Chapter 19

**CHLOE DUARTE**

“It’s going to be hard for me too, you drive me crazy, James. “ I whisper, kissing him again ardently.

I take my hands out of his hair and place them in front of his face, touching the skin I have always wanted to touch since I first met him, I am surprised when he closes his eyes and presses his face against my hands as if he is enjoying my touch.

“I am completely in your hands, you have me completely and surrendered at your feet, little seductress.", he opens his eyes turning his full attention to my breasts covered by the neckline of the dress.

I throw my head back as he pulls the straps of the dress away and contemplates my skin that seems to catch fire in his presence.

“I see you followed my choice, I love it here!.", he points with interest to the lingerie he helped me choose.

“You have good taste...", I dare to use the formal mode seeing the effect it has on him at a moment like this.

“Don't call me that when we are like this...", he asks, pulling away the cup of my bra before taking my breast in his hand and squeezing hard.

“Why?“ I ask breathlessly.

“Because I want to fulfill my fantasies with you, and they are not few, Chloe. And I don't know if I can always control myself.", an audible moan comes from my throat as I feel his mouth suck and bite on one of my breasts, repeating the same movement with the other.

While one of his hands presses me against his face, the other ventures a little further up the fabric of my dress to my waist, I am no longer holding back my moans from now on.

I am surrendered and so is he...

I pull his hair forcing him to raise his head and face me, I don't waste any more time, my mouth meets his again and I don't get sick of the sensation of tasting him. James groans against me when I dare a little more as I move in his lap in repetitive motions.

His hands grip my hips as he assists me with the back”and”forth movements against his lap, I feel like smiling with happiness as I discover that I have the power to give pleasure to a man like this.

"You're killing me, you little seductress...", he whispers before kissing me and bringing his tongue to meet mine in a synchronized dance.

My god, is this happening?

“I'm not thinking straight and you on my lap like this is making me lose my mind, I want to go on, but we have to stop here, Chloe...", he says with a frown as if he didn't mean it.

I pull away a little not understanding, he smiles weakly taking his hand to my face, going around and caressing my warm skin.

“God knows how much I want to have you, but we can't, that wouldn't be a smart choice, I'm not an easy man to deal with and I'm afraid of hurting a good person like you if we go through with this.", he completes by circling my lips with his thumb.

“You wouldn't hurt me, James."

“We can't be sure of that, we know how we feel and this is getting stronger, I'm afraid of giving in and giving the wrong impression to you..."

“What are you trying to tell me?", I ask.

"What I mean is that you are a good person and you don't deserve someone like me, this thing between us might just be sexual attraction, but we don't know if it can become something else."

“Are you afraid that I will fall in love with you?", I ask, stunned by what I have just seen.

“Or that I might let myself fall in love with you, I can be cold and selfish sometimes, but I don't want to hurt you, Chloe!", he insists and is surprised when I quickly get off his lap and get back into the passenger seat.

“Do you think I'm that fragile? Do you think I could easily fall in love with you? Would that be so bad?". I ask angrily.

“What I think is that our involvement would be wrong, you are drunk and I don't want to take advantage of you anymore, and I'm sure you will regret this night when you sober up...

“Take me home, please!", I change the subject indignant that the mood between us ended so quickly.

“Chloe, I don't..."

“Take me or I'll order an Uber!", I insist, cutting him off as I put my seat belt back on and adjust my dress and jacket over my shoulders.

Even though I avoid eye contact, I can see out of the corner of my eye that he is still staring at me and when he realizes that I don't say or stare at him, he sighs before driving back and going back the same way where the huge traffic has gone.

I give him my address and when I realize that we are still far from the city, I lay my head on the back of the seat and close my eyes thinking about the last events of this early morning.

Besides the damned hangover, I'm going to wake up in a few hours with a terrible feeling...

“Chloe?", I hear his distant voice.

“Huh?"

“Wake up, we're home!", I open my eyes sleepily realizing that I ended up sleeping while he was taking me away.

Still, in a trance, I remove my seatbelt seeing that he gets out of the car and opens the passenger door for me, James reaches out his hand to help me, but I deny it.

I just grab my purse and get out of the car quickly following to the entrance of the building, I don't look back, I keep following, but his voice makes me stop.

“Chloe, I'm sorry if..."

“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Colucci, see you in a few hours at the company...", I say automatically, and realizing that there is no answer from him, I go ahead and get in.

When I arrive at my apartment I close the door tightly but groan as I reach out my hand and see that the cut on my palm is bleeding again.

I snort following to the bathroom to redo a new bandage, take a cold shower and change into my comfortable pajamas, I don't feel hungry I just lie down on the bed and pull the covers over me.

I hear a new notification arriving on my cell phone, I pick it up hoping it's not James, but I'm surprised by a message from my friend Matt.

MATT: Let me know when you get in, princess. Don't let me worry ;)

ME: I'm already home, I'll return your jacket to you at the company, good night...

I send the message and don't wait for the reply to come, I set the cell phone alarm and place it on the bedside table before settling into my warm bed.

As I wait for sleep to come my thumb traces the same outline of my lips that James did, his words don't leave my mind...

What I mean is that you are a good person and don't deserve someone like me, this thing between us might just be sexual attraction, but we don't know if it can become something else.

It is just a sexual attraction and carnal desire, I wouldn't be so stupid and reckless to fall in love with a man like him, would I?

Fucking hangover!

I grope the table in search of my cell phone, which suddenly sounds its alarm, adding to my headache, and grunting I turn it off and struggle to get out of bed and go to work.

I look and feel terrible.

Three hours of sleep doesn't make you feel good after a long night of drinking and crazy things you shouldn't have done.

I know that when I look in the mirror I'm going to have a little scared when I see my finished reflection, I pray that concealer will improve the deep dark circles around my eyes at least.

Sitting up in bed and sighing with my eyes closed, I feel the typical little noise of my kitten joining me as she climbs the bed and comes onto my lap.

“Good morning to you too, Mia.", I smile and stroke the soft fur of the purring cat.

“I had a terrible night, and I hope this morning will be better than yesterday.", I murmur pensively.

“I wanted to lie with you all day, but I have to work to guarantee your feed, pretty one...", I kiss her head and place it on the floor before going to the bathroom.

After taking an aspirin and a quick shower, only wearing a towel in front of the mirror, I observe the damage to my face after a few hours of sleep, I open my makeup bag and try to minimize the fatigue reflecting on my face.

I smile satisfied when I finish applying the compact powder to finish my makeup, I did more elaborate makeup remembering that today we have lunch with that investor from yesterday's contract.

It's not perfect, but you can't tell I've been drinking all night and overnight and I still have a strong hangover this morning.

I am about to tie up my hair when I notice a dark spot on the side of my neck, my eyes widen as I take a closer look and see that it is a fucking hickey!

Outraged and not knowing what to do to hide it from everyone in the company, not even make”up could hide a hickey of this size.