Chapter 4 Fragments of Last Night
Alex kept staring at my lips until my forefinger touched his nipple.
“I want you,” he said.
“I know,” I whispered, my lips curving ever so slightly.
His gaze moved from my lips, then to my eyes, then back to my lips.
“Joan,” he whispered.
He said my name so softly that I wasn’t even sure he opened his mouth, and I was so lost in the moment that I couldn’t even respond.
Before I could process anything, his hand moved from my thigh and slid up from my body to my face, before tangling gently into my hair.
His lips connected passionately with mine. Then he slid his body on top of me and the kiss immediately became intense. It was deep, dominating, and full of feeling.
I tilted my head back to give him better access. He stopped for a while and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I muttered softly.
He leaned down and kissed me again, one of his hands cupping my breasts while the other slipped beneath my dress.
At this time, my pussy was already overly stimulated. He moved his fingers and slid them gently over my folds.
“Gosh… Alex,” I moaned as I arched against him.
He did it again, this time, his fingertips rubbing my clit in small circles.
“Oh, my God! Yes! Keep going,” I cried out against his lips, slowly rubbing his cock.
It was as hard as a rock.
He pushed my legs aside and sank inside me. I groaned and arched, forcing him to speed up. His hands clenched over my thigh as he stroked harder and deeper.
I moved my hands down over his back and held onto him as my body trembled beneath him.
“Gosh!” I was at the verge of having an orgasm when I felt a tap on my body.
“Joan,” the voice called.
“What! Was I dreaming?” I thought to myself as I opened my eyes slowly.
Sitting in front of me was Alex.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed as I jerked off the bed.
My head banged, as if it had been waiting for me to wake before unleashing the pain.
“Geez,” I slid down to the bed, placing my hand on my forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“What happened last night?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“You blacked out. I didn’t know your place, that was why I brought you to my house,” he replied.
“Oh, my God! I need to leave,” I said, picked up my bag, and walked towards the door.
“Joan, wait,” he called and I paused.
“Take this… it will help with your hangover,” he said, his voice soft.
“Thank you,” I said and collected the drink.
“Do you think you can drive in this state?” He asked.
“Sure… it’s just a little headache,” I replied and walked out the door.
I took a little of the drink as soon as I got to my car and zoomed out of his compound.
ALEX HART’S POV
Just as Joan walked out the door, something dawned on me.
I shouldn’t have allowed her to leave.
“She looked like she hadn’t gotten over the drunkenness yet. What if something bad happens?”
Different thoughts ran through my mind.
Just then, my phone beeped.
It was Marcus.
“Hello man,” he said over the phone, his voice filled with excitement.
“Yes,” I replied, rubbing my temple.
“I hope you had a steamy night,” he teased.
“Come on… is that why you called me?” I asked.
“Not really… I want to ask if you wouldn’t be busy with your lady so that I can pull up at your place later today,” Marcus stated with a slight scoff.
“You can come… I need to get off the phone now,” I said as my gaze landed on a piece of jewelry.
“When did that fall? Maybe when I was trying to lay her on the bed,” I thought.
“Okay then,” Marcus replied and the call ended.
I hurriedly picked up the jewelry and ran outside to check if Joan was still there.
“What was I thinking? Why would she still be outside till now?” Disappointed, I murmured to myself.
JOAN COLE’S POV
My head kept banging and I kept wondering if we had sex or if it was just a dream.
I mean… I was dressed in the same clothes I wore the night before but what happened felt so real.
“How much of it was a dream? Or was everything real?” I asked myself, my fists tightening against the steering wheel.
“What if it was all real?”
“Damn!” I shouted, banging my hand on the wheel.
Soon, I got home and parked my car carefully.
When I got inside, I went straight into Lena’s room and slid down onto the bed.
“Hmm… you really enjoyed his company seeing how you didn’t come back home last night,” she smirked.
“I got drunk and slept off,” I replied, my hand on my forehead.
“Why did you drink so much?” she asked, sitting up properly on her bed.
“That’s not the issue… apparently, I had a dream, but I don’t think it’s a dream,” I started.
“I don’t even know if I’m making sense.”
“What do you mean?” Lena asked, confused.
“I had a dream that we had sex but at the same time it feels so real… so I’m not sure if it’s a dream or not,” I explained.
“Wow… this girl,” Lena said, glaring at me in disbelief.
“The scariest part is… I’m ovulating,” I added.
“Geez… you have to be sure, to take preventive measures,” Lena said.
“Do you think I should ask him?” I asked, waiting for approval.
“Of course, you have to… he’s the only one that can give you an answer to your question,” she said.
“I still have forty-eight hours to take a contraceptive… I will ask him tomorrow… not over the phone,” I said.
“The earlier the better though,” Lena replied and lay back down on the bed.
“I don’t know how I’m going to pull that off yet, but I will surely ask him.”
“Do you have anything for a headache?” I asked.
“I have a painkiller on that shelf,” she replied, pointing at the shelf.
“Make sure you take a shower and have a good rest… I will fix something to eat before you wake up,” she added.
“I love you, girl,” I said, picked up the painkiller, and left for my room.
Throughout that day, he kept calling, and I declined every single one. I couldn’t stop thinking about that steamy moment. A part of me wanted it to be real, but the other part of me detests even the thought of it being real.
“I can’t let history repeat itself,” I kept saying to myself throughout the day.
The next day, I nervously waited for the time I was supposed to meet with Alex.
Soon it was that time, I quickly picked up my bag, dashed into my car, and drove off to his office.
When I got there, he smiled at me.
“Good morning, Joan. Hope you are good?” he greeted.
“Good morning, Mr. Hart,” I said with a professional smile, then I took my seat.
“You didn’t pick up my calls yesterday… I was so worried,” he said, his gaze fixed on me.
“He is looking at me like he had a great time with me that night,” I thought to myself as I scanned his face.
“Did we have sex?” I asked suddenly, my fists clenched under the desk as I waited anxiously for his reply.