Irrational Fear
A complete meltdown on the side of Malibu beach where it connected with the forest in front of Kate's family, mine, and my boyfriend was not what I had in mind for a relaxing weekend to get my mind off of my current unemployed status.
But, it happened.
And, I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed or just angry at myself for returning to base one after all the efforts that I been through.
Maybe not embarrassed since I knew them for a long time already, so no one was a stranger to my irrational phobia of birds.
However, I had been doing so much better without the help of therapy, and I didn't cry all through the four years in college. Christian and Mac could attest to it.
I didn't even shed a tear.
It happened like this…
Flashback
"Christian, your number one supporter, Kate."
"The best friend," he smirked thrusting his hand in her direction taking advantage of her gaping face as she glared at me for outing the simple fact.
I was tempted to tease her but I could feel her embarrassment if I was in her shoes, so I refrained.
"Kate, my boyfriend," I continued, biting my cheeks as they finally meet.
I could see it on her face that she was still awestruck by his good looks, even though he wasn't her type because she preferred a blond beach boy, so maybe Elliot or Luke?
"The frat boy," she smirked, and I whistled lowly, low key pumping for my best friend to smack that dirty smirk right back at him.
Leave it to Kate to match up your game.
They exchanged a few pleasantries before Kate dragged me away, leaving my boyfriend with my parents. He had already frequented himself with my family and hit it off with my brother, especially on the topic of sex.
I'm rolling my eyes, can you see that? To the point that I felt dizzy.
Men.
Or, boys, that was probably more accurate.
We were now on the Malibu beach, at the less populate area near the woods, so we could have fun on our own and not run into people, as well as offering us our own privacy.
It was the spot we always chose when we drove down. It just so happened that the Kavanagh family was able to make it to our summer getaway weekend.
The siblings also wanted to meet my boyfriend, so naturally there was no way they'd miss it out.
"You told him about me?" Kate hissed in demand as if she could be heard with the sea water sloshing against the beach shore.
"I basically filled him in on everything in college. Well, everything significant enough that I could recollect. He told me the same and told me about his junior year in Europe."
"Does he know about Jack?"
"Oh, his roommate hacked into his phone and posted a warning about harassing me in through all methods. He got scared shitless and went scurrying back to his state for his job only to realize Christian had him fired and blackballed."
"Don't you think it's a little too harsh?"
"Girl, the guy has been stalking me! He doesn't even back off when my boyfriend's with me. I've sent you the pictures. If you still want to see them I'm sure Christian still hasn't bothered deleting them just yet."
"I know, I've seen the snaps, but does that warrant blackballing him?"
"People like him won't stop if the first punishment isn't hard enough. He is only blackballed in major cities unless he got hired for a company then transferred to the department over another state."
Kate nodded, she was just curious and worried, which I completely understood. She had been there for me a lot during college, so I would tell her everything I could.
"I brought him to meet Trix last week."
"Your roommate in Harvard? How was that?"
So, I launched into the story of how they met and was kind of awkward at first but soon got better when Trix started to talk shit about me in the dorm. They basically bonded over laughing at my expense.
I didn't mind one bit, they were both close to me, so whatever. There was nothing to hide.
"Damn, he's still so smitten."
"Seems so," I kicked the water and sank my toes into the wet sand, shrugging. I finally started to agree with Kate about the fact that Christian truly had feelings for me.
"And what about you? You agreed to move in with him, so does that mean you reciprocate the sentiments?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"You have feelings for him?" Kate's eyes bugged out, I guess I had somehow managed to accidentally neglect it when we shared gossips about everything and everyone around us.
"Yes," my eyes darted to Christian, who had his back to me but was laughing and drinking with my brother and Ethan. My parents were off talking with Kate's, and I could see my father observing my boyfriend from the corner of his eyes, keeping a close eye on him.
As if he couldn't be clearer with his intentions with me when they talked yesterday night. I wasn't present most of the time because I had been busy looking over the information and documents Luke sent me. I was in the middle of reading a spreadsheet that only the people compiling them had read them, and no one else would even be bothered because it was such a waste of time.
But it was worth a shot because this was how Christian found out about the opportunity to bet against the global economy back in college when the housing market in the US crashed. He told me that he had spent three days locked up in his dorm reading over a spreadsheet that only lawyers wouldn't go over unless absolutely necessary.
It wasn't a fluke that he got the fortune and net worth he currently had.
He worked hard for it.
Blew off classes for it.
Sacrificed sleep for it.
Hence, I decided to do the same. I just hope my gut instinct was right and didn't spend ages for nothing.
The night when he talked with my parents, I locked myself in my bedroom and left the translating job to my brother. My parents had very strong accents when they speak English so sometimes one of us had to interpret for the listener.
I told my brother to do it but apparently he had been doing a shit job according to Christian. To the point that Christian was tempted to coerce me downstairs just so he was sure that he got it right, and also because my dad was giving him a hard time.
My dad especially was gruff when he spoke in his second language, so it didn't help that he was the primary speaker and my mom had to butt in to help. Christian already had some foundation with all the global enterprises and clients that he dealt with on a daily basis, but my parents' accent was just too thick and rare, I presume.
I did come down when I got dizzy and would probably faint if I stare at the numbers for a second longer, and Christian looked at me as if I was his saving grace; some kind of angel. My brother just sat there and laughed until I kicked him out for being a fuckface and not doing his job to help my boyfriend earn brownie points.
"Shit, you're in love with him," Kate gasped.
I found myself nodding at her words, and I also felt the back of my eyes stung. I had been staring for too long without blinking, and tears started to form as if I was actually crying.
"I don't know what I'm doing now, Kate. I've never felt this way about anyone, and I swear this is not the magic or curse—whatever you call it—about people developing feelings for their first sexual partner. Help me out."
Kate pondered, nibbling on her lip, and fingernails as she contemplated my situation or maybe how to say certain things to me.
"Just don't get caught up too soon?"
"It's too late. I think I'm already in too deep," I confessed which, admittedly, had probably been true for a few days now.
"It's the honeymoon phase right now, when it ends, it's like your blissful bubble bursting."
"I know, and I will get thrust into the harsh reality."
"What are you going to do then?"
"I don't know…" I whispered, still blinking my eyes trying to blink the tears away. The last thing I wanted was for one of those dense boys to question me why I was crying even though I fucking wasn't.
I truly had no idea what to do with myself because this was the very thing that I was trying to avoid in college, albeit I still fell for a relationship that ended shortly after graduation because we didn't want the distance.
I had successfully avoided that with Christian, but I wasn't so immune to other guys after him and now that it was a full circle back to him, I had no idea what to do anymore.
"Do you guys want to take a walk in the woods, just to cool down? It's burning out here and I'm already getting red," my brother yelled.
He and Ethan sent the ultimate beach boy vibe but for some reason they never tanned, they only had several shades of red and pale white as their skin tone.
Funnily, Christian was even more tanned than the two that grew up near the beach.
Kate and I rejoined the guys and we headed into the forest. I didn't think much as I walked sandwiched between my best friend and my boyfriend.
From time to time, I would find them squishing me as they took a step together and managed to bump into me at the same time, but I was glad that I didn't complain because just when I looked up from my step, I saw a flock of birds taking off together.
My breathing was already picking up and I was frozen in my step, but the worst part was the fact that they all seemed to be heading in my direction.
I couldn't even scream bloody murder if I wanted to, because I was just too shocked, and the next thing I knew.
I was full on bawling.
I didn't realize that Christian had hid my face in his chest the moment the birds took off, and that Kate was telling me the birds made a turn and was flying in the opposite direction, and not at me.
I didn't hear any of that.
The image just repeated it self like an animation on loop in the forefront of my mind as I soaked Christian's shirt with tears.
"They're gone now, baby," Christian whispered soothingly in my ear, but I couldn't hear him properly. I could make out the words but I didn't know the tone he was using.
I was stuck in my mind.
He smoothed down the back of my head, allowing me to grip onto his shirt. He continued to console me by whispering soothing words in my ear hoping that I'd hear them.
I tried my very best to compose myself, but fuck this meltdown just wouldn't stop.
I tried, I really tried to bring myself back, but I just could not.
For some weird ass reason.
When my erratic breathing finally subside, I thank the god that I wore waterproof makeup and I didn't smear any on Christian's shirt.
I glanced at Kate, imploring her with my eyes to check my physical state, and she nodded indicating that my appearance was still good other than my puffy eyes.
"I thought you were probably over it," he prodded gently.
I shrugged. I thought so, too.
"You never had a complete meltdown like this in college."
"No, and they were so much closer to me than these," I acknowledged that I might've overreacted and had a setback. I honestly tried to control my fear, but it got me in the end. "I don't know, I thought I got better because this never happened in Harvard once. I thought I was doing better."
It was a little awkward and uncomfortable with everyone staring at me, but at least everyone here was aware of my phobia and all understood why I reacted so violently to a bunch of harmless birds.
I just hated them, with a passion.
Even thinking about those feathery species made me shudder.
"Are you okay now?" Kate asked as my brother and Ethan walked over to check on me.
I wiped my eyes as best I could and blinked them a few times rapidly. I didn't want to look like I truly cried this time.
For fuck's sake, I would be 28 next month, and I still couldn't get over my bird-phobia.
It was ridiculous.
But, at least the rest of the trip went smoothly. Kate and I giggled and laughed as we commented on the body physique of the guys we saw on the beach, as well as mocked my brother and Ethan of their lack of defined muscle line like my boyfriend.
Kate was obviously still 100% rooting for Christian, and sometimes I felt like she was team Christian and not team Ana.
But, that was a joke between us.
End flashback
My irrational fear was reasonable with scientific evidence. Well, I didn't know about the last part but at least it was reasonable.
But, my boyfriend's claim was not only irrational and outrageous.
It was a fear but it was so different from mine; like totally not the same.
I thought I was bad with my bird phobia but guess what, we just discovered that my man had a jealous streak. And, the first time it surfaced was actually directed at his best friend.
He went to Wall Street to attend a meeting, then went to Miami to scout out the place for another big opportunity as he put it when we returned from the beach. I went to the security firm to meet up with Luke and his boss, Jason.
We sat down and I briefed them about my idea and what I was currently doing, Jason seemed to approve. I didn't want to discuss payments or any compensation just yet because I viewed this as a test to see if Christian's theory would be correct.
I just wanted to prove that I could do better than what the law firms I rejected were offering. I wanted to show them that I deserved more pay.
Christian said he would be travelling for business for the entire work week, so I spent a lot of time in the office with Luke. He was computer tech savvy and I was kind of dumb, so he would help me when I accidentally lost a file because my big fat stupid finger clicked the wrong button or accidentally touched the wrong key.
It wasn't like I didn't make friends in the workplace. I did, a lot, and we would sometimes go out for drinks after work. Though, it took me more hours than they believed to come to the conclusion that I presented.
To them, it seemed like I used five days to do so, but I actually had been spending more than 5 times 24 hours to do them. I functioned on minimal sleep these days, and took naps whenever I could, and this was like Harvard all over again.
At least, I got everything done, and Jason seemed impressed at my efficiency. I then met with their lawyers and Jason was now filing for the patent.
It was a small breakthrough in my opinion, but I didn't know what ticked my boyfriend because he gave me the cold shoulder when he got home on Saturday morning.
I brushed it off at first, writing it off as the tiredness from all the travelling, and jet lag since he was basically always telling me that he was at the airport ready for his next destination whenever we both had the time to exchange a few texts.
Our text thread mainly consisted of us leaving each other messages, updating the other on what we were currently up to, and a few times we actually talked and chatted, it was on mundane stuff like how our day went.
Then, on Sunday, the ass had the cheek to announce that he would be going into work. Worse this guy didn't even wake me up when he headed in. I had to learn it from his assistant of all people.
Since when did I become a business associate? This couldn't be healthy.
I heard the keys jingle on the other side of the door and I didn't wait for it to be inserted into the lock before I yank it open.
It was a fucking Sunday and I hadn't seen this guy for an entire week, so fuck yes I want to spend time with him and cuddle, and do stupid shit that we would've done in college had we dated.
"Hi," I leaned against the wide open door and watched him walked inside, brushing past me.
"Hey," he mumbled. Loosening his tie and tossing his jacket on to the couch in the living room, I was effectively left in the doorway of my own fucking home.
Welp, guess honeymoon phase was over now.
Little did I know, it probably had been over for the past week. I just didn't think we could have any problem since we were both so laidback and chill about everything. We trusted each other and I thought we would still have that trust even we weren't all loved up like we were in the honeymoon period.
I kicked the door close and locked it.
"How was the emergency meeting?" I inquired, my arms folded in front of me as I made my way to the living room and watched his back.
I wanted to get into his head and I wanted to know if we could still work because I had never been anyone's live-in girlfriend before. I had a boyfriend who asked me to move in with him or he could move in with me, but I turned it down because I wasn't ready.
Then, there was this guy, who persuaded me to move in with him within the first week of our chance meeting. I caved and did what he asked, and in hindsight, I was probably too naïve.
"It was okay, didn't get the approval or support from anyone other than Ros."
At least that was better than his one word answers yesterday. I thought we were going back to our awkward as fuck conversations in college.
"It's always the minority," I reminded him of the situation and stress he was under when he first started this company.
He nodded but didn't say anything as he head to the kitchen. I watched as he opened the hard liquor cabinet.
Okay, that was the last straw.
He wasn't going to drink himself into oblivion like some guy who's heart just got stomped over, because that was not the case for him.
"I know you're stressed, but don't go down this route," I removed the bottle from his grasp before the liquid could flow into the shot glass.
He glared at me but didn't fight me on it. He just pulled out a chair and plopped down, looking miserable like it was the end of the world.
"Talk to me, Christian."
He remained silent. I thought he would at least look up at me because of my request and the tone that I had probably never used at him.
It was uncharacteristically soft and gentle. Which I was sure wasn't the vibe I gave off or the impression he had on me.
"Why are you shutting me out, Christian. I know that you're stressed because no one believes that there's an opportunity. No one believes that you can take advantage of someone's stupidity because they made bad decisions regarding their finances or economy. I don't understand it but I'm still here to support you. You can still talk to me."
He was still staring into space.
"If you're not going to talk, you're not drinking either."
I put the bottle back into the cabinet and perched on the edge of the kitchen table, staring down at him.
"Unless you're kicking me out, you're bound to talk to me sooner or later."
"Do you still want to live with me?" He finally spoke and I got the feeling that it had nothing to do with work and everything to do with our relationship.
The stress was probably the underlying reason why he got so paranoid about us.
"Yes, of course. Have I given you any indication that I don't?"
"I don't know, I wasn't here. You were barely here."
"Barely?" I knew better than to get my emotions involved, but for some reason I had an idea where he was going with this, and I hated his insinuations that I'd spend the night elsewhere with someone else, whether I engaged in any sort of act or not.
"You were home late."
"That's because I was working late. Were you spying on me?"
"There's a tail on you ever since you told me about Jack and his snaps."
"I've been shadowed by some fucking stranger all this time?"
He nodded.
"And, you never thought you'd at least inform me?"
"It was supposed to be a temporary thing. I was going to call it off after we come back from your parents' but since I was going out of town, so I extended a week to make sure that you're at least protected."
"I was a self-defense instructor."
"I know that, but there's no harm in having another person on your side."
I scowled at him, I still didn't know why he was like this. He wasn't like this, and this wasn't at all like the guy I knew.
"If it's any consolation, the guy is from Jason's firm."
"No, it's not. It doesn't help your case any bit, Christian. Why? Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was unnecessary."
"I had a guy spying on my every move outdoor and reported to my boyfriend, how is that unnecessary, not to say violating my privacy?"
"Look, I should've told you but now that I'm back, there's no one on you."
"Then, why haven't you even so much so glanced at me? You haven't even touched me not even when we sleep? What is going on, Christian? It's not about work, I know it because you're constantly stressed about work and your heartbeat practically pumps with the stock."
"Do you have feelings for Luke?" He threw his head back and rubbed his palms over them, covering his face as he asked that muffled question.
"You think that I'm cheating on you. So, my safety isn't the only reason why you didn't call off my shadow."
"I don't think infidelity is your thing."
"Listen, and listen very carefully, Christian," I hissed in his face, bending down so I was on his level. "It took ten years for me to fall in love with you, for me to realize that my feelings for you are way beyond simple infatuation and physical attraction. I've known you for four months in college, we knew each other, and we had feelings for each other, we just didn't act on it.
"I met Luke through you and we barely exchanged two words with each other apart from basic pleasantries. We don't work together, I barely see him in the firm but I was hanging out with him when we go to a bar because he's the only person there that makes me feel safe.
"I had a boyfriend who was seemingly perfect for me. He was my type and everything that a girl could ask for, but I never felt like we got to the stage where we could cohabitate. He had brought it up numerous times but I let him down every single time, all because I thought we missed something.
"The spark that I felt when I was with you. Do you think I was easy enough to make you persuade me to move in with you after knowing the adult you for a single week? Surely you haven't forgotten all the times that I made you wait in college because I didn't want you to see me as an easy lay. I wasn't playing hard to get, I just had my own principle and you're not going to get me to go over or blow you just because you said so.
"That should tell you how long it will take for me to develop feelings for another guy, and how hard it is for me to trust them enough to let them in. I'm not the kind to say how high when anyone said jump without reason."
I hopped off of the table and gauged his reaction carefully. I wasn't going to sit here and wait until he started to talk to me.
"Don't lose your trust in me when you felt helpless when no one at work seems to believe you because even if every last person in this universe thinks your nuts, I won't."
He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. I had no idea what was going through his head and I wasn't going to pry it out of him like pulling teeth.
"If you still want to drink, we can go to a bar later."
That just tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I had shit ton of work to get done this evening, and I was already going to pull an all-nighter, but here I was, suggesting that my boyfriend and I get hammered at a bar just because he felt like he needed to get wasted.
I was going to shower and sit on our bed to continue my investigation with my current project and check in with the progress from the patent I helped Jason applied.
Luke suggested that I could do freelance shit and become a freelance lawyer or something. The pay wouldn't be guaranteed, but if I won, I won big. Either way, I would be making money and avoid the strain that came with a steady corporate office job.
"I'm going to go shower and work on in the bedroom, if you want to join me under the water, feel free."
I walked away after leaving that open invitation with him. He allowed the doubt that he rarely felt for himself at work get into his head, I knew it because it was never easy playing with the economy and money in general. Of all people, he was doubting his brother from the fraternity that he rushed in his first year, then he had been his roommate since freshmen year.
Their fraternity respected relationships like no other, and I didn't know about other frats but at least his brothers were all respectful of committed girls, and some of the lower classed would mock hookups but rarely monogamous relationships.
So, what reasons did he have to ever doubt Luke? To doubt me?
I stripped down and stepped under the running stream of water. It had taken me quite a few days and talking with a bunch of our friends to settle my fear that I didn't deserve to treat this place as my home even though I was asked to move in with him.
And, he was pretty adamant about it when I suggested that I should return to my own place for a few nights. He insisted that I stay with him.
I felt slightly uncomfortable because I was feeling a little guilty for using everything, I was given a rent-free living space all because he liked me.
I guess that was me doubting him. So, I really shouldn't be calling him out now since that would kind of make me a hypocrite with their typical double standard.
"Let's go out tonight."
"Holy fuck!" I spun around, my hair splashing the water everywhere, and I saw him blinking his eyes rapidly and rubbing them so I probably got water in them, too.
I reached up and wiped them with my thumb as best as I could, just to convey my apology.
"Sorry," he muttered with a small smile on his face.
Glad I could entertain.
"You want to go out?" I wanted to know if whatever that was earlier was done and dusted and we could move on.
I hated dwelling on shit that was absolutely unnecessary. It was always these arguments that made a simple relationship hard and complicated.
"Forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive, Christian. You're human, it's okay to let the pressure from work get to you, just… keep in the loop next time, yeah?"
He nodded, and lowered his lips to mine.
"I do love you," he moved against my lips and I could feel those words instead of hear him from the way he was kissing me. "Very much."
"Where are we going tonight then, frat boy?"
I smiled, tangling my hands in his hair before he could deepen the kiss.
"Wherever you want. We can decide that later, because right now."
"You want to fuck me," I finished for him.
He grinned, lifting me up and pushed me against the shower wall.
We gazed into each other's eyes as he slid into me smoothly. I was so ready for sex at any given second of the day around this man. The moment he walked into the room, and I was wet.
"You're so wet."
"All for you," I whispered near his ear, my open mouth ghosting near the shell.
"Ah, fuck… Ana."
He was still the same like before, and his ear was still his spot. Everywhere around his neck would drive him crazy, and my teeth on his earlobe would drive him wild.
"Fuck, don't stop, Ana," he demanded as he pumped into me harder. Using his hands on either side of my head on the wall as leverage to push me into the wall even more ferociously.
"Shit… shit, shit… this is too quick," my chants turned into drawn out moans as I threw my head back allowing him greater access to my throat and the front of my body. I couldn't careless of the water that was directed at my face, and hitting directly on my tongue and closed eyelids.
His pounding was relentless and he was having the time of the day fucking me. My fingers threaded through his wet hair that was now dripping with water, subconsciously pushing it down south so he could latch on my breasts.
I needed him to bite down on my tits to throw me over the edge.
"Christian," I gasped when he pulled them in his mouth and twirled it around his tongue.
He was teasing me instead of giving me the stimulation that I so desperately wanted. He loved suckling on my nipples, I knew that from very early on, but now wasn't the time!
"I'm close, Christian."
"I know, baby," he remarked with a mouthful of my skin.
My moans grew louder, and my scream increased in volume to the point that I was drinking from the shower head to moist my vocal cords.
"Fuck!"
He pulled out of me when I knew I would only need one more powerful stroke to tip me over, but he replaced them with his fingers. He stuffed three fingers inside of me, and started pumping in and out.
I was rebuilding again quickly, but it felt nothing like what his dick could make me feel.
He dipped lower with his tongue, they trailed down my front.
"Oh, I love tasting your sweat," he moaned. His mouth now circling right above my navel, and I already knew what was coming next.
"Ohh… fucking god!"
My legs shook as I felt my core quivered as they clamped down on his fingers. He knew the moment the tip of his tongue applied pressure and dipped into my belly button, and I was a done deal.
"Fuck, ahh!"
At some point he removed his hands and thrusted his dick back inside of me, riding out my orgasm.
"Give me a break," I gasped loudly for air but he wasn't relenting. "Fuck," I squeezed his shoulders tightly that my knuckles were turning white and the joints on my fingers were about to burst.
"Give it to me, Ana," he growled in my ear, still pushing the pace.
I was already a mess, and all I could do was stare right into his eyes as I felt him fuck me raw.
"Shit, Christian. Fuck."
"You're close, I can feel it. Come on, baby."
"I'm close…" my mouth rounded but I still grabbed him by the nape of his neck and attacked his lips, assaulting them just as viscously he was down there.
"Come with me, Ana."
A few more pumps had him spilling his seed into me, and that was enough trigger for me to join him. He was still moving in and out of me, prolonging both of our orgasms, and I think a nap sounded wonderful next.
I could sleep till the morning.
"Let's get you cleaned up, we still have a bar to visit later tonight."
"What the fuck?" I leaned my entire weight on him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist as I relished in his gentle touches as he washed my hair then my body.
He chuckled, and his chest rumbled.
"Work, dinner, then booze."
"Can we add nap into the list?"
His grin turned into a smirk. Knew he'd be so damn proud of himself.
I thought I had stamina, but I just couldn't put up with him. I would need to rest a bit before I had the energy for another round, especially when it was intense.
"I haven't done making up to you. We've spent a week apart, there's a lot to make up for."
"Maybe I should call in sick tomorrow."
"If you're sore, it's kind of legit."
I swatted his ass with my hands, and grabbed handful of his cheeks giving them a hard squeeze for his crass comment.
We went in his order, and despite the fact that I just got changed into a pair of clean panties, I could feel myself wetting them, and we weren't even in the bar yet.
"I want to play pool with you," he pointed to the pool table at the side of the club.
It wasn't too busy given that it was a Sunday and most people had work the next day.
"If we're going to drink shots, we're sticking to our minimum."
"We'll order six so three each," he negotiated.
"Drunk pool, in public?" I queried, lifting a brow.
As far as I knew, he could be recognizable. He was every girl's wet dream but if his face got splattered across the internet, his associates would recognize him. I wasn't worried about girls hitting on him even though I didn't like it, but it wouldn't damage his reputation, since he wasn't a celebrity just a public figure that a selective range of people knew of.
"What do you say?"
"I like," I smirked, sitting down on the stool next to him.
"Vodka or Tequila?"
"Your choice. I've got higher tolerance with vodka."
"Ah, yes, my Russian princess."
I bit my cheeks to stop myself from grinning from ear to ear at the casual compliment. My drinking ability probably did come from the genes because everyone in my family could drink, even my mom who didn't like alcohol much.
My dad had an extremely high tolerance, and he could drink the number of shots that me and my brother did combined and still look like he was sober as fuck.
We ended up having three of each, and mixing up their orders to test our luck.
I still got one tequila in the end, which was probably the one that got into my head the most. Vodkas were fine to me, they were just water with alcohol, but tequila was a whole other deal.
Christian had more tolerant with tequila, at least from what I had observed and gathered from the parties we went to. We pretty much drink anything but sometimes we would choose.
"Pool," he hopped down the stool and swayed a little.
I laughed at him as he grabbed me, yanking me off of the high chair. I nearly twisted my ankle in my heels, thankfully I didn't wear the higher ones that I reserved for formal events.
"Fuck, we downed that way too fast."
"Yes, so we need to sober up. Come on, woman."
He pulled me to the pool table that wasn't occupied, and I already despised the setup, it was old and would affect my calculation.
Given that I could make any sound decision at the moment.
Well, I could, but I wouldn't trust my judgment too much right now, because I tend to get bolder and much more courageous with the help of alcohol.
I wasn't drunk, and even if I was drunk, I was still pretty clear minded. Just had less of a filter but I was aware of what I was saying, and would sometimes ponder just how much I should dish out, and the possible consequences.
We were just tipsy at the moment because we finished the shots a little too quickly, which didn't give us time to sober up like we usually would at parties.
"Break it, boy," I leaned my hip against the table with my cue in the other hand.
He shook his head at my language and pose, but positioned the white ball and struck.
"You need to stop ghosting behind my ass," he warned me, still bent down with his ass stuck out.
I couldn't help it, I loved that ass, it was the best I had felt. I especially loved it when he was making love to me, or when he was fucking me in missionary style.
I would always reach down and grab them.
They were firm, and felt even better when he was flexing his glutes when he pushed and pulled out of me.
"Shit!" I yelped, and my cue flew out of my grasp as I got spun around and pinned against the table with my back slightly bent as he towered over me, his hand supported my upper back. "Christian, the cue is going to trip some drunk."
"Fuck the cue," he growled at me.
I giggled at his attempt to scold me. The hard rod that was digging into me said otherwise. He was just frustrated with my constant distraction.
But, damn, he was hot when he tried to act like he wanted to punish me for my crime.
"What did I tell you?"
"Fuck the cue."
He smashed his lips against mine, definitely bruising it, and I knew that at this stage of our relationship there was no point in telling him that he had drew blood during sex, because he would knew that the next second when he kissed me again.
I swear, any injuries or wounds in my mouth were now practically healed by his saliva instead of mine. He had probably licked the inside of my mouth more than myself.
"You know what I was referring to," he ground his hips into my core.
"Fuck," I gasped and whispered in his ear, hoping that no one saw us dry humping against the pool table.
"We should really invest in a pool table at home," he bit my neck harshly.
"Or you could fuck me here. Fulfill one of your many fantasies," I goaded. My panties were already ruined before we even left the house, so it really didn't matter how moist it was at the moment.
He pulled back and stared at me.
"Are you drunk?"
I shook my head and laughed. "Far from it," I giggled.
"Just wanted to check," he pulled away from me completely and went to pick up the cue that I dropped earlier. He put them back onto the table. "Have you sobered up?"
We had only been playing for a few minutes, and very few balls were sunk.
"Yes, what do you have in mind?"
"We're going to fulfil one of my many fantasies starring you."
"The ones from college or new ones?"
"Oh, the ones from college are definitely still fresh in my mind. Trust me," he smirked darkly and pulled me out onto the equally dark night.
Only difference was, the street was illuminated by very bright light but the thoughts currently in his mind weren't.
"Are we going to an alleyway?"
"Oh no, even better than a dumpster corner."
Shortly after that comment, he made one last turn and I found myself staring at a small park. There were a few people scattered here and there, couples taking a stroll.
"Choose a tree," he lowered his mouth to my ear.
"What?"
"I said, choose a tree."
"I heard you…" I mumbled to myself stopping myself to ask the question because the realization struck me like a freight train.
"So?" He prompted.
Fuck, him and his fantasies.
I thought he was referring to the Harvard campus, but dammit, public as in this public?
"That one," I pointed in the direction of a seemingly deserted area, and there was a big tree that I was sure many couples would come and make under during the day.
He beamed at me, one that was so bright that it could light up the entire globe.
The baffling turn of events in my life led me back to this guy. Maybe it wouldn't if I actually explored anything with him.
Fin.
Thank you for all the kind reviews, and especially the ones that said the sex scenes were steamy and hot—you guys have no idea how big of a compliment that is to me! Because if you've read my other stories, you'll see that I rarely do lemons, so this is a huge encouragement!
If you want to read some of the works that I don't think is good enough and kind of just left it hanging with a few chapters written, they're on Wordpress.
URL: sapphiretrafficker dot wordpress dot com
That's my work archive, basically. Follow it and if I don't post it on here because I don't think people will like it too much, I might post it there.
So, go explore and happy quarantine!
Laters, baby x
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