All Chapters of Drowned under his Touch: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

21.  Benson placed his bags on the ground, wiped his palms across his face, and held his waist with both hands. His knees were feeling a little shaky. That was the last thing he expected to see when he chose to surprise her by returning without warning her he was going to do so the next morning.  He was perplexed as to what he should do next. Several questions popped into his head: Why was she naked in the living room, for fucks sake? What exactly was she would have been doing What would he do in this situation? Being the one who follows her would be a horrible decision, and standing there would be even worse.   When he closed his eyes, a vision of her voluptuous naked figure appeared in his mind. You should have seen how her ass bounced as she sprinted down the hall to Julie's room. He was well aware that what had happened had only made matters worse for him. While she

There’s always that news that hits you, that you are happy about for that person but then it makes you think about yourself. Somehow it brings out some flaws that haven’t been there all your life or you hadn’t noticed until you sit there being happy and then it hits you: you are twenty-eight going to your thirties, although you look at least five years younger, you don’t have a boyfriend, you’ve had only one your whole life and it was messy, you’ve had sex only once and it still was messy and your best friend is already engaged to get married soon and you are nowhere near ever having a relationship because of your infinitely large insecurity about yourself, that you have carried for years, and you still have dreams of getting married and having kids of your own one day even though you have no idea when it will happen given that you have never really thought about it until now. Alita was morose the entire day thinking about how her life might turn out to be and maybe she was never goi

 Benson waited there on the couch, waiting for her to return so they could pick up where they left off. He waited patiently till he couldn't anymore. He rose from his chair and made his way to Julie's room. He noticed her asleep next to Julie's bed, seated on the ground with her head on the side of the bed.   A part of him scowled and raged at Julie for screaming at such an inconvenient moment. He had a distinct impression that they had or were about to have a moment before she did. But as he watched Alita sleep, he smiled and made peace with how everything turned out.  She was as much a beauty when she sleeps as she was awake. Benson stood by the door, leaning on the frame and crossing his hands over his chest as he studied both she and Julie.   Julie was quiet and breathing steadily. You could feel her innocence in her breath. She was basking

 Benson pushed the door to the suite he had bought off for just himself. He smiled at the interior as his eyes darted through the familiar decor, the leather cushions, the chandelier with blue lighting, and the glass tables. He had redesigned the room to his taste. This was where he had most of his one-night stands over the years. He did sleep with some of the women a couple of times but soon got bored of them. As with all of the ladies that entered the room, this one too was overwhelmed by the sight that welcomed her. His suite was totally different from the already expensively decorated rooms. Her feet felt warm on the shiny wooden floor, her eyes caught the king-sized bed and she smirked. The walls were painted white. As you would guess, Benson's love for art followed him even to where he only cane to bang chicks for fun. He had a lion painted on the side of the wall that was adjacent to the door.  She gulped a

 Alita's eyes searched the bed for her phone. It must have gotten lost in the action. She spread her fingers on the bed and moved her hand around feeling for her phone. After a few frustrating swipes and hovers on the bed, she found her phone, double-tapped the screen and the screen lit up. She saw the time and felt her heart skip a beat. It was past the time she normally leaves with about two hours. She hissed and threw the phone away, her eyes followed it to see where it landed because she didn't want to look for it again. She usually called Sarah to tell her she wasn't coming home so she knew Sarah would be wondering why she wasn't home yet. Alita hadn't planned to but the only reasonable thing to do was a sleepover at Benson's and not go home. She was dazed about what had just happened and her usual over analytic self was preying on her at the moment. She didn't know whether to feel bad or not abou