Chapter 2

Chapter 2 
Claire 
DAMON AND I ENTER a Starbucks outlet opposite the building where the spa is located. 

"Look at you all muscly and huge," I said grabbing a seat.

He must have committed a lot of time working out to have such a great body. 
The waitress took our order and left.

"Well I have the gym to thank for that"

I noticed the way he talked was different, it's reserved which arrested attention and commanded respect. It's been ten years since we last saw each other, I'll be surprised if nothing changed. I changed...
I noticed ladies swirl and making advances towards him, I don't blame them, his appearance is so godlike even though he's wearing a tank top and loose work out pants. His hair, trimmed to the barest minimum complimented his face even more. I was checking him out. I've gone mad.

"You stopped writing me," he said breaking me out of the hot spell

Our drinks arrived.

"I never did, I didn't even receive your reply when I told you we were moving from New Orleans" I managed to say, biting my lower lip, trying to smack sense into my brain.

"You moved? I moved too" he leaned forward 

"Well I guess our mail got lost in the wind,  I thought you didn't want to write to me anymore, prolly too busy with school and California chicks to reply to me so I gave up"

"I couldn't even find you on Facebook anymore"

"I deleted that" a frown appeared between my eyebrows remembering when I decided to shut myself off everything. I had done too many wild things to myself and hated who I'd become.
"I'm glad we meet again ol' pal" 

That was our friendship catchphrase. 

"You still remember" I giggled in-between words.

"I have to go now Ol' pal," he said reading a message from his phone.

"We need to catch up, I've really missed you, Claire. You free Wednesday night? After work? I'm assuming you work" he added 

"Of course champ I work, and yes Wednesday night is perfect" I teased 

We exchanged numbers and then he left. I was so excited about seeing my old bestie but didn't know if he felt the same way. He was so guarded. 

Back then, Damon was the only friend I had.

*******
It's my second week in Berly's High school, had no friends, leaving me on my own during breaks and in class, which I like because I hate socializing. But I have a problem- fourteen years old Megan Statham- The queen bee of the school.  she took pleasure in bullying others, not excluding twelve-year-olds like me, making them think less of themselves. She gets all she wants and got away with hurting others as regards to her being the Mayor's daughter. One time I saw her in the hallway telling a girl not to wear yellow anymore cause that's her color and nobody had the guts to contend with her.

I was sitting alone as usual during lunch break at the cafeteria eating when Megan walked up to me alongside her two other puppets. 

"That's her" Yolanda pointed a finger at me 

"Guess she's new here, I think someone needs to hand her the handbook," she said knowing fully well I can hear her. The other puppet dropped a book on the table. 

"Never ever pack your hair up to a ponytail, that's my style and I don't share"

"So this is about my hairstyle" I scoffed in between words at her lame reason to excuse her insecurities. 

I continued eating on purpose to fuel her anger even more. 

"Oh I see," she said looking at her other puppets. I noticed them talking with their eyes and it didn't bother me until a plate of spaghetti was poured on my body. I stood up, infuriated, everyone's attention landed on me. I decided not to make this my own show of shame. I suddenly took my mug on the table, spilling the milk inside on top of Megan. I watch it drip on her body, feeling so proud of my self. I earned applause from other students. She was about to strike me with her hands when someone restrained them from landing on me. I looked up to see who it was- Damon-. We became best buddies from there. Looking out for each other, hanging out and doing all the teenage stuff until he moved to LA with his parents. We were friends physically for seven years, email friends for two years then everything went dead for eight years.

*******

I DROPPED MY KEYS ON the shelf nearby, turning the lights on while I use my shoulder to hold my phone between my ear.

"Hope this doesn't end up in a rivalry battle, bestie, I can't share you with your lost but found best friend" Rebecca yelled. God, she likes to yell.

I laughed heading to the kitchen fridge 

"Don't worry about that genius, it's been ten years, I'm sure he has other besties. It was just good seeing him.." Rebecca cut me off

"Well judging by the way you talked about his appearance looking like Vin Diesel, I'm sure it was more than good seeing him"

I rest my arm on the countertop.

"He's my friend beccs, not some guy I want to fuck randomly"

"Well you can add with benefits so it doesn't make him random"

I was silent.

"Bitch you totally want to do him!" She yelled catching me off-guard.

"What? No! Hell no!" My voice failed me

"You should do it, it's been seven months since Nathan, break the celibacy, you need to get laid"

"And you think fucking an old friend is advisable?"

"You don't want a random guy, so it's more than advisable."

"He's my friend beccs"

"Who said friends can't fuck each other"

"I've always regarded him as a friend, a true one, seeing him today just made me want to fuck him"

"Continue confessing, you should do him Wednesday night."

"I should write a book -I'm going to fuck my best friend- what happens after that?"

I took a sizeable strand of my hair, playfully twisting it. Rebecca is right, I totally want to fuck Damon. 

"Well it's not like you guys are going back to being besties cause I won't let that happen, you want to fuck him claire, so do it and Good night"

She hung up before I could return the Goodnight.

I took off one side of my duvet, tossed my flip flops and then took a sleeping position in my bed. I wrapped Fletcher in my arms.

"Good night fletcher" Exhaling deeply, I let myself wander into the peace that is called sleep. 

DAMON 
I STARE AT MYSELF in the mirror facing me after placing my toothbrush in its case. I wasn't admiring myself in the reflection, instead, I was thinking about someone-Claire Rutherford- my Claire. 

She has grown up to be the exceptional woman I'd always known she'll turn out to be. I'm grateful she kept her charming smile and aura, they were the two things that made me crush on her fourteen years ago. I was seventeen about to graduate high school and she was fifteen. I have to admit, I was tensed all through our conversation earlier today, her ocean blue eyes piercing my heart open, thus, unboxing the feelings I had kept hidden from her open. My gaze shifted to a picture of Megan Statham placed above my bed through the toilet door I left ajar. I had just proposed to Megan and wish I'd met Claire again sooner before Megan. She and I met four years back in LA and I started liking her but it can never be compared to what I felt and now still feel for Claire. In consolation, I let myself assume that Claire would also be in a serious relationship, advising me to focus on my wedding to Megan which is happening in seven months. 

CLAIRE 

"...Ari has a breast cancer campaign shoot with Lifetime studio this Thursday at 11 in the morning  and you told me to remind you to set up a meeting with the designer that'll be in charge of Ari's wardrobe for the upcoming All Stars Movie Awards.There's also an all directors meeting with the CEO on Thursday at 9. That's all for now, Ma" My assistant said, giving me a rundown of all that's to do this week after my early meeting with some prolific producers interested in casting Ari for a box office movie. 

"Ok, Call Ari and send her the schedule, you can go now. Thank you Mitchy"

Ari is a twenty-year-old talented actress and singer. Being her manager, I want to make sure she gets the very best of what the industry has to offer. Leading, guarding, protecting and listening to her because that's the reason why I applied for the job in the first place, the pay was just a bonus.

I had started working here eight months back and I must confess I love every single thing affiliated to my job. Ice agency gave me the perfect job with the perfect pay
And almost had the perfect love life with Nathan when life decided to be a douche and not make everything in my life perfect. I still carry a few remains from my recent heartbreak and maybe Rebecca is right. I need to have sex. Hot, steamy, devouring sex, one that'll erase my broken heart and forge a new one.  

"I'm seriously hoping seeing me is the reason you look so dreamy Claire" Nick said, entering my office.

"You wish" I stood up to hug him.

"Happy new year Claire" 

"And you too Nick" I retreated to my seat.

"So have you made up your mind yet?"

"Ugh" I tried to remember and like a sledgehammer hitting my head it suddenly came to me that I'd promise Nick a date this week and he was waiting for my consent to approve Saturday Evening. 

"I really like you Claire, just give me a chance, that's all I want, let me prove myself to you" He said leaning towards me 

"There's nothing to prove Nick, Saturday's fine but I must warn you, I'm still saying no"

"I'll make you change your mind Claire, thank you for agreeing to the date, I have to go now, Monday is being a bitchy day"

"Tell me about it" I rolled my eyes totally relating to what he said. 

I walked out of my made of glass skyscraper office building texting Damon about Wednesday. 

I hope we are still on in two days. I texted intensely waiting for his reply, not that I think he'll cancel.  I shifted my focus from anxiously waiting for his reply to entering my car when I sighted a Limousine's back seat side tinted window wind up, what shocked me further was the figure I saw a heartbeat before it disappeared. Damon? 

I shrugged off the idea that it was Damon, buttressing it with the fact that I assumed He would never be able to afford such a car. He might be living very comfortable but I don't think he'll be extremely wealthy. Not that that is going to keep me from fucking him in two days. I really don't care about material things when it comes to matters of the heart. 

Sure, I'll text you the address. Hope nine in the evening works for you ol'pal? 

I replied almost immediately.  Yes, it's good. Can't wait to see you again champ 

I dropped my bag in the backseat of my car, revving up the engine and driving off.

"Is this not overboard Rebecca, it's just a friendly date that'll turn out to sex" i looked at my reflection in the mirror twice my height in my bedroom. 

It's a dashing red, a little below the knee bodycon tube gown. It was so tight almost like my second skin, revealing my enormous ass and moderately sized tits.  I turned around to see the back, Rebecca made my hair into a ponytail revealing the green butterfly tattoo-which means freedom- beneath my right ear.

"Happy to see you finally admit you want to fuck your former best friend. And no, it is not overboard, it does scream sex though, which I fancy, you're wearing this and that's final!" she yelled again.

"For the final part" she placed a bib necklace around my neck, handing me a pair of ankle-strapped heels. 

"You look fantastic!"

"I look like I'm going to a gala" 

I looked at the screen of my phone. 

"He's here"

"Enough talking, off you go"

She led me to the elevator.

"Have fun sweetie, you deserve it and for your information, I'm staying back so you don't withhold any gist from me" 

The doors of the elevator closed and I was totally concerned about how I look. It made my mission obvious. Taking a deep breath I walked out of my apartment building trying to boost my confidence.

I saw a Limousine parked in front of my building, almost the same one I'd seen two days ago. I was further surprised when I saw Damon come down from the luxurious car. 

"Hey" I said stopping in front of him. 

How much did he pay to rent this car I said to myself 

"You look amazing'

Seeing that he wore a suit, I was thankful to Rebecca for making me wear this outfit. 

" shall we?" I said, breaking the intensity between us. We entered the car. 

This was starting to look like a date between lovers, we looked nothing like friends. 

"You can start the car, Thomas"

"Ok sir"

I was still curious about his financial state. Did he really go this far for a date or he actually owns all of this and if he's the same person I'd seen outside my office building. 

"Wow Damon, you went all in for this catch-up dinner" I said while the car went in motion.

"I wanted to impress my ol' pal"

"Well you succeeded" 

"I'm glad I did"  

We spent the remaining journey to our destination going back on a memory lane to our lives back in New Orleans. 

"We've arrived sir"

Damon came down first and I followed suit, there was a brief connection between our palms and I felt my blood freeze. I looked at the entrance of the ocean blue restaurant, one of the most expensive and elite Restaurants in New York. 

"Wow" I blurted out.

He grabbed my waist into the restaurant. 

We continued our conversation from where we'd stopped in the car while eating. Laughing at all our embarrassing moments.  

"Cheers," we said, toasting to all the moments.  

"Remember Precious Winslet?"

Who could forget one of Megan's puppet, she, Megan and Yolanda made high school a living hell for me.

"I remember her, what's up?"

"She's married to Vincent with three kids"

"Wh..." I choked on the sweet red wine in my mouth.

"Sorry, are you okay?" he said, standing up to pat my back

"I am fine" I coughed reacting to his sudden touch. He retreated back to his seat.

"You mean to say Precious ended up with Vincent? After all the shit they did to that guy"

"Well they're grown now" 

They're grown now. His words hit me like a hurricane. Damon's grown now. I Don't know if I'm the kind of girl he likes to bang. 

"I'm happy for them" I said, almost in a whisper 

"Are you okay?"

"Of course" I smiled trying to lit up the energy.

" excuse me, Claire, I need to use the restroom" he left.

I used his absence to text Rebecca. 

I'm sorry bestie, I can't do this. Heading home now. I made sure the message delivered before switching off my phone. I didn't want her motivating me again.

"I have to go home now, I have a meeting tomorrow morning, need to sleep early"

"We should do this again" we walked side by side to his limousine.

Hell no "sure, it's fun catching up". 

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of my apartment building. I turned to say goodbye before alighting from the car when I caught him staring at me. It was silent and like Bluetooth, we connected into a deep kiss.  He set my hair free from the ponytail, clenching hard to its root. He explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue leaving me breathless. My chest was moving fast, my big nipples aroused and pointy, visibly revealing a huge dot through my gown.  I was on fire, barely thinking, I made sure the rear partition separating the driver's seat to the passenger's compartment was still closed before pulling down my tube gown revealing my breast into his palms. I heard him groan in pleasure after making contact with my aroused nipples, which further turned me the fuck on.  I rolled on top of him while still sitting, giving him full access to my breast and his hands on my ass. He tilted his head a little lower to accommodate his mouth on my nipples. I felt goosebumps on my skin and my sex aching hard for him to be inside me.  Hastily, I unbuckled his belt and set  his extremely hard cock free. Thankful I wasn't wearing underpants, I fixed him inside my wet pussy, thrusting up and down, making my ass clap on top of his knees. God, I am so wet and losing my mind.  He grabbed on to my ass harder, controlling the pace at his own fast convenience. I clenched my palm on his head, struggling for control, he sucked my nipples harder and my thrust increased on a hundred. My orgasm was coming and I felt his too, judging by his non-stop silent moan which fast-forwarded my cum. 

I buried my face on  his chest and few minutes later, I realized the sin I'd just committed, what's going to happen to us now? I had just had mind-blowing sex with my friend and things will never remain the same. He didn't say anything. 

" I'm so sorry Damon, I didn't mean to...." Not knowing what to say, I took my shameless self off him and ran into my building. I was glad he didn't come after me.