Grace
"He had a cucumber tied to his dick."
Three things happened simultaneously. Ty dropped her phone on her poached eggs, I chocked on my coffee and a passing by waitress of about fifteen dropped her-thankfully empty-tray on the ground.
"What?" Ken gave a wide-eyed innocent look as the waitress scrambled to pick up the tray and ran for her dear life.
"Honey," Ty said, wiping the dripping yoke off her iPhone with a bundle of tissues. "Next time you decide to say something inappropriate in front of children, a prior warning would be congruous."
"What did I say?" Another unimpeachable look.
"What didn't you?" I cleared my throat and took another drag of the scalding liquid. "You were saying?"
"Yes, as I was saying," a pointed look at Ty. “The guy I thought was a hunk with a nice junk was actually an extra large sized cucumber. Thank you Mr. Douchebag for ruining my liking for the vegetable!” Ken huffed.
“Yeah, ours too.” Ty groaned.
“Could you guys be any louder? The waitress just brought her entire class to tune in on the gossip.” I motioned my cup behind Ken where now three waitresses had the sudden urge to clean the same table right beside ours.
“Oh Shuu already! Go dress your Barbies!” Ken waved her hand over her head in a shooing motion as the three girls scrambled away from the table, cheeks pink with embarrassment.
“Hey! That was rude!” I complained.
“What? Ty was just complaining about discretion in front of children.” Ken stated as she gulped down her carrot and cranberry juice.
“True.” Ty answered with her nose in her phone.
“So….how was your Mr. Naughty?” Ken asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively and instantly, Ty lost her interest in her phone.
“Um…well…” If it wasn’t humanly possible, I would’ve preferred to dissolve into the pavement right at this moment.
“Welllll?” Both Ty and Ken drawled out.
“He was good.” I admitted, blushing beetroot red.
“Awesome! Care to share?”
“Go to Hell!” The answer came out even before Ken had finished her sentence and it caused both girls to smile widely.
“Ooooh! Look at her being all defensive Ken! She’s soooo in lov-“
“Okay, now that’s going a bit too far!” I snapped at Ty which only caused her to giggle. “Guys, stop it!”
“Well, at least tell us if it helped get your work done?” Ken chirped in.
“Yeah, it’s over.” I told them grudgingly.
I hate to admit it, but sex really is a stress buster, at least it turned out to be one for me. Yesterday after Daniel had caught me in the task of scavenging for my clothes, I’d gotten into his shiny Sedan and he’d driven me to this tiny Bread and Breakfast café in Metropolitan south, just before the start of South Park, downtown L.A. I hadn’t even known that this café existed even though I’d travelled down this same road for years.
Breakfast had been simple yet delicious. I had the best blueberry pancakes ever while Daniel sipped his black coffee with two spoons of sugar. We didn’t talk much throughout the rest of our time together but the silence hadn’t been awkward. He did raise a brow when he dropped me off in my neighborhood, but I know I would’ve done the same if I were him. The only plus signs are that the rent is cheap and the neighbors mind their own business. After a hasty goodbye, I’d dashed home, taken a much needed hot shower and dived straight into work so I could erase the previous night off of my mind.
But as fate would have it, my previously empty mind was now filled with brand new ideas and I was able to finish all my projects within 12 hours and then I had all the time in the world to think about Daniel and his exotic scent and the way his body had felt on top of mine.
“Earth to Grace!”
Startled, I looked at my two best friends to find them staring at me with big smiles on their faces.
“That good, eh?” Ken grinned.
“Ugh!” I groaned. “Would you guys stop teasing me? I’m going out of my mind about what could happen if we ever meet again or if he starts stalking me or if my mom-“
“Whoa! Hold up!” Ty held up her hand. “You’re a responsible adult, twenty four years of age, your mother should not have a say in whom you date. And secondly, last night was the only time you met him. How can he start stalking you if he has no idea who you are?”
“Well, that’s the problem,” I told them. “He does know who I am. He knew my name even before I told him and the way he was treating me, it was as if he knew exactly what to expect with me. He even made me drink ginger and lime juice before taking me upstairs.”
“Wow! The guy sure knows how to treat a lady…” Ken mused on a sigh.
“That’s not the point Ken!” Ty scolded her before turning to me. “You’re right. That does sound troublesome. He must be a regular if he knew your name or he must have overheard us sometime?”
“Ty, if a hunk like that was standing anywhere near us at any point of time…I’m pretty sure I would’ve known.”
“Of course you would.” Ty rolled her eyes.
“Okay, so maybe he is a regular.” I told them. “But if that’s the case, then we can never go back to Hell Hole again. What if I bump into him again?”
“Whoa! Chill Grace!” Ken held out her hands in front of me. “Hell Hole has the cheapest beer in town and no one’s gonna make me stop going there! And are you nuts? Stop going to a bar just because you might bump into someone? That’s just plain paranoid! I mean, he’s a bar regular, not a serial killer!”
“I have to admit Grace, Ken’s right.” Ty told me sadly. “We can’t just stop going somewhere because you think this guy might find you again. Besides, it’s not like he forced himself on you or mistreated you. In fact, it seems he’s a nice guy. If he keeps bothering you then we’re there to help and Connor would be more than happy to kick his ass if you’re uncomfortable. So chill and let’s enjoy breakfast.”
As Ty and Ken went back to eating their meal, I still sat there thinking of all the worst possible outcomes. But Ty was right on one thing, Daniel was a nice guy, at least he seemed to be. But then, why am I being so paranoid?
I agree, I don’t usually go for one night stands. I’m more into long term relationships. After breaking up with Sean, my boyfriend of two years from college, I haven’t been with anyone else, which also means I’ve been celibate for nearly two years. Maybe it was the fact that Daniel was just so addictive that I couldn’t get him out of my head? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since Friday night and still I could feel a shiver run down my spine as I remember his bottomless blue eyes scorching me from the inside out as they travelled over my naked body. How right it felt when he entered me and how, even now, I could feel tingles where his hands had touched.
It was scared that this has the potential of becoming something more and then finding out that he wasn’t the right guy for me. Daniel is overpowering in every way and I know for sure that if we do meet again, I would fall right into him without a second thought and by doing that I’ll lose myself in him. Honestly, I’ve never met a man who would make me want to run as far away from him as humanly possible, yet at the same time, make me want to never let go.
Yes, I found him intriguing, but I was scared that it just might turn into addiction.
GraceWalking into the club on a Monday felt surreal. More so was coming straight from the office in a white shirt that stuck to my skin because of continuous nervous sweating and a black pencil skirt that probably had white patches on it.I'm not usually this unkempt but my nerves had gotten the best of me. Somehow, I just wanted to prove to Daniel and myself that I'm not a slut or into one-night stands. I was going to tell him to his face, that he should forget about the other night completely, so that we can move on with our lives. That is, if I find him. I had no idea who he was, other than the fact that his name is Daniel and he’s been eyeing me for a while and just might be a regular. The most realistic thing to do would’ve been to come back on Friday to search for him, but I just couldn’t wait till then. I was a wreck.Surprisingly, Hell Hole was packed even on a Monday night. My eyes scanned the mass of sweating, swayin
DanielI watched with muted amusement as Grace nearly dropped the beer bottle from her hands and then to hide her nervousness, took a huge swig which had her chocking and coughing.“Heads up.” I told her as I lifted her head towards the ceiling with my fingers under her chin. It felt like satin under my fingertips. Her skin so soft and creamy. It made me want to lick her up from head to toe.She gasped a few times to regain normal breathing and when she was able to breathe normally again, I let go of her chin slowly, reluctantly. “Are you alright?” I asked when she placed the beer bottle on to the table next to me, careful not to mistakenly make contact with my body.“Yes.” She cleared the hoarseness from her voice before answering again. “Yes, I’m fine. You wanted to talk?”“Indeed.” I took a sip of my whiskey and watched her follow the movement with her eyes. &ldqu
GraceUsually, whenever Ken found her next ‘perfect guy’ or whenever Ty had a date with Connor, we’d all meet up to discuss their men, to sigh over the romantic fantasies and get some greasy food into our system while we’re at it.But for some reason, I didn’t want Ken or Ty to find out about Daniel yet. Of course they’d be supportive and encouraging, but going out with Daniel was something that my mother will never approve of and it made me feel naughty as Hell doing it. Like I am making up for my High School years when I’d watched my silent crush, the school’s bad boy Harry Grover ride into the parking on his motor bike with a different girl on his arm each morning. Though his concept of loyalty had been non-existent, I still couldn’t get over how blue his eyes were and how his blonde hair had caught the light when he was on the field playing basket ball with his pals.Daniel wasn’t H
GraceMy breathing finally came slower after fifteen minutes of lying still on the couch. The post-orgasm haze cleared from my eyes and I felt my back ache from the uncomfortable position and Damien’s heavy weight on top of me.Damien’s breathing was still a bit ragged when he popped up on his elbows on either side of my head, his cock inside me, moved a bit causing me to gasp and I felt it harden again, just a bit. Daniel groaned, eyes closed and sweat appeared on his forehead. “I’d love nothing more than to stay right here all night, but that’s not what I want us to be like. A relation based only on sex never ends well and I don’t want this to end so soon.”Pulling out on a groan, Daniel pulled out tissues from the box on the table and wiped his semi-hard cock clean of any cum. Throwing the crumbled tissues into the bathroom, he looked at me with his brows furrowed. “Shit! I forgot protection.&rd
GraceDaniel’s family consisted of the head chef, the sous-chef, two trainee chefs and three waiters; all men of varying ages and sizes. But what I did understand from the introduction was that none of them were Daniel’s blood relative, yet they were nothing less either.George Vitale, the head chef, was a man in his early 50’s and had a short built and a bulging tummy. He also had salt and pepper hair cut close to his scalp and kind grey eyes. Then was the sous chef, who appeared to be in his late 40’s and very similar to George in height and appearance, was Mike Vitale, George’s younger brother. As for the helpers and the waiting staff, they were all part timers who had different day jobs but at the end of the day, came over to this restaurant at the end of the day where they were a close knit family. To Daniel these boys were his friends, brothers even. It was clear on their faced how excited they were to have Daniel he
GraceI don’t know how we were able to get through dinner, but we did and we even managed to say a proper goodbye to Daniel’s family. And then there was the fact that Daniel’s left cheek was smeared with lipstick, which his cousin and brothers teased him about mercilessly. I have to admit though, I wasn’t completely innocent when I’d kissed his cheeks, but he’d made it worse when he’d shifted his face to kiss my lips. Kevin seemed more smug than the others since he now something scandalous to hold against his cousin, unfortunately, it wasn’t scandalous enough.“There ain’t gonna be any monkey business in my house!” George had said gruffly but his eyes had twinkled with laughter.We’d then bid goodbye to everyone and had set out on our way back home. Halfway through the ride, Daniel had informed me it’d be his house we’d be going to because it had a bigger bed and
GraceThe obnoxious sound of my cell phone going off woke me up early the next morning.I groaned and reached for my bedside table but all I could feel was air. I let my hand drop to the bed, but another groan coming from beside me had me opening my eyes in haste and finally taking in the room I was in.Daniel must have brought me to his house after I passed out in his arms. It made me blush even thinking about having sex in his car. But also, Daniel’s voice kept reverberating in my head.And you think that make you any less intriguing?I turned carefully to find Daniel’s face at the crook of my neck and one of his hands thrown over my waist while the other was under my head. Shit! It must be limp by now! I rose cautiously from the bed, careful not to wake him up and got off the bed by lifting his arm and placing my pillow under it so he would think that he was still holding onto me.I found myself dress
GraceI woke up with a start to find my phone ringing on the bedside table.I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked at my clock to find it was 3.39 am. The lights were off in my apartment and I’d closed off all windows except one so the air could circulate and keep the room cool. It was already mid November; winter was just around the corner.I reached over to grab my phone from the bedside table bedside table and answered it without looking at the screen. “Hello.” I yawned.“Sorry for waking you up. I just had to come see you.”I shot up in bed. “You’re here? Now?”“Look out your balcony.”I pushed the blanket off me and stood with shaky feet. I was wide awake as I opened the balcony door and walked out into the chilly night air. Looking down over the railing, I saw the familiar mop of midnight hair leaning against the side of his silver Sedan.&ld