telling him you suffered from a head injury…and then apparently I left glass embedded in your head…"
"What did he say?"
"That I'm irresponsible….among other choice words."
"Care to share those 'choice words'?"
"Not….really."
"Will… I'm sorry…he had no right to—"
"It's fine…He does have a point: If he had kept information like that from me, I would have cold-cocked him…assuming I had no regard for my own life."
"Well…I would have hated knowing he screwed up a meeting because I'm an idiot…"
"Yeah…well…when I filled him in he just about busted the elevator door."
"Jesus…okay…I need to talk to him."
"He's in his office."
"Thanks…I'll talk to you later. Are you going to be at the bar tomorrow night?"
"I don't know if Chris wants me there…apparently flirting is more important—"
"Will….it's not…reading between the lines I would say it's about her feeling like you don't trust her….just think about it."
"Hmmph…okay. I'll…try…."
I give him a small sympathetic smile and pat him on the shoulder as I make my way to Tobias's office amping myself up to give him a piece of my mind. He doesn't get to treat his friends this way on my behalf. I approach his office and am slightly distracted as I suddenly realize I haven't officially been in his office. Is that weird? I can see him through the blinds hunched over about five different sets of plans and a million post-it notes, scribbling furiously with his token mechanical pencil. I observe him for a bit. I can see on his face that his mind is working in a thousand different directions. He smirks slightly out the side of his mouth as he goes over some lines he had just drawn in his other utensil of choice red: a fine-tipped red pen. He is so brilliant…how is he with me? And could he be hotter? He has his suit coat over the back seat of the chair, and is wearing a white collared shirt with a narrow navy tie that matches the coat. And…those…glasses… .I wonder how he feels about office sex? Geez Tris….you teased him enough with the no panties text this morning….he's a professional!
"Knock knock!" I chirp as I peak my head in the door. Where the hell did he go? "Tob-…Four? Huh…." I walk slowly into the office and put the food on his desk, not wanting to disturb the table. Suddenly hands cuff my hips and turn me around while a pair of very familiar, commanding, ardent lips attack my own.
After sucking in a deep breath in surprise I immediately melt into his strong needy embrace as he pulls me into him with one arm and cups his hand around the back of my neck running his thumb along my jaw seductively.
"How did you know I was here?" I ask pulling my head away slightly but keeping every other ounce of bodily contact.
"Don't know…I kind of just…felt your presence…turns out I was right…" he remarks as he continues to graze his lips with mine. "I fucking hate it when you call me Four…." he whispers in a petulant voice that he somehow pulls off as endearing as he kisses me on the side of my mouth.
"Well apart…from this being your…work." I swallow thickly as he runs his thumbs down my sides grazing my breasts and taking soft purchase on my waist. " I heard you were…acting….like him." Even though I want to give him a serious peace of my mind I will not be taking my hands off this man as I pull him to me by his tie and kiss him full on and strong on the mouth running my free hand up through his hair as he immediately returns the urgency by holding me to him tightly. He pulls away momentarily as the look of straight up desire and need reflect off his gorgeous face.
"You don't seem very upset," he remarks with a smug smirk on his face.
"Oh don't worry…I plan on giving you a piece of—"
"A piece? Oh I would love a piece from my smokin' hot girlfriend," he says as he accosts my neck with his amazing lips as I groan in pleasure because he hits that perfect place that makes me crazy for him.
"Right here?...In you're office?...Are you sure that's…..um….appropriate…." I release him and back away slightly. "…Four?"
"Nope totally inappropriate," he says coming closer to me as I back away. "You called me Four again," he comments with a semi-amused look on his face. "Don't."
"Or what?" I ask as I keep backing away. "Doesn't everyone around here call you that? Don't they all call you…Four?"
He stops and puts his hands on his hips shaking his head before walking abruptly to the door. He pauses as he looks over at me before subsequently locking it and rushing back to me landing his lips on mine again and backing me into the wall. He cages my head between his forearms and kisses me sweetly for a moment running his tongue lightly along my bottom lip as I rest my hands on his taught abs. God I want his shirt off. "They definitely do….all call me that…but they aren't special."
"I'm special?"
"Oh you're very special….and you know you are…." he comments softly as he pulls my yoga pants away from my stomach so he can look down into them. He loses focus of what he's saying momentarily as it registers that I was not kidding in my text that I am indeed wearing no panties.
"Fuck…that's so hot," he says as he slowly let's the elastic go back into place and swallows. His face is totally flushed and he looks fucking adorable as he loosens his tie.
"You should show me how special I am…." I suggest as I pull his lower half closer to me, pleased that I can feel his erection even if he isn't flush against me. "….unless there would be nothing special about that…." Like if this wasn't the first time he had his way with a girl in his office….
"Oh trust me it would be incredibly special," he says in reassurance as I start to slowly unbuckle his belt, hoping to God he let's me. I look up at him and see that he is intently looking at me where my legs are parted as I lean against the wall. A sudden surge of boldness hits me and I pull away from my belt-opening efforts.
"Did you want to see?"
He looks up in total surprise at my question as he nods his head quickly. Before I lose my nerve I step out of my running shoes and pull my yoga pants down, tossing them to the side while standing with my legs a little further apart than necessary. His lips are parted and he bites his bottom lip as he looks down at my center. I see a sporadic twitch through his pants as he just continues to stare.
He lowers himself slowly onto his knees and runs his knuckles up and down the inside of my thighs, still not taking his eyes off of where I am literally throbbing for him. Taking a deep breath through his nose he brings his face right between my legs, lightly kissing me there once and then going back in and licking a stripe with his warm tongue. Oh my that's heaven…
"Mmm hmmm….definitely special," he says softly almost to himself as he licks his lips. I watch him intently as he runs his thumbs up my thighs and grazes each right over the apex of my thighs, brushing against my folds several times back and forth as I whimper. I'm fairly certain my legs are going to give out…especially when he uses his thumbs to spread my wetness and teases my clit drawing circles with his tongue.
"Fuck…Tobias…I'm gonna fall…" My shaky legs, which I have to admit are pretty strong, just about give out as he stands up catching me around my waist with one arm. He sets me down slowly making soft sweet eye contact as he smiles out of the side of his mouth proud that he literally made me weak in the knees. My eyes quickly go right to his lips and then back up to his eyes as I see that the sweet glint that was there has now been replaced by an emotion that is reflected in my own.
Seeing as I already had started on his belt, the rest was easy as it came undone rapidly, along with his pants. Needing him immediately I pull his briefs off as he kicks out of them grabbing me by the backs of my thighs, which I wrap around him. He drives into me with a grunt of pleasure so deep from the back of his throat it almost sounded painful as he holds me there for a minute shaking his head. I am already just about quaking around him at the sensation.
"I swear…thank God you are so fucking wet…this is…"
I start to move my hips quickly because I just fucking need him…hard…now.
"Oh my God…Tobias…I can't take it…please just fuck me."
His eyes go double wide as I surprise him by my boldness again. But he immediately satiates my needs as he plows into me hard and then pulls out slow and then hard and then slow…it feels so fucking good…but his hands are occupied by holding me up so I move my own down to add pressure to my clit… I think he just about swallowed his tongue as he stops and watches me.
"Baby…" I whine. "Please don't stop…" He shakes his head as if he just woke up from a trance as he starts thrusting up into me at my favorite angle.
"Fuck…that was just…so sexy…."
I keep at my job and he keeps at his burying himself into me with deep grunts and moans as our bodies pound against the wall roughly. He starts to hit the spot and I know he can tell as he bites his lip and scrunches his eyebrows in concentration.
"Ah…ah…ah…Jesus Tobias…"
"I want to watch you come…hard…baby….God I love you…you're so fucking beautiful…"
How I don't snap his far-reaching cock in two I don't know because my stomach tenses up like a spring as I clench my teeth trying not to scream. I lose all feeling in my body except my core until the spring snaps and electricity spreads through me like lightning. I feel warmth as he engorges and unloads inside me with several drawn out thrusts and moans. I cling to him until I can feel his last shudder and he does the same still rocking into me slightly, making sure I'm finished. He lets out one last shaky breath and then turns us so his back is against the wall as he slides down, resting his head on my shoulder.
"That was…." I don't even know….
"Special," he breathes out heavily with his head still on my shoulder.
"Yeah."
"And I mean it….you are….this was," he lifts his head and looks at me with lazy eyes, disheveled hair and a sexy sheen of sweat on his forehead from exertion. Thank God I'm light because that can't be easy…. That was his way of reassuring me that he hasn't had hot office sex with anyone else. Insecurity is not attractive Tris! He loves you….Geez…. He tucks my stray strands of hair behind my ears and softly places his hands on my cheeks pulling me in for a sweet slow kiss, lingering for just a moment on my lips before smiling shyly. "I'm a guy… I shouldn't love kissing you so much… Honestly babe, sometimes I think I would be just as happy doing that than doing this." He gestures toward where we are still joined as I look at him with raised eyebrows. "Okay…well…that's why I said 'sometimes'…. So please don't get any ideas."
"You said it…I didn't," I joke as we both laugh. "But I get it…" I say as I close the gap one more time. "I literally dream about your lips on mine." I give him the softest kiss I'm capable of, partially so I can relish the moment and partially to tease him a little as I feel him twitch inside me with a slight reignited fire and groan at the physical sensitivity. I laugh and raise up on my knees to sit next to him against the wall as the 2 pictures that were to the right and left of us come crashing down to the floor scaring the hell out of both of us. I quickly look over at him and see that both of his eyes are scrunched tight. I try to hold it in but I can't fucking help myself as I start to laugh. It ends up coming out in fits and snorts …real hot Tris… as I try so hard to stop myself.
"Thank God they're shitty knock-offs," he comments as he gets up, pulling his pants with him and zipping them. He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek telling me he loves me and to hold on a second, then he walks over to a bathroom. This is a really nice office….I can see why he fell asleep here…. He returns with a warm damp towel and hands it to me smiling sheepishly. "Not very romantic…sorry." He rubs the back of his neck as if I would be offended by the sweet gesture.
"Maybe not….but very sweet…" I grin back at him accepting another chaste kiss on the cheek as he retreats to the bathroom.
I can hear him laughing at himself as he takes in his appearance. I love his laugh…
I clean myself up and pull on my pants taking a look at the mass of cracked glass that riddles the inside of the frames of the…
"Oh my God…." I lift up the photograph he referred to as a 'shitty knock-off,' and stare at it with my mouth completely agape.
He walks out of the bathroom and stops at his desk picking up the sandwiches. "You know…we can totally make these visits a daily thing. My productivity would sky rocket," he emits laughing lightly again. "…Tris? What's up?...Don't feel bad cause I sure as hell don't—"
"Tobias."
"What?"
"Do you have any idea what these are?!"
"Shitty photographs that fell down after I took you up against a wall?"
"Actually my friend they are Ruth Glint originals," says a friendly even-toned voice.
I look quickly toward the door while my face heats up faster than a steam engine and I see the odd man I met at the Cubs game. My eyes flit to Tobias who is leaning on his desk with his back to whoever the hell that guy is. He has his eyes closed and lips between his teeth.
"Hello Amar," he grits out in a monotone voice. Amar?!
"Four..." he pats him on the shoulder as he makes his way toward me.
"We haven't officially met." He is smiling warmly at me obviously waiting for Tobias to introduce us. I glance over Amar's shoulder to see Tobias still with the same look on his face.
"Um….hi…I'm—"
"Tris, Tris…this is my girlfriend, Tris….Tris, Amar…Amar, Tris."
"It's a pleasure to meet you…officially…Tris," he remarks, shaking my hand.
"You, too. I'm so sorry about…"
He picks up one of the photographs and appraises it. "It looks like the glass is just cracked. The photos have been sealed…I surely wouldn't have only glass over something so valuable."
"Okay…I'm…we're…um…still sorry—"
"My dear. There are so few things in this world that put a smile on his face," he tips his head behind him at the still stoic Tobias. "I heard him laughing in here and I thought my ears were betraying me. Please…don't apologize for that."
I see Amar look over his shoulder at a trying-so-hard-not-to-grin Tobias as his face now turns several shades of red.
"So you approve of my taste in photography?"
"Oh my God yes….these are…I can't believe you have the originals! Tobi-…Four… How did you not know? Especially with your mom being an artist!" I say shaking my head with my hands on my hips. "Amar these are—"
I look over at Tobias who is now staring at me with a look I can't read. Maybe a cross between surprise and confusion? A little bit of anger?
Amar turns to Tobias. "You're mother was an artist? I had no idea…that's quite amazing…I would love to see some of her work..." Fuck…shit…fuck….shit….
Tobias clears his throat. "Tris…you can call me Tobias in front of Amar."
"Okay." I say swallowing and looking away from his penetrating stare, knowing he was looking at me like that because of my cavalier reference to his mother. I can still feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
Amar must sense the tension as he addresses me again. "You have quite an eye for art."
"I…love…photography. Ruth Glint….I mean look at how she totally ditches the technical aspects and focuses on the composition. Her photos practically look like daguerreotypes. I don't get it! She was…phenomenal…" I glance back at Tobias who seems like he is at war between wanting to listen to our conversation and think about whatever else is on his completely unreadable mind. I realize everyone is quiet as I quickly focus my attention back to Amar. "Oh shit…I mean….sorry. You may have wanted to get a word in there someplace…"
"Actually I was quite enjoying your brief rant. There aren't many young people who even know what a daguerreotype is…and I concur…she was brilliant. And a close acquaintance of mine."
"Are you serious?!"
"Indeed….May I ask where you attended college?"
I groan internally at the embarrassing admission I have to make in the face of two brilliant architects. "Umm….I…I…wanted to… I always thought I would…but—"
"Not to worry…I don't have any sort of higher education."
"Really?" Tobias asks in almost disbelief. I know he didn't mean it, but it is a little insulting that he thinks people can't be successful without a college degree. Although he didn't mean it insulting in the least...it hurt a little coming from him…even if I kind of agree. He must sense it by the expression on my face as he gives me an ashamed look and opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't get the chance as Amar jumps in.
"Really." He looks at Tobias seriously. "I find that drive, intelligence and sensibility have much more to do with success than a degree….obviously."
"I wasn't trying to insinuate that either of you—"
"It's fine," I say nodding my head. I mean it, but it did come out curtly.
"You meant no offense, my friend. It is a rather unbelievable situation. Oddly enough, George has a master's degree in international business from Stanford…and he is a yoga instructor," he says chuckling. "How lucky are both of us that we get to do what we love and are compensated for it."
Tobias makes apologetic eye contact with me, followed by a smug smirk and I know what is coming next as I glare at him.
"Speaking of which…Tris is quite the talented artist herself…wouldn't it be wonderful if she were compensated for doing what she loves."
"Well…talented is a stretch…Four."
"You two obviously know how to get under each other's skin…no pun intended…" Amar laughs under his breath at the reference as Tobias and I both turn red again. "Four…you have to learn to lighten up if our partnership is to be a success. I'm assuming you've told your talented girlfriend about my offer…" Tobias nods as Amar turns his attention briefly to me. "I'll be expecting some of your work on my desk on Monday. I hope you can take honesty…because it's all I'm capable of…enjoy your afternoon my young friends…" He exits the room as quickly as he arrived and Tobias and I are left making awkward glances at each other.
"I'm sorry—"
"I didn't mean—" we both say at the same time.
"C'mere," he gestures to me as I walk slowly to where he is leaning on his desk. He wraps his arms around my back looking me in the eyes. "I wasn't saying that college degrees have anything to do with…intelligence or knowledge….or—"
"I know. I was just as surprised as you to find out that someone as successful as him is without a degree."
"Fuck. Tris…even that sounds horrible. I can't believe that even came out of me…I can't bear you to think that I don't believe you can be successful without one. I was more surprised because he never told me…Honestly, I respect and admire him more now."
I nod my head in understanding. "And Tobias…I didn't mean to bring your mother up so casually…You were upset and I don't blame you…" I shake my head and run my hands up and down his arms, resting them around his neck.
"You thought I was upset?"
"That was all I could chalk it up to…"
"No…" he chuckles. "I wasn't upset. It was actually really great hearing someone talk about her as if she existed. Referring to her as an artist…it just…it caught me off guard, but she would have loved it if that were a legacy she left behind. But…fucking Marcus crushed that…" He drops his arms and rests them on his legs looking down at the floor.
"Well…maybe if you talked about her more? I feel like bringing up your parents is kind of an off limits topic—"
"I don't mean it to be." Let's not get on the topic of Marcus….
"I know. So…maybe sometime you can tell me more about her?"
"Yeah…I will…I promise." He rests his hand on my cheek and pulls me in for a soft kiss that makes my insides melt. "I love you…now can we eat? … I've worked up an appetite—"
"Four, Tris…I'll be expecting you both in the ALG box at the United Center tomorrow night. You know…in case the Blackhawks take the Stanley. The cup is supposed to be in the building… ta ta!"
I stare at Tobias who is staring right back with a smirk on his face. "Did he just….?"
"…invite us to the play-off game where the Blackhawks could win the Stanley Cup….yes, I believe he did."
"Did he say box seats?"
"He did."
"Holy shit!" I practically scream like a little girl and jump up and down as Tobias grins at my excitement. "Why aren't you more excited?!" I ask incredulously. At that he grabs my hand and quickly pulls me into the bathroom locking the door behind us.
He looks at me and yells practically at the top of his lungs, "Holy fuck!" as he grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I have to cling to him as fits of hysterical laughter come out of me. I have never seen him this excited and I…love…it. He sets me down as we both still bounce on our toes in elation….until…I look up at his face and I don't know what the hell takes over both of us simultaneously as I literally jump on him, crashing my lips to his as he devours mine. I bear all of my weight on his shoulders allowing him to shove his hands down the back of my yoga pants, subsequently whipping them down to my ankles at mach speed while backing me up and setting me on the sink roughly. This man makes me insta-wet and he groans at the discovery as he starts to finger me quickly. I try my best to get him out of his pants but I fucking can't because he is already curling the tip of his finger upward in rapid succession as my head starts to spin from the sensation.
"Seriously…" I run my hands down over my head because ….well, I don't really know…. "ohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod…."
Suddenly I feel more stimulus as he works me with two fingers quickly doing the same thing…all it takes is small circles on my clit with his thumb and I am just about there and digging my fingers into his back clinging to him on the inside as well as the outside as he probes me over and over matching my heavy breathing with his own. He stills his digits deep inside me as I move my hips because all I really need at that point is him inside me as my walls flutter over and over on his fingers. He moans resting his head on my shoulder. When I come to, the only words I'm capable of are. "Holy shit you are so…." Yeah…that's all I got…
"Baby…when you come on my fingers…I could easily come right there with you."
"That easy?" I say with seriously erratic breaths.
"That easy."
"Well you aren't going to get off that easily…literally and figuratively…" I say with way more confidence than I actually have as I push him away from me yanking my pants off my ankles. I am becoming quite the expert at getting this man out of his pants, even when he is as hard as he his right now. Finishing what I started before, I release his belt and free him from his pants, pushing them down to his ankles while he stumbles backwards. When the backs of his knees hit the toilet seat I run my hands under his briefs down his ass, his breath hitches as I make my way to the front dragging my fingernails the whole way until I arrive at his amazing cock and begin to stroke him with one hand while pulling his briefs up over his huge erection with my other. He hisses out about three or four expletives in a row as I continue working him with both my hands.
"Baby…I'm gonna…"
"Not yet you aren't…." I get out as I push him down on the seat and straddle him, still standing. He takes a deep breath through his nose as he runs his hands up my sides gripping my waist and trying to sink me down on top of him. "Mmm mmm…my job," I say as I flex my legs tight around his, stopping him. He looks up at me and I can feel the tip of his cock twitch as he loosens his grip on my waist, breathing heavily through his mouth. He is so erect that I don't even need to line up our bodies. All I have to do is brace myself on his shoulders and sway my hips until he is right at my entrance. This is going to be easy because I'm pretty sure I'm dripping all over him and I am so open and ready from my previous two orgasms. I lower myself about an inch and still myself, then another inch and still myself, then other…and so on. His grip tightens on my waist each time and I am rewarded with a moan every time I sink down further. Once he is fully sheathed inside me he rests his head on my shoulder mumbling something. I catch the word 'incredible' and that's it. I lose myself for a moment thinking about how amazingly sensitive I am and wondering if I feel different to him. Coming to my senses, my physical need had already taken over and I had started to rock against him. I watch his face as it contorts and he grabs my hips assisting me. I immediately push his hands off me as he freezes and looks at me worried. "My job," I reassure, continuing to rock against him as his amazing penis grazes my inner walls. Fucking unreal…. He rests his hands at his sides and nods his head with a shaky, "okay," but then adds a gritted out "Jesus" as I change the angle to get him deeper and start to increase my speed.
Every move I make seems to be sending shock waves through my pliant insides. This isn't going to last long for me….damnit….but oh my God…. Tobias closes his eyes and runs his hands through his hair not seeming to know what to do with them...so he rests them on the back of his head as his jaw goes slack.
"Fucking….amazing…my God Tris…"
I already feel that impending sense of the end coming way too soon as I change the angle and now brace my hands on the back of toilet rubbing my clit on his skin and riding him hard and fast. Suddenly his arms are around me holding me close and he thrusts up into me and I thrust down.
"Oh my…God…fuck me baby…" he grits out as I seat myself as deeply as possible grabbing him by the back of his neck. I move my hips in quick fits as his amazingly hard shaft adds pressure over and over and over my G-spot. Swelling inside me he thrusts his hips up moaning something and I come completely undone as an upsurge of warmth envelopes my insides bringing my whole being to peak and holding it there as I feel like I'm teetering back and forth in pleasure until I fall over and come down swaying like a leaf.
I don't know how long it takes for me to start breathing normally, but once I do, I realize I am still holding onto the back of his neck and he has his arms still wrapped tightly around me.
"Tris?"
"Yeah?"
"Best day ever."
"Yeah?"
"First, I get to fuck my amazing girlfriend…up against a wall…in my office….then… I find out I get to take my amazing girlfriend…to a Stanley cup play-off game…then…my amazing girlfriend fucks me…on a toilet…."
We are still clinging to each other as we start laughing at the ridiculousness of that last part until he slightly pulls back in an attempt to lean his elbows on the back of the toilet…we hear a sudden flush….as Tobias pitches over the side of the toilet taking me with him….
Tobias's POV:
If it were socially acceptable for a dude to skip, I would. I think this to myself as I head into Dauntless to meet Zeke. I'm so fucking stoked for the damned game and pumped full of whatever that post sex shit that Tris talks about that I may even let him kick my ass. He would love that and I'm feeling incredibly generous!
That girl is….the best thing…ever. First of all, she brought me Jimmy John's…which by itself…fucking rocks. Speaking of fucking, she shows up panti-less and let's me take her up against a wall, meets my boss in an incredibly awkward situation, which she handles like a champ along with seriously impressing him…so much so that he invites us to a play-off game…the play-off game. She somehow gets me to jump around like a lunatic in the bathroom and rocks my world on the damned toilet. Jesus…I'm getting worked up again just thinking about her. She has no idea what she does to me….no…idea…
My thoughts are momentarily ruined as a pang of guilt hits me because, as much as I would love to have lunch with Tris everyday, I knew Nita would be at a meeting with the ETA. Dodged that bullet. But Tris did have a few comments:
"This office is a hotel room", "still can't believe you fell asleep", "is that a pull-out couch?", "I bet people have a lot of fun in these offices…"
They definitely do…it is not exactly an uncommon occurrence for an unnamed guest to sneak in after hours. I know the right thing to do would be to just tell her that Nita, by whom I am now officially creeped out, tucked me in like a stalker weirdo. But, I'm going to be working nights with that chick and I don't want Tris to worry. Maybe she wouldn't? Are you underestimating her? If I knew my new associate Matthew were going to be at the bar every night with Tris, I would be…an unknown adjective… And they didn't even sleep together! I need to think this situation through….later. I'm too friggin' happy right now!
"Four…."
"George…"
We exchange congenial nods…mine may be too congenial…and I head back to the locker room to get ready thinking about awesome things the whole time….
Heading out to the ring I see Zeke is already geared up.
"Dude. Did you just skip?"
"What? No!"
"If that wasn't a skip it was a seriously fucked-up hop on one leg."
"Well then that's what it was."
"Why are you... What is that? Smirking?"
"Why are you checking out my mouth? Can we just box already?!"
"Yeah…okay….whatever…"
Being light on our feet we start to circle each other and I wait patiently for the impending interrogation…but not before quickly rotating my body and getting in a cross-body punch.
"So," he starts as he tries to go in for a jab. Dumbest punch ever…he is obviously not taking this seriously.
"So."
"Details."
"Vague."
"Don't 'vague' me! You know exactly what I mean by—" I deliver another cross body punch seeing as he isn't anticipating any of my moves. "—details. It's your woman…I know it is…that look…did you tap that ass today?"
"Tap that ass?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I ask enraged that he would even refer to my girlfriend as "that ass." So I roughly round house kick him in the side.
"Ow! Shit! I knew that would get you!"
"You sound like you're idiot brother."
"I'm just fuckin' with you…speaking of which…"
"You're an asshole."
Although, I can't help but laugh at his persistence. And some fucked up part of being a guy makes me want to brag about our sex life: her exhibitionist tendencies, phone sex, office sex, bathroom sex, how I've literally made her scream on several occasions, how she gives the best head ever in the history of the world and she likes it, how she seems to like to watch…which I hope to explore….
"Four! Four! Fuck man! I don't even have the heart to knock you the fuck out when you have that rare ass look on your face!" He stops and throws his gloves in the corner. "Do tell… Do tell…" he says fake soothingly as he places his hand on my shoulder, which I immediately shrug off. "Come…on! I tell you everything—"
"And I wish you wouldn't. I have to actually look at Shauna…you do know that?!"
Zeke is the king of TMI and I know way too much. "Does she even fucking know how much you tell me…?" I inquire looking over my shoulder seeing if she's around.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Probably... Honestly man…I don't think she gives a shit!"
"Well Tris…would give a shit." Maybe….how much does she tell Christina? Hopefully only the good stuff! I can't see Tris sharing our most private and meaningful moments…but I wouldn't put it past her to relinquish some information to Christina.
"You're gonna tell me something aren't you? You have a smug-ass smile on your face….I knew I could get something out of you! Halle-fuckin-lejah!"
"Stop...doing that."
After he contains his ridiculous display of excitement, which contained jumping jacks, push-ups and his version of the moon walk he hops out of the ring and runs to a bench along the wall patting the spot next to him gently. What an asshole. I follow with my head down and sit next to him, resting my elbows on my knees. I wave once to Shauna as she walks across the gym to the office.
"Ground rules."
"Aw…come on man—"
"Ground….rules." He crosses his arms pouting. "There will be no details—"
"How the fuck do you expect me to—"
"No…major…details," I amend because I can't help it.
"Alright, alright, alright….lemme ponder this for un momento…" he says rubbing his hands together and looking at the ceiling. "Okay…this is an important one….has she sucked your dick—"
"Zeke."
"—and if she has…how was it?"
"Why do these questions matter to you?"
"I need to make sure my main man is well-attended to!"
"Your main man is very well-attended to," I answer with a stoic face even if 'very well-attended to' is an understatement.
"Oh man! You must be!" Apparently my face wasn't stoic. "Okay…okay…is she a screamer?"
I clear my throat and give him a sharp, "Mmm hmm!"
"Whoo hoo! No shit?! Who knew?!...Alright…The first time you fucked…. Was it as expected? Sub par? Better than expected?"
I pause for a moment and think about my answer. "I wouldn't know."
"Were you fucked up?!...No!... Was it the night you two were plastered from all that nasty ass scotch?!"
"No you dip shit! It's because we didn't fuck…our first time."
He thinks about that for longer than he thinks about…anything...and then nods his head. "I feel you…I do. I never had that…you know…moment with Shauna."
I nod my head and stare at the ground thinking about that memory and feeling momentarily overwhelmed that I have it:
"Don't treat me…differently…please…just—"
"Tris. I will absolutely treat you differently…because you are different…and because I love you. And I have every intention of making love to you…not just having sex with you."
"So then….the first time you…you…ya know…." I stare at him in mock confusion and amusement as he fumbles over the words he is to chicken shit to say out loud.
"I don't know. What are you talking about?" I ask my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You're gonna make me say it."
"Say what?"
"You fucking know what." I shrug and lean back onto the wall. "Fine….the first timeyoumadelove…."
"What? I didn't quite catch that?"
"Four! Guys do not talk like this!"
"You're a grown man in a committed relationship…talking to your best friend…don't be such a pussy. Now….the first time I made love to my girlfriend…." I take a drink of water and a deep breath. "It was beyond what I had expected."
I wait patiently for him to respond but all I see is an immature smirk.
"Jesus Zeke! You're telling me all you and Shauna do is fuck?"
I have to wait patiently…again…for his answer. "No….well sometimes…but…."
"But…."
"But it's still love…yeah, yeah, fine, enough….you're right…I'm a pussy who can't emotionalize for shit!"
"Is that a word?"
"It is a word… Its definition being: 'to make emotional.'" George says softly, appearing out of nowhere and glides by us with his hands behind his back.
"Cool…cause I thought I pulled it out of my ass…. How the fuck long was he standing there?" Zeke asks quietly out of the side of his mouth.
"Don't know. Don't care. I'm gonna hit the bags because you were fucking worthless out there," I comment as I quickly walk to the bags. I start walking with my head down as I see Nita emerge from the locker room.
"No no no! Wait! So is she freaky?! I bet she is...it's always the quiet ones! Well…except for Shauna…who is not quiet on any level! You know what I'm sayin'?!"
"Ezekiel!" Shauna screeches from across the facility in reference to Zeke's admission to the whole gym.
"Fuck…shit...I'm out!" I watch and laugh as he runs like a pansy after Shauna who has stormed into the office.
Nita's POV:
I always like to be strategic when I choose which machine to use at the gym. There are two treadmills and an elliptical where the lighting is just perfect: it lands on my body in just the right angle so when my ass flexes it only makes it look hotter than it actually is…it's basically like trying to beat perfection. So I am pleased to see Four (whose name I found out from my father, is actually Tobias)… 'Four' is so much sexier… working the bags fairly close to my targeted treadmill.
I walk slowly and watch his strong, sexy, tan arms flex and strain as he hits the punching bag. I close my eyes briefly thinking about him hovering over me on my bed and reflect back to the feeling of his arms wrapped tight around me. Although I have to use my imagination because his arms were never wrapped around me at all…but I have a strong mind and an even stronger imagination.
Maybe someday they will be wrapped around me…..
Flashback:
"Juanita…may I have a word?"
"Sure Daddy! I was just going to the club but I always have a minute for you!"
"Gracias princesa."
"Marcus Eaton informed me there is an opening at ALG Architects. They are in search of a new Jr. Associate. Would you be interested?"
"Well… of course…but I just got hired at—"
"Darling, you are brilliant. You can do better. I'm assuming you wouldn't have signed a contract without clearing it through me first, anyway?" No...why would I do anything without your approval...?
"Of course not, Daddy."
"Then why don't you just apply…see what happens…."
"Okay! I will."
"Darling…. The owner….Amar Ghadi….doesn't think kindly of me. So you may not want to disclose anything about the family business."
"I wouldn't dream of it anyway. Thank you Daddy! Well I'm off!"
"Have a productive day."
End Flasback:
Turns out Amar was smarter than I thought. He must do some serious checks on his applicants before interviewing them. He knew about my father even if he didn't come out and say it. I absolutely cannot stand Amar. He thinks he's all high and mighty. But I'm sure his ethics, prevented him from not hiring me…I can just hear him say, "Children don't always follow in the footsteps of their parents"…."Everyone deserves a chance to blaze their own trail"…etc., etc.,….such nonsense crap.
What a bullshit stroke of luck (just thinking about the word stroke around Four makes my thong worthless) that my father recommended me to apply. He serious underestimates me…it's part of the 'daddy's girl' façade I put on in front of him. He honestly thought I didn't sniff out an ulterior motive.
The second I found out that Four Eaton is a new Senior Architect I put it all together. Marcus Eaton is one of my father's closest friends and 'associates.' Dear old Daddy has always wanted to make his business dealings seem more legitimate and Marcus is a respected businessman obsessed with money, power and legacy. What a perfect coupling we would make. I can see the headlines: "Mobster goes legit…daughter of mob boss Carlos Juares marries son of business tycoon Marcus Eaton…"
Although I get the feeling, upon overhearing many conversations, that my father is holding something over Marcus's head. What kind of legacy would Marcus Eaton leave behind if it was riddled with seemingly former mob ties? Just thinking of the word legacy...yech...legacy means grandchildren. Please don't puke in your mouth Nita! Kids! Do you know what that does to a woman's body? Although probably not mine...I'm in the 1%...I would probably be that cute pregnant girl that looks like she has a basketball under her shirt and gets like no stretchmarks... Or we could get a surrogate? Same DNA! Four and I could just pay for our own human incubator! But too many people would talk...I don't know...all we need is one...Don't they schedule these things now? I could have a C-section so I don't ruin my little kitty cat... Once it's out I wouldn't have to do much. That's what au pairs are for!
Putting everyone aside. I knew I wanted this man anyway from the moment I saw him. He looked me up and down like everyone does, including women, and immediately looked the other way, feigning disinterest. It took more effort on my part than I have ever had to exert to get him to take me out on a date, but that's because he's smart and knows how to play the game. On our date, he was so interested in everything about me that he didn't even feel as if he had to contribute anything about himself. That was fine with me because I didn't really care: his father is an arrogant ass and his mother was a pill-popper who probably committed suicide…tacky. How embarrassing….
Thanks to his appreciation for good gin he loosened up very fast…and then even more so at my apartment afterwards. His reluctance to go down on me, and the limited amount of time he spent, just showed his inexperience and it was so endearing. And then when I woke him up with his amazing cock in my mouth, he looked at me with shocked eyes and groaned in pleasure all while trying to stop me…it was so sweet that he was thinking about my enjoyment, making sure I was only doing it because I wanted to. Even sweeter when he pulled me off of him mid-blow job so I wouldn't have to finish and drove into me with sheer force and determination…ugh…so hot. Swoon.
"Hi Four…" I say in my sexy voice, which I'm pretty sure drives him crazy seeing that he won't even make eye contact with me to reveal anything.
"Nita." His voice is so deep, calm and sexy. If I could rip his voicebox out and make it my alarm clock I would… Okay kitten…calm down….
I have a finely tuned engine to keep up with: my body. So I start with a slow jog making sure I have perfect posture to accentuate my abs and breasts. I'm sure Four will be looking….he's a guy and they pretty much can't help themselves. Just as I can't seem to help myself with him…. Sigh.
"Whoops…sorry! That was loud..." I definitely sighed out loud as Four looks at me sideways, shaking his head. He thinks I'm funny.
Walking in on him passed out the other night…ugh… If I wasn't trying so hard to be more professional (because it seems that's what he likes) I would have woken him up with his cock in my mouth again. But I definitely made a wiser decision by darkening the room and covering him with a blanket I found in the closet. I lifted his glasses off….they were half off anyway…and put them away in their case. I also carefully took his phone out of his hand and turned it off, so as not to disturb him with unwelcome calls. He looked so peaceful after I covered him up. So I kissed him softly on the cheek and then the forehead and then his other cheek.
He smirked and mumbled, "Good-night baby." Well, that sealed the deal! He puts on such a show around others…I get it, it's work and he's professional. Maybe I should quit…. Anyway, after I watched him for a bit I couldn't help myself and took a quick picture of his perfectly relaxed, God-like face…Fuck I hope we end up together...we would be like Paris and Helen of Troy….- Where did he go?
I practically trip off the treadmill as I turn around to see him jogging toward some people at the front entrance. I love watching him… His calf muscles flexing and his ass in those sexy basketball shorts…
I hear a squeak and an annoying tinkling of a laugh as I see him sneak up behind someone and wrap his arms around them wiping his sweaty forehead on the back of their neck. Who the hell is that? Ew! That nothing chick Trisha….
I watch their exchange, taking extremely detailed mental notes as she smacks him on the chest and leans into him. He kisses the top of her head and rests his chin on it. She's so fucking short… I recognize Zeke and then the loud bubbly girl as the manager of the gym.
"…in front of the whole gym! Fucking asshole!" the manager yells loudly. Trisha laughs and the manager says something as she points her finger at her, seemingly trying to deflect attention as Zeke backs slowly away from Four.
"Oh my God! What did you tell him?!" She turns around and looks at Four as he pulls her into an embrace with her covering her face and gives Zeke the finger while mouthing something that makes Zeke cower jokingly behind the manager. That guy is ridiculous...
Why am I watching so intently?! Why the fuck do I care about their little exchange?! Because I have no friends and secretly wish I did…. No...not really...
With one final middle finger to Zeke Four pulls Trisha behind him over to the yoga rooms as I move closer and stand behind a beam.
"He's a dick…I swear to God I didn't tell him—"
"It's fine…I tell Christina…stuff…" She's so shy and mousy….
He gets a hot ass smile on his face. "Really? Like what?" He asks as he waggles his eyebrows pulling her to him by her waist.
She has to actually get on her fucking tip toes to reach his ear…whatever the hell she says makes his eyes go wide and he bites down on his lip. What is she telling him? Whatever it is she backs up quickly as he grabs for her, catching her by her yoga tank.
"You cannot walk away after that! Storage closet…now…I know how much you—"
"Stop it." He let's go as her shirt snaps back into place. "Ow! Jackass!"
"Am I wrong?" He asks as he grabs her from behind and wraps his arms around her childlike form burying his face in her neck.
"I'm going to class—"
"I'm gonna watch…the whole time."
"You will not watch…"
Their playful exchange makes me want to puke! Thank God men don't treat me like I'm a doll they can throw around…. Storage closets? The only time you'll find me in a storage closet is if I'm firing a maid!
He turns her around like a porcelain doll and whispers something in her ear that makes her pasty complexion turn red as he kisses her softly on the cheek with his sexy as hell lips. I'm observing so closely that I actually feel the ghost of his lips on my cheek. Then he pulls away and looks at her in a way I've never seen on his face. It looks…weird.
She smiles annoyingly and goes up on her toes again and I close my eyes as I picture my lips in her place kissing him softly. Not really my style but whatever. They whisper something else dumb to each other as she goes into the yoga room.
I watch him watch her get settled. He has the cutest smile on his face as he shakes his head at her and she mouths for him to go away as she goes up into the downward dog position. I am so much more flexible than she is….
"Four! Four! Dude! I'm hungry!"
I watch him mumble something under his breath as he turns away from the yoga room, looking once more over his shoulder and then catching my eye, staring at me intently. I can feel the sexual tension in his gaze. Now that's my Four: stoic, intense, sexy narrowed eyes. He may be playful around her…but I can tell he can be his true self around me.
"See you later at the office…Four…late night again…" I remark as I walk away with my best walk. I look over my shoulder to see him staring at me. He's totally checking me out. Yes!
Now what do I do about Trisha? Nothing! I know Marcus already has something in the works...
Tris's POV:
Well….work wasn't too bad tonight. It was slower with tomorrow being the possible 4th win in the series for the Blackhawks…it's almost like the town is resting up. Speaking of resting up…I'm exhausted, which makes no sense seeing as I slept for a day and half.
I make my way slowly through the front doors of Tobias's building and give the night doorman a small smile before I text Tobias that I'm on my way up.
"Miss Prior?"
"Mmm? Yeah?"
"Mr…Four requested I give this to you," he says lazily as he pushes a small box toward me. It's white, small and unwrapped.
"Okay…thanks…" I respond as I take the box and walk toward the elevators. It's 1:30 so they open immediately and I do the same with the box as I walk in. Inside it, is a key with the Blackhawks logo on it along with a note. I feel a smile spread across my face so big and fast that it would probably smack the person next to me in the face…if there was anyone next to me. Taking out the note, it reads:
You already have the key to my heart…thought maybe you'd want one for my apartment…. Please say yes! –T
I giggle out loud at his blatant attempt at being cheesy….it was awful…. But oh how I love it!
It seems to take forever to get to his apartment but when I finally do, I unlock the door for the first time with my key and quietly close it behind me, leaving my shoes to the side by the entryway. We should really start doing that at Chris's and my place.
This time I have packed a bag so I quietly change into my PJs in the living room and sneak into his bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I wash my face with the pump hand soap because I have yet to remember to bring my own…Damnit. When I open the drawer to grab my toothbrush (he keeps nothing on his bathroom sink) I am surprised by what I find: right next to my brush that he sweetly bought for me and toothbrush is my brand of face wash, eye-liner, lip tint, and hair bands. "Aw…." I give an immediate pouty face and I think how fucking awesome that is: he made me a drawer and went out of his way to put my things in it. He definitely went out of his way…. I love this man….
I need to be in his arms immediately so I turn off the bathroom light and swiftly slide under the covers where I know he has been waiting for me because he has his strong arm out for my to lay on. I nuzzle into his neck and take a deep breath of his sexy scent as I drap my arm and leg over him and he pulls me close.
"Hi," he says in his soft groggy, sexy voice.
"Hi."
"How'd you get in?"
"The door man gave me a key…he should be fired."
"Hmmm…."
I laugh envisioning the cute pouty face he's making. "I love it….I love you….thank you."
"So you're accepting my proposal?" We both stay silent for a moment as that wording sinks in. "Ummm….ha…I meant…I mean I…maybe—"
"I accept your key….and your bathroom drawer...thank you so much...for all of it." I had to interrupt that shit immediately before he says something he doesn't mean out of syntactical obligation.
He clears his throat but I can feel him smiling proudly as his chin grazes my head. "Was my cheesiness the worst?"
"Definitely."
"I'm the worst."
"You are the worst," I agree in jest. "…in the best way."
"How is it that you can make me feel good by saying shitty things?" he asks pinching my side as I twitch and laugh. "So….did you get off work tomorrow night?"
I take a deep breath and sigh, trying to trick him into thinking I didn't.
"You don't really think I'm gonna fall for that do you?"
"Apparently not…."
"I can tell when you're lying even before you lie."
"Whatever….jerk." I say as I poke him in the side. "And yes! Tori said she would cover for me after I told her about the whole glass-in-my-head thing and made her feel like shit for not being there."
"That's my girl….make people feel like an ass so she can get her way."
"Are you kidding? When do I do that?"
"I am indeed…kidding," he says absentmindedly twining out fingers together. "However, you can be a force to be reckoned with and I would imagine you were pulling out all the stops…not letting anything get in the way of you and the possible Stanley Cup."
"Hmph."
"You know…It's getting harder and harder to fall asleep without you in my protective embrace."
"Not true. You fell asleep just fine in your office without me in your so-called 'protective embrace'."
I wait for him to laugh or make some sort of comment. I didn't mean to make him feel bad. "Tobias, I was kidding…" I say looking up and turning his face to kiss him softly on the lips, lingering just a little longer than necessary.
"I know…I love you," he says in my ear as he runs his fingers through my hair lulling me to sleep. "Best day ever."
"Best…day…ever."
I know readers don't love the fact that Tobias had a sex-life BT (before Tris), but try to read between the lines and see that his perspective on their experience was very different! Yes...Nita sucks/she's a bitch/she's annoying/she's psycho...but she's integral to the story! Sorry!
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