10 - Was This For Real?

I didn't think Chris would want to talk, and I wasn't going to try and delve into his clearly dysfunctional family. 

He needed to just feel me, and I was desperate to feel him. I'd help him forget all about his stupid parents. 

He sat me down on the bed and trailed his hands down my leg, taking off my shoes. He took my hands and pulled me up so we were face to face. 

I stared into his beautiful sky blue eyes, lost, limp in his arms with anticipation. He began kissing my neck and his fingers found my dress zipper. My dress fell to the floor, followed by my bra. 

He hooked his fingers in the top of my panties and shoved those down as well. I began unbuttoning his shirt and pants and he kissed me so gently, as if I were like glass. 

I never felt more delicate and desired. 

My body was on fire for him.

We made love ... for hours, it was definitely not just sex. Chris was slow, gentle and held me like he treasured me. It was everything I ever imagined a perfect night would be. 

We finally falling asleep tangled in each other. 

We didn’t speak much the whole time, we let our bodies do the talking. I felt like I was outside of my body, like I was watching a movie of myself. 

Was this for real? 

Would he legit be my boyfriend? 

My mind raced with the thought, wondering what he was thinking, but too terrified to ask. I finally shut down my conscious and inner dialogue and found sleep. 

I woke up with a start several hours later, and found Chris missing from the bed. The clock showed it was 5 am. I heard a voice from the bathroom and I tiptoed to the door. 

Chris was on the phone and sounded angry, but I couldn’t clearly tell what he was saying as the bathroom fan was running. I sighed and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging the whole thing. 

His voice grew more angry, and a bit louder but I still really couldn’t tell what he was saying. What was so important that he was in the bathroom on the phone at this hour ... on a Sunday no less? 

My heart broke for him, he’s probably spent his whole life trying to impress his dad just to have his dad be checked out and not care. 

It also seemed like he was busting his ass at work, and his parents clearly didn’t appreciate that, or seem to be impressed.  

I approached the door again, ready to knock and ask if he was okay, but after raising my knuckles to the door several times I decided to leave him alone. If he wanted to confide in me, he would, right? 

I curled up in bed and drifted off. 

Something was tickling my thigh, it was cool and persistent, and I suddenly felt the urge to use the bathroom. My eyes fluttered open to Chris, propped up on his elbow, drawing things on my leg. I smiled and reached for his face. 

He kissed my hand, “how did you sleep beautiful?” 

I smiled at him, “like a log, since somebody exhausted me.” 

He moved toward my face and began kissing my neck, making me moan. 

“Chris, I … I really need to run to the bathroom, can you just hold that thought?” 

He laughed, “sure I’ll call down for breakfast.” 

It took a long time to finish breakfast, since Chris wouldn’t let me out of his lap and he insisted on feeding me. 

With literally any other guy I would have protested and asserted that I was a big girl who could handle a fork. But with Chris it was sensual, seductive and just hot. 

I fed him a little bit too and actually enjoyed it. 

“I hate to end this amazing weekend but I am afraid I have to get back to reality. I rarely take a Saturday off and I have a ton of shit piled up. I showered earlier, so the bathroom is all yours,” Chris said.

He ran his finger across my lips as I tried to bite at him. I loved how playful he was, it was so sexy. 

“Oh no! Not reality,” I said, frowning. 

“Actually I have a lot of homework and reading, damn school,” I said, curling myself into him. 

“I know, I know, I would love nothing more than to stay in this stuck up, overpriced for no good reason house on the hill … as long as you were with me,” he sighed. 

After a few minutes of cuddling I got up and began getting my shit together. I showered quickly and threw my hair in a bun. I only had a powder compact for make-up but I did put some on. 

I put back on the shirt and leggings I had worn to his apartment yesterday and I hoped he didn't care that I wore this out, if anyone important might see how dressed down I was.

Damn, yesterday morning seems like an eternity ago, I thought as I felt how sore my body was … I guess I wouldn’t need a gym membership if I kept seeing Chris. 

We met Chris’ driver outside and loaded in. I watched the country club slowly fall from view and I curled into Chris while he was on the phone. 

He was mindlessly stroking my hair and I fell asleep. I hoped that at some point along the ride Chris would say something … anything to indicate what he was thinking about our “relationship.” 

I had dates booked for every night this week, with Chris being two of them. He had to realize that, right?

Was he going to be okay with me still having the dates? 

I mean I didn’t have a choice … I needed the money, and asking him to help me wasn’t an option. 

Even if he was my legitimate boyfriend, I could never take that kind of money from him. He made it a point to let his dad know he wanted to be his own man, and forge his own path, and I wanted that for myself too. 

I wasn’t a kept woman, I’d had a job since I was 13. I started babysitting and helping out people around the neighborhood. I was a little hustler early on; I grew up not far from a grocery store and several restaurants but there were a lot of older people who couldn’t easily get out. 

I started charging anywhere from $5-$20 for me to get their orders which they were happy to pay because it also meant I would spend time with them. Most of them were just lonely and I liked their company too. 

“Wake up beautiful, you’re home,” Chris said, rubbing my cheek. 

I woke up to see us a little bit from my building, but right where he’d dropped me off from our first date.

 “Do you need help carrying your bags up,” he asked. 

“Oh, I don’t have anything that’s all stuff you--” 

Chris cut me off with a kiss. 

We parted after a couple minutes, breathless. 

“That’s all for you to keep baby, I don’t think I have the ass for that tennis dress. Or the perfect rack to hold up those bras.” 

We both laughed hysterically. 

“But, the jewelry is in there too,” I said. 

“It’s all yours to keep, just … it’s all for you, okay?” 

I blushed and started to try and protest but he was already out of the car. Chris and his driver were both at the back of the car and after a minute Chris came to open my door. 

His phone rang and he grumbled at the caller ID, “baby I really have to take this, I’m sorry but Frank will help you with your things. I’ll see you Wednesday, right?” 

I nodded.

He answered the phone, “hey, give me one second. Bye baby.” 

He turned kissed me and gave me his perfect smile.

I heard his driver say, “lead the way Miss.” 

I felt like I was being dismissed, and honestly, it pissed me off a bit. Then I saw the bags Frank was carrying and realized I was likely being childish. 

Between the clothes and jewelry he was easily gifting me a few thousand dollars. Chris fell into the car and shut the door and I walked off with Frank. 

I guess, 'til we meet again.