A month passed since I had last seen Francis in the store. And though I wanted to see his pretty face and to hear his sexy accent, I wasn't any worse for wear because of it. In fact I had gotten much more comfortable working in this new job profession. I had gotten to know my coworkers and they were all pretty boss. On busy days I'd work with an older gentleman named James. Calling him older was true but misleading. He was 52 with two daughters but he looked like he was in his mid thirties. He was a total sweetheart that kept the busy days from being horrible.

I had really started to enjoy working here, even if we had dick's come pick up their dry cleaning. The lady from my first week was a regular and I saw her every week. I would start to greet her when she walked in until I saw that it was her. I just got her things and got her out quickly so I wouldn't have to see her for longer than necessary.

Today was a holiday, which one I wasn't quite sure, all I knew is that our cleaner was closed and I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do today. And that is exactly how I was going to spend my day. I didn't' get dressed out of a large t-shirt and shorts as I hung around my apartment for the majority of the day. I got some gaming in that had been neglected since my new job took so much of my free time. I started with Halo then rotated to Destiny before throwing the controler at a pillow across the room that was left there for when I got frustrated. I was terrible at shooters and I had promised my best friend that one day I would kick his ass at them but much to my dismay, I never improved. I glared at my warlock in annoyance as she hugged the ground dead. I could hear my teammates talking to themselves annoyed that they had to carry a noob like me. They weren't wrong, I pouter into a pillow till I walked over and picked up my controler and waited for the res.

After finishing the supposedly short dungeon in an hour, I quickly turned off my xbox and screamed into a pillow before setting down the controller next to the playstation. Falling back onto my couch as I stared at the ceiling where I had a digital clock projecting the time. I stared at it, watching the second tick by. "One day, I'll be awesome at shooters and he will bow to my greatness," I spoke to myself as I smirked imagining him bowing to me. I broke from my trance to the sound of "Hey listen," from Navi as she alerted me I had a text message.

Rolling over the side of the couch I grabbed my phone from the charger in my bedroom and looked at the name. James. Opening the message

"Sup girlly, I'm heading down to a new place that just opened up called Alistar's that has music and a bar with a few of my buddies from my other job and wanted to know if you wanted to come. You always say no and say home on your day's off, come and have some fun for once. You act more like an adult then I do ;)"

I glared down at the text about to text him "fuck you" but stopped myself before hitting the send button. He did have a point. I didn't do anything exciting, how he would put it. Though I loved my apartment and my video games that I was good at, I should try and be less of a hermit. I stared at my phone unsure if I should break my habits to go hang with some old men. I giggled at the thought of James hanging with guys his age and looking so much younger then him. I stared at my phone before deleting my first message and changing it.

"Ok"

I looked around the crowds outside the place and it was amazing how many people had come to the opening of this place. I fiddled with the edge of my shirt as I awaited for a text from James. Every second making my confidence waver. This was so out of character for me and I was getting ready to bail and grab some sushi before going home to play League. I was just about to leave when I heard my name being called from the door of the place. I looked up to find James in a suit waving me over. I walked over cautiously. The door man looked me over and asked for my ID before letting James take me in. I growled to myself, cursing that I might look younger than 21, but he was most likely just doing his job and being cautious.

"Glad you put away your nintendo to come play adult games," He teased me as he put his hand on my lower back to help guide us to where ever the rest of his party was. I looked around as we passed groups of people drinking and dancing. There was a big dance floor in the middle of the place with a DJ in front of it. The place had two levels to it. The bottom being the "normal" people level where you would drink and dance with anyone who could get in. While on the top level you could look over the dance floor and spy on people while drinking bottles and bottles without anyone bothering you. Lucky for us, we were in one of the back corners on the bottom floor where the large booths were.

"Hey guys, she showed up and didn't flake, she deserves a drink for that," James teased me as we found his party and I couldn't help but feel a little heat rise to my cheeks. I looked over the party of ten guys to find that most were about my age, being maybe in their late 20's early 30's. I was weary seeing as James looked like he was 30 but was old as fuck. They all introduced themselves but I forgot their names the moment they said them and said my greetings. I got placed on the end next to James as they started talking loudly to hear one another over the music. I soon got my drink of a strawberry margarita with salt and took a healthy drink of it, enjoying the sweet taste.

"By the way, you look really nice. You should dress this way more often," James whispered to me. I hid my smile and stuck my tongue out at him and the table laughed. I didn't think I looked that much different than I normally did. I had black and red studded shirt that hugged my figure. It adorned chains along the sides where the fabric was missing. WIth black skinny jeans and some accessories such as rings, bracelets and a dragon necklace, I thought I looked slightly more me then just normal me.

They night was great as I got more drinks and took a few shots with the guys. Before long I told them I couldn't hold still and needed to dance. Most followed me as we entered the dance floor. Dancing between them and a few strangers I was certainly having a great time. I danced for so many songs that they all started to sound like the same one. I giggled to myself feeling the blush creep over my face as the alcohol worked its way through my body faster the more I danced. This wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I smiled at one of the guys when something above me caught my attention. I had forgotten the rich people could watch us from their perch. I was ready to stick my tongue out at whoever was watching me when I stopped dead in my tracks.

He looked exactly they way I had remembered so long ago. But now instead of a wife beater he wore a tight black shirt and a pair of pants that I couldn't tell what they were. But hell, he looked even sexier now than before. However, I reminded myself, that could be the alcohol talking. I locked eyes with him and his dark smile widened as I looked at him. I was broken out of my trance from someone bumping into me. I looked back up to find him gone and I was sad. He was so pretty to look at, that I wanted to just stare into his blue eyes. That's a lie, I wanted to do much more than stare at him. But once again, that was mostly the alcohol talking. However, he could get whatever he wanted from me with that british accent. My face reddened thinking of it.

The rest of the night was just amazing as the first half, however I never found his blue eyes again. As we were leaving everyone said their goodbyes and gave lots of hugs. And a few of them touched my butt, however I didn't stop them. I just laughed at their drunken antics and waved them off as each got in their own taxi. Soon it was just me and James as his taxi showed up. "You going to be ok? You called a taxi right?"

"Of course I'm going to be fine," I stuck my tongue out at him with a wink before he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I waved as he drove off and waited for the taxi to turn a corner before I had started walking toward my apartment. So I had lied to him about the taxi, but I walked around at night all the time and the fresh air helped sober me so I shouldn't be hungover at work tomorrow.

I hummed a pleasant toon as I walked the early morning streets. Not long after leaving the club, I had a very nice motorcycle pull up along side next to me driving really slowly. I looked over curious of who it was. Though I had a small fear in the back of my mind, something else told me I would be fine. He removed his helmet revealing the british man that had been stuck in my mind since I first saw him. His eyes ran the length of my body before capturing my green eyes in his blue ones. He tossed his helmet to me and I caught it and looked at him cautiously. His smirk widened as he gestured for me to get on.

Though that little voice in the back of my mind told me no, my lower region said fuck yes. Putting on his helmet I hopped on and wrapped my arms around his waist before he kicked off his bike headed in the direction that I was going. I got the hint, leaning over I told him my address and he merely looked at me from the corner of his eye and made quick work getting there.

After that I can't be completely sure of every detail. I was a little distracted. We got to my apartment and he turned off his bike as I got off and pulled his helmet off and ruffled my hair. He leaned his head back, still on his bike as he looked me over. I smirked and turned and headed to the door of the complex, his helmet in tow. Unlocking the door I left it open for him as I walked to the elevator. It opened with one push of the button and walking in, I found out he wasn't as far behind as I thought. My jaw was in his hand as he pushed me up against the elevator wall. His lips crashing into mine so roughly that I felt our teeth hit one anothers. Without a second thought I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, helmet in hand and pulled him closer. Luckily I had already hit the top floor number, because I was not fit to break this up to press a stupid button. His arm had snaked around my waist to remove any distance between us. His kisses weren't passionate but they were deep and there was a need behind them. I didn't object, I was lost in his clean but musky smell. He bit my bottom lip causing a gasp from he as he took his advantage and snuck his tongue into my mouth. I, however wasn't going down without a fight. I battled his tongue for dominance but just as I was starting to win, he pulled away his hand that had been on my jaw now catching the elevator from shutting the door.

I caught my breath but left the elevator quickly knowing he'd follow. Going straight to my door, I unlocked it only to have my body whipped around and his lips once again landing on mine. With an arm around me, he opened the door with his free hand. I always kept a small lamp on in my apartment so it wasn't hard to see when I got home. Going through the door he shut it with his foot and dropped my keys to the floor. He broke away for just a moment to look around to get his bearings. This was my chance to take some control. I shoved him against a wall and took over kissing as I locked my arms around his neck to pull him closer to my height as I refused to let him pull away. I could feel my body grinding against him as I started to think our clothes were getting in the way. As quick as a blink he had pulled my legs up around his waist and had flipped us around so that my back was pressed into the wall. It had hurt with how much strength he had used to flip us but I didn't care. Both his arm wrapped around my lower half to help support my weight.

After a round of making out aggressively, I shoved him away a bit before pulling his shirt off his body and then pulling my own above my head. A new fire burned between us as the kissing started up again but now our flesh was touching. My hand now roam around his scarred chest feeling his muscles. I could feel him getting harder against my pants but all that did was turn me on even further. I pulled away from his lips as I leaned forward and uttered the first words either of us had said since a month ago," Bed, now." His smirk darkened and pleasureable at my words as our lips once again crashed together. I was starting to really love this form of kissing. I was used to sweet kisses but they were all lust, all need, all pleasure.

He pulled me away from the wall and quickly walked through the only other door in view, besides the front door. I had a queen size bed that had messy covers from waking up this morning. He threw me onto the bed, making it squeak a little and I looked up as his smirk deepened as he looked over my half naked form. Pushing his shoes off, his eyes not leaving me, I quickly kicked off my heels just in time to feel his body find mine on the bed. He was over me, kissing me as his hands roamed my body. He had gotten my bra so quickly that I didn't notice till his hands were playing with them. I moaned in response, but he quickly silenced me with his lips.

Once he stopped playing with my breasts, his hands made quick work of the rest of our clothing as I was lost in our kisses. His hand ran down my side as he hitched my leg around his waist, his other hand following suit soon after. Once he was happy with my legs around his waist one arm wrapped around my lower back, the other around my neck as he pushed into me without me even realizing it. I let out a loud moan as he pushed in and out of me. It had been so long since someone had been inside of me that I had forgotten the feeling, but oh this was so much better than anyone else I've ever had sex with.

With each thrust I fell deeper into blind bliss as he found where my most pleasurable spot was. He repeatedly hit the same spot enjoying the sounds I made with each movement of his pelvis. "Oh fuck fanc-" He covered my mouth not stopping his rhythm as he pushed deeper into me.

"My name is Ajax," He whispered it into my ear and I almost lost it then and there at hearing his irresistible accent. He picked up his pace and I started to see white dots in my vision at pleasure.

"Ajax," I moan his name for the first time and I liked it on my lips. He seems to get a kick out of it as he pushed even harder. I kept my hands around his neck as I could feel myself about to lose myself. I couldn't bring myself to say anything as I moan in pleasure as he pulled me even closer to his body. I couldn't hold myself back any longer and let myself cum. The pleasure ripping through me so slowly that I thought I was losing my mind. My walls closed around him as I came and he quickly followed still thrusting into me. I could him fill me and I didn't care. That was the best sex I had ever had in my entire life. We were both sweating up a storm and breathing in uneven breaths. After a moment he had started to get off of me but I pulled him back into me as I rolled over still with him inside of me. I sat on top of him as his smirk grew as his hand rested on my hips as I grinded. He almost let out a moan and I now I had a goal.

The sex didn't end until it was late morning when we both passed out from hours of endless of sex and pleasure. I had fallen asleep on him as his arm rested on the small of my back. I savered the moment. I had a feeling he wasn't going to be there when I woke up. He didn't seem the type. With my last thought, I was dead to the world around me.

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