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The trouble with love is, it makes your heart believe a lie...




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Vi

I stirred, and opened my eyes. It took a full minute to come out of my haze and recall where I was.

Then it hit me like a brick. I was at Julian McCarty's house! In his guest bedroom, to be exact. The events from the afternoon came rushing back, and while examining the room, I smiled.

I got up and noticed my luggage had magically appeared by the bed; I couldn't help my smile to grow wider as I thought, “How considerate of him!

Then I burst out laughing, as my inner voice hammered, “Don’t even think about it!” “I'm not thinking about anything! The man is fine as hell, but we both know NOTHING is going to happen here, so calm down! He caught me off guard because I was tired, but trust me I have no interest in him!” I said aloud. I opened my bag, pulled a pair of boy shorts and long dress shirt and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Once cleaned and dressed, I pulled out a Hediard chocolate from my beloved Vuitton case to get some courage, and headed downstairs to find him.

I was just going to thank him, order a car and take my leave. Piece of cake, right?

Of course, I knew who he was upon laying eyes on him at the airport. Who didn't know Julian McCarty?

He was everywhere. From silver screen to business magazines, very difficult to ignore, and even though, I knew more of him than the public through the personal side of his life, and of course his childhood; but I had also seen the recent pictures in People and Paris-Match like anyone else! Any red blooded woman salivated over that body. I had never met the man but I felt I already knew him. And that knowledge was enough for me to stay clear of him.

Nothing can happen between us…

I had already decided to avoid him when I saw him at LAX, trotting while chatting away on his phone. After all, I knew of his reputation and simply didn't need to fantasize over a Casanova! Yet, the distraction of looking at him had made me stop my luggage cart, but I'd never admit this to anyone.

I simply no longer looked at men. Not since...

Well, I wasn't going to think about it, but let just say, after 5 years of being utterly celibate, seeing Julian swaying in his perfect Boss suit, totally oblivious of his surroundings stirred something in me. My heart hadn't felt anything for so long, it took me off guard.

It was his smile. I saw him smile and then laugh over the phone and I figured, it couldn't hurt to just discreetly look...

Never in million years did I expect him to bump into my cart or even speak to me! The whole thing took me by surprise rendering me speechless. And because I didn't trust myself, I went on the offensive when I finally found my voice.

I thought I handled him and myself pretty well, showing both firmness and coolness that seems to destabilise him.

Now, hours later, here I was, descending the stairs in his mansion, wondering how I would get out of this situation unscathed.

The man was attractive, hot even, if the flock of women trying to pin him down were any indication, but I had taken a vow, and if he thought I would spread my legs for him or worse become enamoured of him, he simply had another thing coming. I didn’t care if the man was sexy as sin, rich or rude as hell, I had to get away from this house. And the sooner, the better.

I called out his name several times and didn't get any response as I advanced in the lounge room. Reaching the terrace panel door, I saw him in the pool below and found myself unable to stop staring at his long, tanned, perfectly proportioned, stretched body, moving forward, stroke after stroke.

I licked my lips already thinking I might just dash upstairs, put my boots on, grab my bags and just leave without saying a word. I simply was not sure I could find my voice in the presence of this man. He was 30 feet away, and already I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his body. I knew the closer he would be to me, the harder I'd find it to stand on my own.

I had a preview when he gave me the wine upon our arrival. It scared the hell out of me then.

He'll never know it but the reason I didn't turn to accept the glass he fetched me was because I could barely stand on my legs feeling him so close. My own weakness is how I ended up leaning against him for support, while my eyes were closed and I was summoning the Lord to give me the strength to help me speak so I could get away from him.

Yes, his proximity was a very dangerous distraction.

While I was thinking about the best course of action, His dogs had come to the terrace and started to bark.

It was too late to run.

((~~!~~))

Julian

I felt her even before seeing her. I got out of the pool because I could feel her gaze on me. I just knew she was looking. And the dogs were barking, but in truth, I couldn't really hear them. I pulled a towel from the chaise and wrapped it around my waist while climbing the stairs to the Terrace, and there she was: on the other side of the glass, only wearing a long white dress shirt with cat's eyes on it, just standing still and staring. Her look, made me swallow. Hard. I tried to smile, but I'm sure it looked more like a grimace than anything else, I felt paralysed, like I was in a cloud and couldn't shake it off.

I slid the panel door and said with all the confidence I could muster, “Hi, you're awake...” She looked up at me, wide eyed, and said softly, “You left. I woke up and you were gone. “ Her eyes bore into mine and I found myself replying out of nowhere, “I didn't leave. I'd never leave you.” My hands seemed to have a life of their own, and touched her hair, pulling her towards me until I had her body tight against mine. My voice, just above whisper, against her ear, I repeated, “I did not leave you, I wouldn't.”

What? Where the fuck is this coming from? Jesus man, you've got to get hold of yourself! You sound like a pussy!

But before I could ponder about my shocking statement, I felt her relax against me, and once again my manhood started to take control under the towel, and I forgot it all again.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “This is the nicest thing you said to me today.”

I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted her, taking her inside, to the kitchen, and sat her up on the island. With both hands on her sides, and her face inches from mine, I sheepishly said, “This is going to sound odd... but what is your name?”

Her head tilted and still looking at me straight, she replied, “Does it matter?“

I looked back at her, pondering the question, and replying truthfully, said, “No, actually it doesn't matter at all...But we're no longer strangers, are we?”  She replied, “No, we're not.” Smiling, she added, ”Victoryn is my name”.

“Julian.” I introduced myself, also smiling. “Nice to meet you Julian.” she grinned, “Likewise, Vi.” I added with a broad smile, “Now that introductions are out of the way. Are you hungry? I cooked. I figured you'd crave a home made meal after your nap...” my hand showing her stacks of food.

“ Yes, I am craving good food among other things...” she countered, licking her lips.

“I…” I don’t know what I was going to say, but she put her index on mine and her darkened eyes displayed inner hunger. I could feel myself open my mouth before even thinking of doing it, and before I knew, I was sucking on her finger. She moaned, looking straight at me with a primal look, and I felt my legs shake. I had never heard a woman moan quite like this and that look...Jesus. Using my hands to steady myself, I held her hips, released the finger and kissed the nape of her neck, provoking a deeper moan.

My lips trailed to her earlobe, her cheek and finally made contact with her bottom lip. Touching her felt electric, like a bolt of lightening had suddenly gone through my body. Parting her lips, I finally felt her tongue against mine, and I realized she tasted like apples and chocolate. Deepening the kiss, I was unable to control the growl rising into my throat. Trying to catch my breath, I looked at her and said with an Australian accent that I thought I lost years ago and which sounded foreign to my own ears:

“Baby, we need to stop right now, because if we don’t…I’m gonna fuck you on this counter, and I don't want our first time to be on a kitchen island.”

I pulled back, and unable to sustain the fire I could see in her eyes, turned my back on her to compose myself.

After a few seconds, my breathing regulated, I said, “Let's go eat. I'll grab some clothes and meet you at the table.”I had no idea how I would get through the meal. All I knew was she was making me lose control, and that was dangerous.

((~~!~~))

Vi

Ok, so I know, I was supposed to get up, get dressed, say thank you and leave... Right? Right.

The minute I saw the droplets of water on his body, I realized there would be no easy way out. I could feel my breath becoming more labored as I was watching him approach the glass panel. My heartbeat seemed to be located in my apex instead of my chest, my ears were buzzing.

By the time he did open the panel, my voice had, once again, left the building and I could only whisper in a small voice, “You left. I woke up and you were gone “.

I was petrified. This was not supposed to happen. I simply couldn't be falling for this man, or any man for that matter.... Definitely NOT, especially not this one....

What are you doing? Was my main thought, as he was pulling me against him.

Oh God! Came next, as I felt his hardness, the heat of his body, and his voice whisper into my ear. When he lifted my body to take me to the kitchen, the brief minute it took was enough for my nipples to get stiff and for my juices to start flowing.

Who knew? My body was alive in his presence. This was a shock.

It was bad, very bad, but why was I already eager to his touch?

He hadn't touched me yet, but I was craving him like no one else before.

Damn, girl! Really?! Said my inner voice as I was caressing his lips with my finger hoping he would suck on it as I was boldly telling him I craved more than food...

I just wanted, no, needed to feel him.

Fuck, I replied to my inner voice. It's been 5 years, 5 long years and I don't even remember what it feels like, so leave me alone. Just this once! It's just fucking; nothing else will happen here...I just need this…I... my train of thoughts was interrupted when I realized he was kissing my neck and I was openly moaning....

 

 

 






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