It's early morning and I'm sitting naked in my bed watching Angela Chase sleep, then I remembered that she had been married so she probably had a different last name now. I'm watching her anyways, and I still can't believe she's here, in my bed, and we had sex, lots and lots of amazing sex. I didn't sleep at all last night, but I rarely do, Shane says its because of the insane amounts of Coffee I drink, which might hold a factor of truth, but I always felt un-rested after I slept for more then a few hours. So instead of sleeping next to her slight form, I just watch instead.
I wish I had my camera with me, so I could take a picture of her sleeping, she looks so delicate, and peaceful. Her long blonde hair was a mess, and kind of matted, probably from me pulling at it last night when I had taken her from behind, she was still beautiful; I always thought she was a pretty girl back in High school, now she was a gorgeous grown woman. I was still in shock that was really there.
If I knew Angela at all, I knew questions were going to be asked eventually, questions that I wasn't sure how to answer. There was the letter that I never wrote, and the fact that I just left, without good-bye or anything, I just left Three Rivers and never really looked back. I had tried calling a few times, but when her Mother answered I just hung up, I couldn't do it. Shane called me pathetic for the first few months in New York, eventually I knew how to keep thoughts of her to myself. Wrote a few songs with her in mind, and then eventually Angela Chase was only a memory, until she knocked on my door last night.
I really don't know how long I sat and stared at her, but the sun was up and I needed coffee, and knew I had some work to do before I met with Shane later in the day. I left her sleeping in my bed and tried to start my day.
Angela's POV
When I woke up at first I thought it had all been a dream. Then certain reality's starting dawning on me, I was naked, my entire body ached, I was not in my bed, and I was not in my apartment. I was disappointed that he was gone, but it gave me a moment to look at his room, and try to get a sense of who Jordan Catalano had become. The room did not tell a lot, it was white, and minimal. The only furniture that was present was the large bed I was laying in, and I night stand with a lamp and a box of condoms.
My face blushed as I remembered him pulling them out of drawer and apologizing for not using one the first time, but he remembered the next three. Oh my god, I couldn't believe I had sex, really hot, dirty sex with Jordan. He did things to my body that my husband had never dreamed of; he was not selfish at all, he was incredible. I had to stop thinking about the sex, because it would make me just want more, and I needed answers not more questions.
I wrapped the white sheet around myself and got off the bed. There were black white pictures hung randomly on the wall, mostly of a small girl with huge eyes, and others of landscapes and buildings, and a few of this guy with a Mohawk and facial piercing, who I think was in Jordan's band back in high school.
I decided to try and find him, and maybe get my clothes back. I opened the door and looked out into the empty hallway. I slowly walked to the first door on the left, I open it slowly, bathroom. I look in and realize that his place was so much bigger and nicer then mine. The bathroom had both a shower and a Jacuzzi tub. He was in the penthouse, so which means he must have done well for himself. I knew what my lease was, so I could just imagine what Jordan was paying.
I continue walking to the next door, still wrapped in his white sheet, the door was open, so I stepped in. There were guitars hanging on the walls, a few amps set up down at my end, and a small mixing board, there's a few leather chairs in here, and at the far end a large desk where he was sitting at a computer, his head is lowered. Beside him is a lighted table with photographs strewn across it. At first he didn't see me, but then he raised his head and looked over at me, still standing in the doorway. I knew I must look horrid, with bed head and in wrapped in his sheet, but he smiles anyways, "Morning," he says brightly.
I simply smiled and nodded my head, still not sure what to say to him. He gets up and walks over to me. It looks like he's wearing the same jeans from the night before and nothing else. "Did you sleep ok?" he asks.
"Ya," I say, my heart is pounding as he leans down a kisses my forehead. He runs his thumb down over my cheek.
"Coffee?" he asks, like it was an everyday question, that we hadn't had sex for hours on end the night before.
"Ok."
Jordan's POV
I'm sitting at my computer doing some picture editing, and then for some reason I know she's there. She's wrapped in one of my sheets and she's never looked more beautiful. I can't help but smile at her, "Morning," I say as I stand up and walk over to her, "Did you sleep ok?"
I can tell she's a little unsure of what to do, as she simply says "Ya." I lean down to kiss her forehead, and I can't help but to touch her face, so I let my thumb run down over her cheek. She looks up at me with those eyes, and I feel a shiver run up my spine. There's so much I want to say to her right now, but instead I ask, "Coffee?"
She nods her head and says "OK."
"You can go in," I say as I leave the room, I turn and give her ass a small push. She turns her head to look at me for a second and just smiles.
I come back into the room after getting her coffee and retrieving her clothes from the night before. She's standing by the table I use to edit my photographs. She's not
touching anything but just looking. Her arms wrapped around herself. She looks up at me, as I get closer, "So you're photographer?" she asks.
"Among other things yes, it's more of a hobby," I pass her the cup.
"Other things?" she asks.
I scratch the back of me neck, "I produce music, and write still."
"You don't play in a band, I thought you would have persuade that?"
I shouldn't feel hurt that she never heard my music, but the part of me that wanted her approval, felt a little slighted. "I did, we did, my buddy Shane, we had a band for awhile, we did good, but after the other guys wanted out we went into producing. We have studio here in New York."
"Oh, that explains this apartment," she looked back at the photos, "You use this girl a lot," she says looking at me.
I look down at the photo that she was looking at. "Of course," I say. "That's my daughter Jennifer."
Angela's POV
At first I don't know what to say, he has a daughter, I can deal with that, I have an ex husband, he has a daughter. "So you and her mother?" I ask hesitantly.
"Didn't last we were only together for a few months after Jennifer was born, I don't think we made it a year. I was touring at the time, and I wasn't really ready to settle down."
I look back at the photo; she had her father's eyes and lips, I wasn't sure how old she was, maybe 7 or 8.
"She's beautiful, does she live in New York."
"No. L.A, I see her once a month or more."
"Oh," I say. There was so much I wanted to ask him, but I was too scared. I couldn't explain what happened last night, and I was worried that if I probed to deeply that it would simply disappear.
"Are those my clothes," I ask, noticing my blue flannel bottoms in his arms.
He looks down at them, but doesn't hand them over. He smiles again, "Ya, but I think I'd rather have you wearing my sheets, very sexy."
I can feel my entire body blush and at that moment and I feel very naked. He presses his body against my back and I lean into him. He feels so good, so hard, and warm, and I want nothing more then to feel his lips on mine again, to have his body inside of mine. I moan as he tugs on my ear with his teeth. "I want to fuck you again so bad," he says in low voice, "but I can't. Not now anyways."
I feel disappointed, but I knew I had to leave anyways, I was supposed to meet Sharon for lunch, but god I wanted to stay. I turn to look at him, the front of my body now pressed up against his. "So?" I say.
"So," he's smiling again, "Why don't you come back later," he leans down to kiss me, but it was fast and quick. "I'll make dinner, is 7 ok."
"You cook?" I ask, pulling away from his body. Not really wanting to lose the physical contact with him, but I knew if I didn't I wouldn't be able to think straight.
"Hey I'm a man of many talents," he says now biting at his thumb. I had almost forgot he did that it was so Jordan.
"I think I figured that out last night."
"Did you, well if you come back tonight, I can show a few others," he says softly, and I can't help but laugh.
"You're pretty sure of your self there," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"We'll let's put this way, I wasn't the one having multiple orgasms, what 7-8 times."
"You counted," I gasped.
"Maybe?"
I shook my head, "My clothes, please Mr. Catalano."
"Here you go," he pauses and looks up at me. "What is your last name now."
"Chase, I dropped the Mrs. Mathews as soon as the divorce was final, it made me sick to my stomach." I say.
"What happened?"
"Why don't we leave questions for later Jordan."
"Ok, I guess you have a few," he says, now he looks nervous, I think he knows what things I need to ask him
"A few. Now can I have my clothes."