What Did We Do Together?

Vanessa's POV

“Hurry up! You're going to be late to the airport!” My mom yelled from the kitchen.

She broke the most disheartening news to me moments ago.

I knew I was moving away but I didn't bother myself with where because I trusted her and her judgement, but now she wanted me to move in with Carmen Fisher?

My brother's rich annoying best friend?

Thinking about it made me fume. If I had known that was her plan, I would've never even accepted the admission!

I had just finished sulking and throwing a fit. My mom hurried back from work to drive me to the airport.

I dragged my smallest box with me as I ragefully descended the stairs.

“Mom, have you forgotten what he did to me? Like seriously?” I glared at her so hard my face tightened. How could she set me up and betray me like that?

She stared at me with tired eyes and heaved an exhausted sigh like she was clearly tired of my whining.

Seriously, was I overreacting? It's freaking Carmen Fisher we're talking about here!

“You haven't even seen him in like eight years, he would've changed by now. Besides, you guys were kids. Why are you so angry when he's our only choice now?”

“Someone doesn't just change, mom.” I explained further, tossing my box and slipping into one of the kitchen stools for my quick, last breakfast with my mom.

“I'm not happy about this, but fine then. Promise me you'll free me somehow from jail if I end up killing that prick.”

“Language, Nessa.”

I rolled my eyes at her, sinking my teeth into a fresh sandwich. The tantalizing taste exploded in my mouth. Yup, I was gonna miss this.

“He's even willing to take your lazy, sneaky self in. Yes, I saw the dress. At least cover your tracks. I won't bug you for it even though I wonder what you've been up to.” I lifted my face to see her disappointed glare, but it disappeared immediately after. A chill air ran through my spine as I swallowed hard. She saw the exotic wear.

“I'm sorry mom. I just wanted–”

“It's okay, let's just get going. Eat up, let me get dressed so we can leave.” She cut in, obviously not interested in the conversation.

The ride to the airport was pretty quiet. I hung my face in shame and fear, my mother scaring me with her refusal to address the subject.

I knew I would miss her though.

……

Finally on air. I pulled out a tear or two from my eyes for some reason when I hugged her with all my heart a couple of minutes ago.

I couldn't believe a whole world was waiting for me in another state and I would be away from her for God knows what?

Remembering, I felt a pang in my chest, but I knew I would be okay.

I relaxed into the discomforting economy seat on the plane, finally drifting into dreamland. It was an hour flight. Why did that freaking bastard have to live an hour away?

Ugh.

……

I was up and running, finally out of the walls of the airplane. I had arrived!

The jerk was supposed to be waiting for me, so as if on cue, I got a text from an unknown number. I knew he was the one and my mom had given it to him, because I would never.

I really hoped I wouldn't boil into a fit of rage when I see him again for the first time in eight years. A part of me wondered what he looked like now as I scanned the airport, looking for at least someone similar from what I remembered. The other part wanted to kill him.

“Vanessa, where are you?” The text chimed in and I immediately scoffed.

I shook my head in visible disgust, but I texted him right back. I badly wanted to leave the airport because I was tired as hell.

“Right at the entrance. I'm wearing a peach dress.” I managed to reply.

“Seen. Turn around, let me be sure.”

Such a prick!

I did as asked and the very moment I did, I stopped in my tracks, my eyes falling on the last person I expected to see. He was staring at me from afar and when we locked eyes, he had the same confusion in his face.

The same man that fucked me so hard just last night I could barely walk? An overwhelming shyness enveloped me.

How the hell was he here, and where the fuck is that prick?

I forcefully tore my eyes away from him and looked behind him, expecting Carmen to surface because I was dead tired.

When nobody was in sight, I sent a text.

“Well, where are you?” I asked, perfectly hiding my anger.

“Vanessa, is that you in the peach dress?”

“Yes. Please come get me.”

I looked up from my phone and saw the stranger from last night approach me in long strides. Memories from last night clouded my head and my thighs clenched as I watched him. I couldn't afford this distraction but staring at his features, I wanted to jump on him right there. It was embarrassing. Why was he walking towards me like that?

He looked so well put together, so fucking hot, so –hold on! I knew he looked familiar!

I gasped in horror upon realization.

He looked at me like he knew me, and it began to make sense. Staggering backwards in shock, I tripped over my box and almost fell, but he was instantly there to save me from falling on my face in front of millions of people.

There was no way I let Carmen, the person I hated the most in the world, fuck me into oblivion last night. There was just no way, it had to be a mix up!

When I was back on my feet, I couldn't ignore the way he stared at me. He looked shocked, but he was trying his best to hide and pretend like something didn't just happen.

“Welcome, Vanessa.”

He called a baggage handler to get my boxes.

He stretched out his hands so I could place mine in his. I was still shocked, so I took it. My emotions were rather conflicted.

While I hated this man, he was the one that gave me the best sex of my life, and now, he was acting like it didn't happen? Or didn't he remember?

Still, I followed him all the way to the car, and all the way to his large mansion.

I couldn't pick up my jaw that dropped for a couple of seconds and catching a grin on his face from his side of the mirror, I could tell that he noticed it.

Getting out of the car, he rushed to my side before I could even get it and I still took his large hands as I climbed down from his jeep.

He guided me to his front and I felt his penetrating stare on my back as I nervously walked to the front door.

The door opened up by itself so I walked in, hiding my surprise. He followed behind me, still acting oblivious to everything that happened last night.

“Your mom gave me your number, in case you were wondering.” He stared at me in a way I didn't know I wanted to be stared at. I clenched my thighs unconsciously again.

What the hell was wrong with me, and why was my supposed enemy making me so horny? In what world did that happen, even though I hadn't seen him for eight years?

“Right. I figured.” I nodded shyly.

Nessa! Get it together!

He didn't reply, instead, he continued to stare at me upfront, head to toe, and I couldn't tell what was going through his mind.

“What?” I asked, annoyed at this point.

“Would you like me to show you to your room?” He asked out of courtesy, but I couldn't ignore the anger that had brimmed to the surface inside of me.

I lost my cool.

“What the hell, Carmen? Are you saying you don't remember what happened between us last night?” I yelled out in pent-up frustration but he said nothing.

Instead, I felt goosebumps attack my skin as his sudden intense gaze was fixated on me, like I was some prey. I noticed the sudden charged air hovering over us.

“No, I don't remember. Tell me, Princess.”

His deep voice rumbled and this time, I watched his eyes darken as he stalked towards me.

I staggered backwards in fear until I hit my back against a wall but he was quick. He covered the distance and in no time, his familiar cologne from last night wafted into my nostrils, and I melted as he towered over me.

“Tell me princess, what did we do together last night?” His deep voice slapped my poor ears. The man I hated the most was seducing the hell out of me, and it was working.

A sly smirk played on his lips, but his eyes were on my lips.

Fuck.