Sunday, October 24, 2010

Update!

Hey everyone!

Sorry for not posting on Friday, but unfortunately, I had a business assignment due that day at 12pm, and my group decided to bail on me, so I had to do practically the whole thing by myself - which I didn't realize until Thursday, and so I had to stay up all night working on it! (one other person helped with the conclusion) - so I had no free time to finish up the chapter :( And this weekend, I was away doing family stuff and didn't have access to a computer...

I will post chapter 2 asap, however, it will most likely not be before Wednesday, because I have a 2.5 hour midterm that day and I need to read and memorize 150 pages, plus 5, 40 slide powerpoints by then :S!!!

Sorry, once again! Please don't think I'm going to be doing this on a regular basis, it's just that things came up!

Hope you all had a great weekend!!!

xoxo gcg!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I'm Back!!!!

Hello everyone!

Just writing this to let you guys know that I am back and will continue blogging! I have thought of a plot for a new story that I think you guys will love!!!! I'm pretty excited and will start writing today and will post something by Friday :)

Hope you're all still with me!!

xoxo

gcg

<3

Friday, September 3, 2010

Hey Everyone!!!

Hi everyone!!!

Just a quick little update: I am still on vacation for a little over a week and will be returning home soon (unfortunately). The sad news is that I sprained my right foot 2 nights ago and will not be able to walk on it for another 10-14 days, which sucks because I had made many plans for the last few days that I will be here, plus the worst thing is traveling while injured :( But anyhoo, seeing as that I will be super busy as soon as I get back (with school, work and meeting up with friends), I will not start blogging for another 2 weeks or so, but I just wanted to let you guys know that I am still alive, and will be blogging again!!! lol :P

Hope you're all having a fantastic summer - accident free!!!

xoxo gcg

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hello!!!!!

Hey everyone,
Sorry I haven't been updating the blog but a) I don't always have internet (sadly) and b) I'm having wayyyy too good of a time and am so busy that I barely get a chance to sleep for more than a few hours everyday, much less get a chance to sit down on the laptop. I have met 4 guys that I like - 2 of which I really really like! lol so I'm basically spending time with them and in general my friends, so I'm barely home!
Anyhoo, I have decided to continue writing fiction (I don't know if I will continue the story I started for school with Jess and Ben - I think it would be fun to start a new story) but the bad news is that I won't have a chance to do that until mid September because that's when I'll get back from my vacation - I am letting you guys know so that you don't check everyday and leave me because you think I stopped! lol I really like writing and definitely want to continue but I just don't have enough time here to do that!
Thank you for understanding - I'm really excited to have followers and I won't disappoint you :D
Have an AMAZING August!!!!
xoxoxoxoxo gcg ;)

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Update!!!

Hey everyone!!!!
K first of all, thanks for all the comments :D Made me soo happy!! lol That was one hard scene to finish! lol I couldn't make up my mind about how I wanted things to go, so I'm glad you guys liked it!!! :)
Second of all, I think that I'm gonna end the story like that - yes, I know that technically I could continue it, but I won't for now - and I will start blogging about my vacation... I kinda want this to be like a personal journal, except I'll be sharing it with you guys :D I'll be sure to include all the dets, which so far are good ;) lol
I'll keep ya posted!!!!
xoxo gcg

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Chapter Eleven - The Revelation - Round 2 ;)

Ben stood up from the table, removed the condom and threw it out in the trash.
“I think we should wait a few more minutes, I don’t think I can walk just yet,” I said.
Ben laughed. “Honey, after the way you treated me, you don’t even have to move. I’ll carry you to your bedroom.”
“Whoa, easy there Arnold, I know you’re strong and everything, but you won’t make it out the kitchen, much less past four rooms to my bedroom.”
“Haha, we’ll see about that,” he laughed. He stood in front of me in front of the table and gently took my left arm and helped me sit up. Then, smiling, he took both my hands and wrapped them around his neck and told me to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Are you sure?” I asked giggling while he lifted me.
Instead of an answer, he captured my mouth as he adjusted my weight against him. He brought his elbows behind my damp knees to give him added balance, and then left the kitchen.
“Looks like you were right, Jess. I think I have to stop to catch my breath,” he whispered against my mouth after having entered the living room. He leaned me against the wall opposite of the windows facing the lit up city in the living room. Instead of setting me down, he slid his hands up my thighs until his right hand reached a slick softness.
I tore my mouth from his.
“Ben, not here, the neighbours across might see us,” I said alarmed.
He pulled his head back and met my alarmed eyes, but he did not let his fingers rest.
“Honey, trust me, people would kill to see you cum,” he said, his eyes already almost black.
“Well, when you say it like that...” I winked at him.
“Good girl, let me touch you,” he murmured against my mouth, and moved his right hand minutely.
I arched me back and dug my fingernails into his broad shoulders, as I’d done before in the kitchen, and his fingers started moving faster. A cry escaped me as I squirmed, almost falling, but he pressed me against the wall more firmly and moved his hand one more time to send my body writhing against him.
“Think the neighbours have seen enough?” he asked, grinning.
“Haha, yes! I didn’t sign up to give a free show!”
He laughed out loud and hugged me close.
“Besides, at this rate, we’ll never make it to my bedroom,” I added and buried my face in his neck.
“You’re right, let’s move on.”
He continued his way down the hall, past the entertainment room, the guest washroom, and the guest bedroom with my legs and arms still wrapped around him.
We were just halfway past the distance between the guest bedroom and my bedroom when he stopped again and leaned me against the wall.
“You’re slipping. Hand on,” he said and repositioned me.
I lifted my head. My dark eyes met his, alarmed.
“Ben, don’t...”
It was no use. His right hand was already teasing the ultra sensitive spot between my thighs, and I started rolling my hips to increase the force of contact.
“That’s right baby, rock your hips,” Ben said as he thrust two fingers inside me, causing my heart race to double.
“Ben, no. Not here, I’ll fall...”
“Only if you fight me, beautiful. If you behave yourself, we’ll be just fine,” he murmured with a wicked grin.
“Behave myself? You little...” I interrupted myself with a sharp breath as I felt him thrust a third finger inside me, his thumb still playing with my clit.
“What was that sweetheart?” He moved his hands in unison this time and I dug my nails into his back as I tried to rock my hips back and forth. His hands followed my movements as he lowered his mouth to my throat and started sucking the flesh in his hot mouth. When he increased the rhythm of his fingers, I arched my back and tightened my legs around him.
“BEN,” I cried loudly, shuddering and rocking against him.
I clutched on to him and I could feel his once again hard cock against my inner thigh, indicating that he was about to lose control just like I just had.
He took me to my bedroom and laid me down a little roughly. I could see his black eyes travelling the length of me hungrily as he stood at the foot of the bed.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re sexy as hell?” he asked seductively.
“Just a few times,” I said, still a bit out of breath.
“Well you are. Look what you do to me, honey” he pointed between his legs.
I laughed softly and motioned him to come closer with my index finger to show him how happy his words made me.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, raising an eye brow.
“Come here,” I demanded seductively.
“Why?”
“Cause I want you.”
“Hmm, so you’re sexy as hell, and naughty. I like that,” he said as he lay down on top of me.
I entwined my hands around his neck and pulled him into a hot, greedy kiss while rocking my hips against his to show him how excited he’d made me.
He returned my kiss with the same enthusiasm, and then his one hand travelled down my throat to my right breast and he squeezed it, causing a low moan to escape me. I felt him smile against my lips as his hand traveled down to my belly button, and the lower. As his lips moved down to my throat, he thrust two fingers inside me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Umm, you like that, baby?” he asked his lips now on my left breast, sucking my hard nipple.
“Uh huh” I said, my voice high in pitch.
He removes his fingers from inside me and sat back of his haunches. Then, he leaned forward, and started dropping wet kissed on my inner thigh. Another moan tore through me, and he continued his way up towards my wetness. Excited, I pulled at his hair with my one hand to get him to put his head between my legs, but he just shook his head and travelled the length of my other inner thigh, from the bottom up, even slower this time, as if to punish me. When he finally got to where I wanted him, he looked up at me in my half open eyes and said:
“I think I forgot to mention it before, but the way you’re shaved your pussy, is beyond sexy!”
And with that he went on to stick his hot tongue inside me causing me to cry from pleasure. At that moment all I could think of, besides the feeling of his wet tongue inside me, was how thankfully I was to have shaved the night before and to have tried the “landing strip” for the first time.
I started rolling my hips and he placed his strong hands on my thighs to keep them down, which actually made me feel even more pleasure, as he continued to trust his tongue inside me, and then moved it up to suck on my clit. I pulled on his hair with force to as he let go of my one thigh and thrust three fingers inside me all at once, making me scream from pleasure.
“Oh, baby, you’re soaking wet,” he said, his voice rough.
“UH, UHH, UHHH” I screamed as I came once again, while Ben was still moving his fingers in and out quickly.
Spent, I closed my eyes and tried to recover because I could see in Ben's eyes that he was no where near finished with me. And I was right. With my eyes still closed he started kidding my neck slowly, while covering my body with his. The feel of his weight on top of me was very exciting and suddenly, all I wanted was to make him feel as good as he had just made me feel.
I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking at me with his sexy dark eyes.
"Get off Big Boy" I demanded in a playful tone.
"Oh?" he said one eyebrow raised. "Now, which way could you possibly mean that? And if you mean it the way I think you do, will you help me sexy?"
I laughed at that.
"Ben, I literally mean get off of me!" I said still laughing.
"Hmmm, now that doesn't sound like fun."
"Trust me, it will be," I replied seductively.
His eyes widened a little and in the next second he was sitting up on the bed.
"So miss Jessica, what are you going to do to relieve my pain?" he asked and pointed down between his thighs, to his swollen manhood.
"Awe, you poor thing," I said, "lemme help you with that!"
I got up and standing up on the bed commanded him to lie down facing me. He immediately did as told and I quickly jumped off the bed and ran to my dresser to grab a blindfold.
"Whoa, are we doing kinky?" Ben sat up excited.
"Just lie back mister, and hands to yourself" I commanded, pushing him back with my index finger while straddling his hips. I tied the blindfold and after making sure he couldn't see anything, leaned forward and covered his upper body with mine. I started running my teeth down the side of his neck and after a few seconds was rewarded with a moan. Feeling really turned on, I moved my legs from the straddle position so that I was lying on top of him, and started slowly sliding up and down his body all the way down to his knees. The third time, while I was sliding down, I stopped at his hips and lightly licked his throbbing cock, my tongue barely touching him. I did the same thing a few more times, and the fifth time, unable to control himself, Ben thrust his cock in my mouth while moaning loudly. Feeling equally turned on, I started sucking his cock fast and hard, while he rolled his hips to the rhythm of my mouth.
"Oh my God!," Ben exclaimed, "I can't take this anymore, can I take the blindfold off please?" he begged.
I sat up, straddling him and then untied the blindfold.
"You are one mean sexy woman, Jess," he said breathless.
"I've got another surprise for you," I said excitedly.
I lifted my hips a bit and sat on his rock hard erection. His eyes widened and looked up at me in shock. To be honest, I was shocked as well because it felt better then anything else; the new angle was really something else. I knew there was no way we could "make it last" so I started rocking my hips quickly, riding him hard, - sweat, salty, hot sweat, dripping from both of us.
"Fuck, baby, you're so hot!" Ben said, his voice rough.
"Look to the left Ben," I said and pointed at our left when I had my huge wall mirror while allowed us to see exactly what we were doing.
"OH MY GOD," he practically screamed. "That is soooo fucking hot."
And it was. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer.
Then without warning, Ben grabbed me by the waist and lifted me off of him, threw me to the bed with force and sat up on his knees. Then, he grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, so that I was on all fours. He turned me slightly so that we were both facing the mirror on an angle that allowed us to see our whole bodies, and drove his cock into me so hard, I thought he was going to rip my insides. We both started moaning loudly, as Ben thrust his cock in me quickly and with force.
"BEN, BEN, BEN, BEN" I screamed as I felt myself about to cum.
"Look at us baby, look how hot we look," he practically screamed while grabbing my boobs and squeezing them before grabbing my hair and pulling it back making my head fall back. He licked my earlobe and neck and then released me as I started screaming because I was having an orgasm. Ben started moaning at the same time and we came together, hard and fast, as one, with starts exploding around us.
After a few minutes, our breathing went back to normal and he lay down next to me.
"I can honestly say that tonight has been the hottest, most amazing night of my life, and that you are the sexiest woman I've even known," Ben said grinning.
"Umm, you aren't too back yourself mister," I said deliriously happy.


After two more rounds, we fell asleep in my bed, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against the length of him. I knew that it wasn’t love or anything, but Ben just seemed different than any other guy I’d met. And besides, who knew what would happen later on?
I don’t know. Really, I don’t. What I do know is that that was amazing, and that that night I slept better than I had in a long, long time. Even though I was exhausted, I felt deliriously happy, and had butterflies in my stomach.


The next day at work I leaned two things. Sarah, Derek and James told me the first thing. That, John was in fact sleeping with Amanda, which he actually told them himself. He said that at first, he didn’t want people to know because they weren’t too serious in the beginning, but now she was pregnant and he wanted to let everyone know that he was going to be a dad. Oh, and apparently, “elephant shoes” looks like “I love you” when you mouth the words, so I guess he wasn’t making fun of her after all.
The second thing, courtesy of Derek, was that Calvin and Rebecca had broken up. But to be honest, I didn’t care. Calvin didn’t seem all that great after all. In fact, I found myself trying to recall all the reasons why I thought I was in love with him. My God, I thought. I had been so stupid thinking I was in love with Calvin, when in reality, I was just beginning to understand the meaning of the word.
That day, I looked over at Ben’s office a few times. And he looked at me too. I’d turn red and look back at my computer screen. I guess the horoscope had turned out to be true after all.

THE END

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Hello!!!

Hey everyone!
I'm happy to report that I have internet :) I'll start posting asap; hopefully I'll have something up by tomorrow - I'm going out tonight and I have to start getting ready soon, cause I'm meeting up with an old guy friend whom I haven't seen in nearly 8 years!!! :O He's very cute, so I gotta make sure I look good ;) haha!!!
Thank you sooo much for being patient! I'm trying my best to juggle everything - I've been here a week and all I've done is spend time with my family, try to get adjusted to the time difference, unpack and I've seen 1 friend, so I've barely had time to sit down on the laptop!!

I'll post soon, I promise!!!!
xoxoxoxo
gcg

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Prom update and trip tomorrow!!! :O lol

So as you know last night was my prom, and nana, it was a blast!!! My feet were killing my by the time I actually got to the venue with my friends (we had a "pre - prom" get together at a friend's house for pictures and stuff, so imagine 40 parents/ older siblings with their cameras clicking away (my mum being with my sister being a part of that, of course! - she has an obsession with pictures, hence why every moment of my life is captured in a picture and why we have hundreds of photo albums!lol). The venue was really nice inside and when we got there there were already a good 100 people there, most lining up for the pictures a photographer was taking, and the rest dancing. It was funny seeing some of my teachers there - my dress was quite revealing at the top (something I wasn't aware of until I put it on right before leaving the house, with my new bra on! lol) so all the guys were pretty much staring at my boobs and the girls kept saying, and I quote "your boobs look amazing" and "wow, that's sexy" LMAO but w/e :P lol I eventually got over it! Needless to say my mum wasn't thrilled, but at least she didn't complain! lol So anyways, prom was 8-12 (I danced with a ton of ppl, and even 2 guys that I thought were really cute and 1 guy which I've had a crush on and off - he actually told me I'm sexy 3 times!!! yes, I know I'm a loser, I counted! lol :D) and after that we went on our ride again to an after party, which wasn't too bad. I'm not much of a drinker so I didn't drink much, but a guy offered me this drink he was drinking, and I'm not sure why but I actually had a few sips (it had rum, vodka, sprite, coke, and raspberry cooler in it - which although I hate sprite and rum and coke, I was surprised to find that it tasted quite good) and I drank a bit of some coolers; and I paid for it this morning, trust me! lol But no worries, a little bit of oj, aspirin and a ton of water later, I feel as good as new! haha Plus, at least I didn't smoke weed or anything, so I was a good girl :) lol
So overall, it was a good night! I got home quite late, and stripped down, put on a slip, washed my make up off and crashed till this afternoon! :)
And to show you how dedicated I am, I checked fb to see what pics are up (I looked decent in all of them - yay! lol) and then I immediately went here :) and wrote the story of my life... :P lol sorry about that :P
BUT back to the POSTS, I will be posting round 2 today, seeing as that I won't be able to tomorrow, since I'm leaving the continent and all! lol BUT, I will have internet access where I am going (I'm actually going away until september! lol) so I will definitely be posting stuff :)
Thanks for putting up with me!! lol
<3 <3 <3 gcg
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM :D :D

Monday, June 28, 2010

Thank You!!! :D

THANK YOU for the Birthday Wishes!!! :D I'm officially legal! lol :P
and YAY I'm glad you all liked the post :D :D It actually was hard writing it, because I kept having family members come in my room to yell at me cause I wasn't getting my stuff ready for my suitcase! lol But, I knew you guys were waiting and I didn't want to leave you hanging, so I ignored everyone and wrote ;)
Mum, lol at your comment - it was actually done unconsciously, but I guess it's good to know that safe can still be hot :) lol And Happy early Birthday to you for the 30th :D BTW I can't believe you actually took my post to work with you :) lmao I sure hope none of your coworkers saw it :P lol Although it would be funny :)
Stephanie, thanks for the warning!!! :) and Jayjay0jt thanks for the supportive comments!! and the birthday wishes!! lol :P and I agree with you and nova, where the hell is a Ben when you need one!?
I'll admit I was talking to a guy friend of mine over msn the other day, writing to him some of the stuff I was writing, and things got a little weird... lol we're just friends (really close actually) so it was pretty awkward cause everything just kinda changed, so we decided to call it a night after a while before things got... weirder! lol
But anyhoo, I gotta get back to packing! I'm already working on "round 2" - I wasn't actually gonna write it, but I figured I'd write you some more :) - so that should be done by tomorrow sometime. Although, it might be Wednesday, cause I just remembered that I have prom tomorrow... and speaking of which, I need to figure out how I'm gonna do my hair for that :S lol
Anyhoo, enough talking (or writing, I guess!)
Thanks for the comments!!!Feel free to write more!
gcg :D

Chapter Eleven - The Revelation - Complete Part 3!!!!

Ok, here it is!!! lol
I just added the stuff I posted last day so that it flows nicely!!
Btw sorry for taking so long with this one but I wanted to make sure the writing was good and today is actually my birthday, so I've been busy trying to see some friends before I go off on vacation!!!

Enjoy everyone!!! :)
xoxo

Shit. It was Ben.

I quickly tiptoed away from the door to the kitchen hoping that he would leave. The next second I heard him pounding on my door, and realized that he wasn’t just gonna disappear, so I went to the door and opened it. There stood Ben, all six feet of him, wearing a T-shirt (Calvin Klein) and boxers (also CK), looking irritated.
“What the hell Jess?” he asked and stormed into the entry, bringing in his masculine scent with him.
I shut the door behind him and folded my hands under my breasts.
“What do you mean, ‘What the hell Jess’?”
“Oh, you know very well what I mean,” he answered.
The light from my entranceway chandelier bounced prisms about the hall and across Ben’s black T-shirt. Within the small confines he seemed larger than life. A big, muscular man dressed in black. He placed his hands on his hips and his eyes travelled the length of my body slowly as if noticing was I was wearing for the first time, his eyes widening a little.
I gave him a sexy smile and then he went back to Arnold Schwarzenegger mode again.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not.”
“Why did you run away like that from the elevator, and why weren’t you answering your door before?”
“I had to pee, and when you first rand the doorbell, I didn’t hear it.”
“Uh huh.”
Clearly he wasn’t buying it, so I decided to be honest.
“I think that we should not see each other for a few days.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I need to wrap my head around this. Plus I can’t have you over here whenever you’re horny, and want to get laid.”
His gaze narrowed. “What do you mean you want to ‘wrap your heard around this’? Isn’t it simple? Cause I think it is. And wait, you think that’s why I’m here? Cause I want to get in your pants?”
I didn’t really know, but suddenly, I found myself feeling what I accused him of feeling.
“I mean to get used to the idea. And isn’t that the reason you’re here? Cause you want to get laid, I mean.”
“No.” He leaned toward me and said, “Maybe I just wanted to talk about tonight’s events. Maybe I think that you are intelligent and a sparkling conversationalist and wanted to talk about work. Maybe I just like looking at you.” He leaned in closer so that there were only six inches separating us. “And maybe I just want to spend more time with you and get to know you better and prove to you that I’m not this asshole you think I am.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
“Maybe the reason I’m here had nothing to do with sex.”
“Really?”
“Maybe.” He placed his long fingers under my chin and raised my face to his. “Maybe I just want to kiss your full lips like before in my office. Maybe that’s all I want.” He turned his heard slightly to the side and said against my lips, “Maybe I just miss the taste of you in my mouth and the feeling of your body pressed against mine.”
My breath caught in my chest next to my pounding heart, and I couldn’t remember why in the world I hated him so much. Well actually, I could, but at the moment, what might happen in the future didn’t matter. I was standing in my apartment clad in VS lingerie, and I had a sexy as hell, funny, charming guy standing in front of me whose touch made me want to do things I had never even dreamed of.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, even though, technically, he was already inside.
“Maybe.” He opened his mouth over mine and soul kissed me, deep down where nothing matter but him.
He pulled back and looked at me with those gorgeous gray eyes, which had now turned a shade darker.
“Do you want me to come in?”
Surely he was kidding. I mean after kissing me like that did he honestly think I’d say no? I mean I was never really known for my self control. Plus, I’d spent so much time fantasising about Calvin, that I hadn’t had a boyfriend for months. And that last kiss... well, let’s just say that it got me thinking that I’d rather do something more... physical, than talk. Oh, God, I thought. This was bad. Real bad.
“Yes,” I answered weakly.
I turned and walked towards the kitchen, before I changed my mind.
“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked looking over my shoulder, playing the good hostess. I noticed that he was been checking me out. Oh, God, I had forgotten I was wearing sexy lingerie.
“Yea, sure. Got any beer?” he asked and slowly raised his eyes to meet mine. He smiled that sexy, half smile that always annoyed me, which caused my heart rate to double. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Uh, yea, help yourself to one from the fridge,” I answered, swaying my hips as I walked. Before I turned to the kitchen, I stole a peek at his crotch, and saw that he was obviously satisfied with what he saw.
Trying to hide my excitement, I turned to the vase of red roses I always kept on my kitchen table, and since they were looking a little droopy, I decided to snip the ends off.
As I did that, I heard Ben open the fridge door followed by the hiss as he ripped off the ring pull, but no sounds of anything going down his throat.
“So...” Snip, snip. “your sister seems really cool,” I said lamely trying to lighten the mood. I could feel his eyes on me, non-stop and it was driving me crazy. “I saw her just the other day, actually.” Snip, snip.
“Yea, she is,” came his reply. I heard a faint tap as he set his beer down on the granite counter. “But do you really want to talk about my sister right now, cause there are better things I’d rather be saying... or doing actually.”
That was quite enough to send another zillion volts into an already charge atmosphere.
Just as I wanted him to, he came to stand right behind me. Then, he blew very lightly on the back of my hastily upswept wavy hair. “You look sexy as hell, did you know that?” he asked, his voice raspier than ever.
Already, I was going weak at the knees. “Oh well, thanks,” I said.
As I continued to trim the roses, he put his large, strong hands on my waist and bushed his lips against the back of my neck.
God, that felt good. So good, I wanted to keep the heart-throbbing anticipation going on as long as possible. “Just something I threw on.”
He was so close behind me, I could feel the vibration of his suppressed laughter as he brushed his lips against the back of my neck.
“Do you always wear sexy lingerie to bed?” he asked while dropping light kisses on my right shoulder.
I honestly don’t know how I was able to keep from turning around and taking him, right there, in the kitchen, but I carried on with the roses. “Yea, sometimes.”
Again, I felt that warm vibration.
“Oh, really? Well in that case, I’m an idiot for coming over from the night I moved in,” he said and pressed his erection into my butt causing my breath to catch in my throat.
“Well if you can wait until I’m done with these,” I said unsteadily, “I might be able to show you what you’ve been missing...”
“Jesus, are you almost done with those?”
As his lips found my left earlobe, his hands slid slowly up the sides of my ribs, over the sides of Victoria Secret clad 34Ds, squeezed them lightly, and slid down to my waist again.
“Uh oh,” I said unevenly, snipping the second last rose. “Are you going to be able to wait until I’m finished with these?”
“I wouldn’t count on it. There’s a chance I’m going to turn into one of those dreadful guests who help themselves.”
I threw my head back and laughed at that.
“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked.
“No,” I said giggling.
“Hmm, that didn’t sound sincere. I think I’ll have to punish you for that. Hmm... let’s see... do you like being tied up?
I’d never been tied up before, and the thought of Ben tying me up made my skin tingle with anticipation.
“Yes.”
“That’s good. Handcuffed to the bedpost?”
Oh, God. I’d never been handcuffed either. I had a feeling that I wasn’t gonna get much sleep that night. I nodded.
“Can I handcuff you?” I asked.
“Any time,” he said and turned me around to face him. “My grandfather used to be a cop for a while and he gave me a pair. You know, so that I can handcuff people in order to protect myself,” he added through a wicked grin, and pulled me into his chest.
“Are you insinuating that I’m dangerous?” I asked amused looking up into his gorgeous eyes, also placing my hands on his waist.
“Honey, I knew you were dangerous from that moment in The Food Emporium,” he answered. “I also knew that I had to have you. And speaking of which, just a quick question, how would you feel if I were to tie you to your bed and lick you like ice cream? Would that be ok?”
Jesus.
“Yes.”
He raised a hand to my check and ran the tip of his tongue against the side of my neck as if to illustrate what he wanted to do to me.
“And what if I slid my hands up the backs of your thighs to your beautiful behind and raised you to my mouth? Is that too dirty?” he asked.
Oh, fuck.
“No,” I said closing my eyes, imagining it. “That would be ok.”
“Good,” he said mischievously.
He gently pressed his mouth to mine and settled for a slow, toe curling kiss that made my insides turn liquid. Wanting more, I slid my left hand from his waist to the back of his head, forcing deeper contact and slid my right hand down to cup his incredibly large, hard cock.
Then suddenly, as if I’d lit a fire within him, the kiss turned greedy and he devoured me, sucking the breath from my lungs. In an instant I had lost all control. There was nothing else that mattered but him. A loud moan escaped me.
He pulled his head back. His breath was ragged.
“Fuck, Jess, you don’t even know what you do to me,” he said and grabbed my ass with his hands.
Another moan escaped me. He let go of me and impatiently pulled at the knot at my waist. It slipped free beneath his fingers and he removed my robe in two moves, almost ripping it in the process.
As he removed the robe, one of my thin bra straps slid down my shoulder, revealing the top part of my left breast. He took a step back and looked at me, his eyes travelling the length of my scarcely clothed body.
“Oh, God,” was all he said.
When his eyes met mine, I noticed that they had turned a steel gray. I knew that mine had turned a deep chocolate brown and that he could see my desire for him – the same desire he had for me. He moved closer and this time softly kissed my left breast. Next he trailed soft kisses up to my throat again, and I felt my head roll back and my eye lids grow heavy.
“More,” I demanded.
He slammed his mouth against mine with all the held-back intensity he possessed and at the same time, he pushed down the straps of my bra and brought his hands behind my back to unhook my bra. Then he moved his hands to cup my breasts and squeezed them gently. And then everything got so hot and dizzy that all I could concentrate on was the feeling of his thumbs and forefingers rolling my hard nipples with a skill, I could only define as sublime.
Wanting to feel his skin, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. My hands were on him before his shirt hit the floor, pulling at the soft, sort hair on his chest. Ben groaned deep in his chest as I continued my own exploration of his upper body. He pulled back and his steel gray, lust-filled eyes searched mine, and as I watched him, he slid his hands down to my waist, and lowered his head to bury it between my breasts. I moved my hand to the back of his neck and pushed his head against me as he started kissing the soft area between my breasts. Then, he moved his head and with his slick tongue, he licked my left breast, and then, he moved to the other one and popped my nipple in his mouth, expertly rolling it beneath his tongue.
I arched my back while digging my fingers into his smooth, broad shoulders and moaned heavily this time.
“Oh, Ben,” I signed.
“What is it honey?” he asked mischievously. “Do you want me to stop?”
I closed my eyes as a shudder ran up my spine. Ben licked me like the ice cream he’d talked about earlier; then he sucked the taut flesh of my right breast into his hot, moist mouth. While he drew my breast in his mouth, his hand moved down my stomach and between my widely spread thighs. He cupped me there, pushed his big palm into my crotch, and softly squeezed. He moved to my other breast and popped my nipple into his mouth. His hand slid to the inside of my right thigh, and he slipped his fingers beneath the edge of my panties.
“You’re wet,” he whispered as he touched me between my legs, feeling me where I was slick, his touch making me greedy for more. “I want you, Jess.”
He looked up at me from my breasts, his eyes filled with lust, his eyelids heavy, and when he saw my own desire, he placed his hands on my waist and manoeuvred me against the kitchen wall, where he pinned my hands above my head with one of his.
Against the wall he slammed his mouth against mine and ripped my panties off with his free hand, throwing them on the ground. Then he travelled all over my body like a road map with his mouth. Every hill, every valley, every little bump in the road. He eagerly parted my legs and moved his fingers against me, then in me, rubbing that very sensitive spot between my legs with his middle finger while thrusting his tongue in my wetness. His touch and tongue made me scream out as I felt myself cum.
“That’s right baby, scream for me,” he said still licking me, and I screamed again.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his forearms and pulled him up. I crushed my naked breasts, wet from his mouth, against his strong bare chest. His mouth sought mine, and his hands pulled my body hard against him. I ground my hips like mad against his stone hard cock which was in danger of ripping through his boxers. I didn’t care if I seemed desperate. I wanted him right that moment.
I wrapped my right leg around his back and ground harder, rubbing myself against his huge erection.
“Oh, my,” I mumbled through his kiss as I heard a deep, wrenching moan escape him. “Oh, Ben, Ben.”
Not able to control myself, I reached down and tugged at the waistband of his boxers. His flesh jutted forward into my palm, and I closed my fist around the hot circumference of his erection.
A groan tore through Ben’s chest, and I pulled back to look into his face. His eyes were slits of steel gray and his breath was uneven. I lowered my gaze to my hand, and saw that my hand was nowhere near big enough to cover even half of his cock, so I started slipping my palm up and down the smooth shaft, sliding my thumb over the velvet head. I spread a bead of clear moisture over the plump cleft, learning the weight and texture of him.
“Oh, my, look at that? Do they even make condoms your size, big boy?”
“Oh, fuck,” he said, his voice rough as if I was torturing him.
I knelt down and sat on my knees, raising my hips so that my mouth was level with his crotch. I looked up at his and slowly licked my lips seductively. I saw his mouth open in shock, and then slid my middle finger in my mouth and started sucking on it, sliding it in and out slowly.
“JESS,” he said pleading.
I took my finger out and leaned forward a bit, letting the tip of my tongue touch his big cock. He growled and moaned and leaned his arms against the wall to steady himself. I ran my hands up the hard muscles of his thighs while teasing him with my tongue.
“JESS.” A dark sound escaped him and formed into my name. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started sliding it up and down fast, while placing my mouth below and sucking on his balls. I saw his knees bend and realized how close to going over the edge he was.
I let go of him and moved my mouth up to replace my hand. I opened my mouth wide and he plunged his cock into it, causing me to move back a bit at the sudden force. I started sucking him and after a few seconds, Ben placed both hands around my head and kept it steady while he thrust his rock hard cock into my mouth.
“You like that baby?” he asked out of breath.
I moaned in response.
“Oh, fuck, I think I’m gonna cum” he said. He let go of my head and pulled his hips back a bit. I was close to having an orgasm as well, and decided we’d both had enough.
“One, sec,” I said.
I ran to my bedroom and grabbed a few condoms, and then ran back to the kitchen where Ben was leaning against the wall with his back breathing hard.
I knelt down again, carefully ripped the condom and slowly rolled the thin latex down Ben’s long, rock hard, throbbing erection.
He pulled me up and placed both hands on my waist, and before I knew what was happening I was sitting on the smooth kitchen table which seemed to be the perfect height for Ben’s plan to push me over the edge again. He placed his mouth on my nipple again, and the heat was more than I could handle. He thrust two fingers into my wetness and I gasped.
“You’re soaking wet, and I’m extremely hard,” he said. “I think it’s time.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, feeling myself start to drip.
“Come here,” he said and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his muscular waist. He slid me off the table and onto the warm head of his cock. He glided himself to my opening and shoved up as he pushed down on my thighs. He didn’t get far before a painful cry escaped me.
“Shhh, it’s okay, honey,” he whispered, and moved me back a bit so that I was sitting on the table. “I’ll make it good for you.”
He laid me on the glass table and my right hand landed on the beautiful roses. He leaned over me and kissed my neck and breasts while he put my feet on the table and pushed my thighs wide. He rocked his hips, slowly thrusting into me, easing his way further and further, until his vast cock was buried inside me. His groan was a deep rumble.
“Jesus Christ,” he swore and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Are you ok?”
At that moment, I honestly didn’t know. I hadn’t had sex in a while and his huge manhood has caused some pain, but I was more than ready to carry on. I nodded.
He pulled back and thrust deep, turning my gasp into a moan this time. The heat gathered between my legs and spread across my body like a fire. He filled me completely, touching me so deeply that I felt utterly consumed by him.
I clawed his back to encourage him to keep going and after looking at me with his now almost black eyes, he bent down and kissed me. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth long and deep, as he moved over me, slipping in and out with a slow, even rhythm that built up and up until neither of us could breathe at all. He pulled back just long enough to look into my equally dark eyes, and his breath became ragged with the punctuating thrust of his hips.
“Oh, Ben,” I sighed his name while wrapping my legs around his waist, and he placed his hands on the table on either side of my face. He bent down and kissed my breasts, while still thrusting into me, and when I squeezed my kegel muscles, he bit my nipple and I noticed his hands turning to fists, as though to keep from cumming.
The pleasure from his mouth on my nipple and his cock inside me was making my toes curl. It kept building tighter and hotter, until it pulled me completely under. Wave after wave seared through me from my head to my toes.
“BEN, BEN, BEN, BEN,” I called out, clawing his back.
I grasped his bare shoulders and clung to him as the walls of my body pulsed around him. It went on and on like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. He moved faster, harder, pumping into me again and again until the air whooshed from his lungs as if he’d been smashed in the chest and is muscles beneath my hands turned to stone.
In the aftermath, the only sound was that of heavy, spent breathing. Still wrapped, we stayed there a few minutes, letting our heart rates get back to normal. He was lying on top of me, our damp, sex-heated skin glued together. A warm, fluttery afterglow settled on my flesh and I tuned my head and kissed his shoulder.
“My God,” he moaned. “That was amazing.”
I smiled. I thought so too.
How ironic, the man I had hated so much had just given me the most amazing sex of my life. And the most amazing orgasms.
“Yea, it was,” I said. “There’s no way that that could have been any sexier or hotter.”
“Hmm, you think? Cause I think we should go another round, and see what happens,” Ben said mischievously.
“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. In fact, the more times we do it, the better. And we should try out different spots. Like my bed for one.”
“You read my mind. Ready for round two then?”
“Yes, sir.”

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Chapter Eleven - The Revelation - Part 3

Ok, so I just finished reading what I wrote last night, and I am a little hesitant because I think it might be a bit extreme... lol :P By that, I mean that I was reading some novels that I have that have "sex" scenes (romance novels) and even though they are pretty good, I feel like my scene (which is 15 pages btw! lol) might be a bit much... So, here's a little preview (8/15 pages - the more pg stuff lol) so that you guys can tell me what you think :)

I had stripped down to my black lace Very Sexy Victoria’s Secret V Deep plunge push-up bra and matching Very Sexy thong, when the doorbell rang. I quickly threw on my VS black satin robe and went to the door and looked through the peephole.
Shit. It was Ben.

I quickly tiptoed away from the door to the kitchen hoping that he would leave. The next second I heard him pounding on my door, and realized that he wasn’t just gonna disappear, so I went to the door and opened it. There stood Ben, all six feet of him, wearing a T-shirt (Calvin Klein) and boxers (also CK), looking irritated.
“What the hell Jess?” he asked and stormed into the entry, bringing in his masculine scent with him.
I shut the door behind him and folded my hands under my breasts.
“What do you mean, ‘What the hell Jess’?”
“Oh, you know very well what I mean,” he answered.
The light from my entrance way chandelier bounced prisms about the hall and across Ben’s black T-shirt. Within the small confines he seemed larger than life. A big, muscular man dressed in black. He placed his hands on his hips and his eyes traveled the length of my body slowly as if noticing was I was wearing for the first time, his eyes widening a little.
I gave him a sexy smile and then he went back to Arnold Schwarzenegger mode again.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not.”
“Why did you run away like that from the elevator, and why weren’t you answering your door before?”
“I had to pee, and when you first rand the doorbell, I didn’t hear it.”
“Uh huh.”
Clearly he wasn’t buying it, so I decided to be honest.
“I think that we should not see each other for a few days.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I need to wrap my head around this. Plus I can’t have you over here whenever you’re horny, and want to get laid.”
His gaze narrowed. “What do you mean you want to ‘wrap your heard around this’? Isn’t it simple? Cause I think it is. And wait, you think that’s why I’m here? Cause I want to get in your pants?”
I didn’t really know, but suddenly, I found myself feeling what I accused him of feeling.
“I mean to get used to the idea. And isn’t that the reason you’re here? Cause you want to get laid, I mean.”
“No.” He leaned toward me and said, “Maybe I just wanted to talk about tonight’s events. Maybe I think that you are intelligent and a sparkling conversationalist and wanted to talk about work. Maybe I just like looking at you.” He leaned in closer so that there were only six inches separating us. “And maybe I just want to spend more time with you and get to know you better and prove to you that I’m not this asshole you think I am.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
“Maybe the reason I’m here had nothing to do with sex.”
“Really?”
“Maybe.” He placed his long fingers under my chin and raised my face to his. “Maybe I just want to kiss your full lips like before in my office. Maybe that’s all I want.” He turned his heard slightly to the side and said against my lips, “Maybe I just miss the taste of you in my mouth and the feeling of your body pressed against mine.”
My breath caught in my chest next to my pounding heart, and I couldn’t remember why in the world I hated him so much. Well actually, I could, but at the moment, what might happen in the future didn’t matter. I was standing in my apartment clad in VS lingerie, and I had a sexy as hell, funny, charming guy standing in front of me whose touch made me want to do things I had never even dreamed of.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, even though, technically, he was already inside.
“Maybe.” He opened his mouth over mine and soul kissed me, deep down where nothing matter but him.
He pulled back and looked at me with those gorgeous gray eyes, which had now turned a shade darker.
“Do you want me to come in?”
Surely he was kidding. I mean after kissing me like that did he honestly think I’d say no? I mean I was never really known for my self control. Plus, I’d spent so much time fantasising about Calvin, that I hadn’t had a boyfriend for months. And that last kiss... well, let’s just say that it got me thinking that I’d rather do something more... physical, than talk. Oh, God, I thought. This was bad. Real bad.
“Yes,” I answered weakly.
I turned and walked towards the kitchen, before I changed my mind.
“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked looking over my shoulder, playing the good hostess. I noticed that he was been checking me out. Oh, God, I had forgotten I was wearing sexy lingerie.
“Yea, sure. Got any beer?” he asked and slowly raised his eyes to meet mine. He smiled that sexy, half smile that always annoyed me, which caused my heart rate to double. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Uh, yea, help yourself to one from the fridge,” I answered, swaying my hips as I walked. Before I turned to the kitchen, I stole a peek at his crotch, and saw that he was obviously satisfied with what he saw.
Trying to hide my excitement, I turned to the vase of red roses I always kept on my kitchen table, and since they were looking a little droopy, I decided to snip the ends off.
As I did that, I heard Ben open the fridge door followed by the hiss as he ripped off the ring pull, but no sounds of anything going down his throat.
“So...” Snip, snip. “your sister seems really cool,” I said lamely trying to lighten the mood. I could feel his eyes on me, non-stop and it was driving me crazy. “I saw her just the other day, actually.” Snip, snip.
“Yea, she is,” came his reply. I heard a faint tap as he set his beer down on the granite counter. “But do you really want to talk about my sister right now, cause there are better things I’d rather be saying... or doing actually.”
That was quite enough to send another zillion volts into an already charge atmosphere.
Just as I wanted him to, he came to stand right behind me. Then, he blew very lightly on the back of my hastily upswept wavy hair. “You look sexy as hell, did you know that?” he asked, his voice raspier than ever.
Already, I was going weak at the knees. “Oh well, thanks,” I said.
As I continued to trim the roses, he put his large, strong hands on my waist and bushed his lips against the back of my neck.
God, that felt good. So good, I wanted to keep the heart-throbbing anticipation going on as long as possible. “Just something I threw on.”
He was so close behind me, I could feel the vibration of his suppressed laughter as he brushed his lips against the back of my neck.
“Do you always wear sexy lingerie to bed?” he asked while dropping light kisses on my right shoulder.
I honestly don’t know how I was able to keep from turning around and taking him, right there, in the kitchen, but I carried on with the roses. “Yea, sometimes.”
Again, I felt that warm vibration.
“Oh, really? Well in that case, I’m an idiot for coming over from the night I moved in,” he said and pressed his erection into my butt causing my breath to catch in my throat.
“Well if you can wait until I’m done with these,” I said unsteadily, “I might be able to show you what you’ve been missing...”
“Jesus, are you almost done with those?”
As his lips found my left earlobe, his hands slid slowly up the sides of my ribs, over the sides of Victoria Secret clad 34Ds, squeezed them lightly, and slid down to my waist again.
“Uh oh,” I said unevenly, snipping the second last rose. “Are you going to be able to wait until I’m finished with these?”
“I wouldn’t count on it. There’s a chance I’m going to turn into one of those dreadful guests who help themselves.”
I threw my head back and laughed at that.
“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked.
“No,” I said giggling.
“Hmm, that didn’t sound sincere. I think I’ll have to punish you for that. Hmm... let’s see... do you like being tied up?
I’d never been tied up before, and the thought of Ben tying me up made my skin tingle with anticipation.
“Yes.”
“That’s good. Handcuffed to the bedpost?”
Oh, God. I’d never been handcuffed either. I had a feeling that I wasn’t gonna get much sleep that night. I nodded.
“Can I handcuff you?” I asked.
“Any time,” he said and turned me around to face him. “My grandfather used to be a cop for a while and he gave me a pair. You know, so that I can handcuff people in order to protect myself,” he added through a wicked grin, and pulled me into his chest.
“Are you insinuating that I’m dangerous?” I asked amused looking up into his gorgeous eyes, also placing my hands on his waist.
“Honey, I knew you were dangerous from that moment in The Food Emporium,” he answered. “I also knew that I had to have you. And speaking of which, just a quick question, how would you feel if I were to tie you to your bed and lick you like ice cream? Would that be ok?”
Jesus.
“Yes.”
He raised a hand to my check and ran the tip of his tongue against the side of my neck as if to illustrate what he wanted to do to me.
“And what if I slid my hands up the backs of your thighs to your beautiful behind and raised you to my mouth? Is that too dirty?” he asked.
Oh, fuck.
“No,” I said closing my eyes, imagining it. “That would be ok.”
“Good,” he said mischievously.
He gently pressed his mouth to mine and settled for a slow, toe curling kiss that made my insides turn liquid. Wanting more, I slid my left hand from his waist to the back of his head, forcing deeper contact and slid my right hand down to cup his incredibly large, hard cock.
Then suddenly, as if I’d lit a fire within him, the kiss turned greedy and he devoured me, sucking the breath from my lungs. In an instant I had lost all control. There was nothing else that mattered but him. A loud moan escaped me.
He pulled his head back. His breath was ragged.
“Fuck, Jess, you don’t even know what you do to me,” he said and grabbed my ass with his hands.
Another moan escaped me. He let go of me and impatiently pulled at the knot at my waist. It slipped free beneath his fingers and he removed my robe in two moves, almost ripping it in the process.
As he removed the robe, one of my thin bra straps slid down my shoulder, revealing the top part of my left breast. He took a step back and looked at me, his eyes travelling the length of my scarcely clothed body.
“Oh, God,” was all he said.
When his eyes met mine, I noticed that they had turned a steel gray. I knew that mine had turned a deep chocolate brown and that he could see my desire for him – the same desire he had for me. He moved closer and this time softly kissed my left breast. Next he trailed soft kisses up to my throat again, and I felt my head roll back and my eye lids grow heavy.
“More,” I demanded.
He slammed his mouth against mine with all the held-back intensity he possessed and at the same time, he pushed down the straps of my bra and brought his hands behind my back to unhook my bra. Then he moved his hands to cup my breasts and squeezed them gently. And then everything got so hot and dizzy that all I could concentrate on was the feeling of his thumbs and forefingers rolling my hard nipples with a skill, I could only define as sublime.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Another Quick Note

Hi everyone,

Just finished the last part, but I want to go over it a bit first, and seeing as that it's already 2 am, and I have to get up at 6 tomorrow, I'm gonna head to bed and edit it tomorrow, so it will be up by tomorrow afternoon!!!

I'm pretty excited actually! lol

So yea, no worries it will be up by tomorrow! :)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Chapter Eleven - The Revelation - Quick Note!

Hey Everyone,

Just wanted to ask you quickly how I should go about writing the next scene... are you expecting pg13 stuff like the kissing part or 14a/18a? lol

Let me know cause so far I'm leaning towards 18a! lol But let me know :)

xoxo gcg

Chapter Eleven - The Revelation - Part 2

Just a quick paragraph from the last post before I continue:
“Oh, God!” Ben interrupted me. “Jess, don’t you get it?”
I guess I was wrong. Ben was almost angry.
He came and stood right in front of me.
“Don’t you understand that I did all that at the party for you? Don’t you understand that...”
Ben stopped talking, but my heart continued to beat fast. We were standing there looking at each other. We didn’t know what to say. Or, actually, we didn’t need to say much.


Breathing hard, Ben leaned forward and the next second, his mouth landed on mine, sweet and firm. He was kissing me. Ben Peterson was kissing me in his office, in the dark.
Stop it! I thought. Stop it right now. Don’t kiss me, I hate you...
It was no use. He ignored my silent pleas. His mouth was opening mine, his five o’clock shadow rough against my face. His arms crept around me and he pulled me towards him as his tongue began exploring the inside of my mouth, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I found myself reaching under his jacket, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt, wanting to rip it off. Oh God, I wanted this. I wanted more. I held him tight and felt his hardness against my pelvis, breathed in his hair, his skin, clutching his back as if to save myself from falling.
Suddenly he pulled away, and I felt as if I’d been wrenched out of a dream.
“I’ve wanted to do that since that day at The Food Emporium, you know that?” he said, and his voice was like music to my ears.
My mouth was prickly wet. I could still feel his skin on mine. My entire body was throbbing. I reached for him this time, wanting to continue what he started.
All of a sudden the door opened, and in barged Sarah, Derek and James.
“Is this were you’ve been all this time?” they asked. “We were looking everywhere for you. What are you doing here?”
“Nothing,” we said in unison.
“Then why’d you guys ditch us?”
“Cause the security guard came back when you guys left,” I said. “Didn’t you guys see him?”
“No,” Sarah said looking at me suspiciously.
I think she realized that something happened between Ben and me. Maybe she thought that the whole security guard thing was just an excuse. Thankfully, she didn’t ask any questions.


By nine thirty exactly, Ben and I arrived at our building hand in hand. The whole time in the elevator, we kept stealing glances at each other and grinning from ear to ear like idiots.
We got off at our floor, and using all my willpower, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and ran to my apartment. I desperately wanted to pick up from where we left off at his office, but I needed some time to digest everything that had just happened, alone.
I remembered the horoscope Sarah had read to me. It said something about being patient and that nothing is what it seems. And that I’d find myself hopelessly in love with someone who loved me back at some big event.


I had stripped down to my black lace Very Sexy Victoria’s Secret V Deep plunge push-up bra and matching Very Sexy thong, when the doorbell rang. I quickly threw on my VS black satin slip and went to the door and looked through the peephole.
Shit. It was Ben.


AGAIN, TO BE CONTINUED... :)

Yes, I know I should be writing the last bit but...

I thought I'd give the blog a little make-over! lol You see, when I first created this blog, I just didn't have the time to make it all pretty and consequently, I chose the first somewhat decent template that I saw, and since I actually have some followers (yay! lol) I figured I'd change it up a bit!!!

Hope you like it!!!

If any of you are having any trouble reading this, just let me know; I know that red can be a bit much at times, so just let me know and I'll tone it down if necessary :)

I will be posting very soon - I'm thinking tonight, so in a few hours :)

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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Chapter Eleven - The Revelation

Chapter 11
The Revelation

The back of Anderson Advertising was dark and quiet. Sorta like a cemetery. And the building was creepy as hell. Despite some lights, it looked completely different than it did during the day.
The fact that before I thought this was a stupid idea was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. How were we gonna get in? The security guards from the front entrance were definitely gonna see us and ask us what we were doing here at this time of night. And also, why was it so dark? New York is supposed to be the city of lights, but there weren’t that many lights back here. I didn’t like the fact that it was night time. At all.
I heard a sound coming from the garbage bins and almost screamed. What was that sound?


Every single thriller I’ve ever seen passed before my eyes. Technically, I’d only watch parts of the movies; I never dared to sit through a whole movie. I suddenly remembered a scene in a movie which I’d seen years ago (but still haunted me) where the people appear out of nowhere wearing masks and start killing the protagonists of the film. And I started thinking that some drunk or pervert could be hiding behind the garbage bins, waiting to attack me. I turned my head to the right in the direction of some other bins, and started imagining someone appearing from the darkness holding a knife and wearing a mask...
Ok, I had to stop. All of that was fake: stuff directors and screenwriters came up with. We agreed to meet here with Sarah, Derek and James. I’m sure they’d already arrived. And I should be thankful instead of making up my own scenarios with people wearing masks and holding knives.


I came to my senses and continued walking in the darkness towards the back door.
There, I discovered what had made that noise, and was taken aback. Because it wasn’t Sarah or Derek or James. Not even a drunk or a pervert. But someone who I also didn’t want to see: Ben.
“What are you doing here?” I asked after I managed to catch my breath.
“Did I scare you?” he asked, ignoring my question. “You’re white as a sheet.”
“No, you didn’t scare me,” I said coldly. “I never get scared.”
“Good. For you, I mean.”
“I just wasn’t expecting to see you here that’s all.”
“Didn’t Sarah tell you I’d be here?”
“She might have mentioned it,” I said. “But I probably just forgot.”
Ha! That was good! He was so cocky! He probably thought that the entire female population of the world was obsessed with him. Neither I, nor S, were that’s for certain. Speaking of which, where was Sarah? I wanted to strangle her for not telling me that Ben was in on this.
“I had to keep the key,” Ben said. “So that you guys wouldn’t lose it.”
“You got the key?” I asked shocked.
“Yea. Did Sarah forget to mention that as well?”
Yes, she had. Because we had agreed that I wouldn’t have anything to do with the key. So I guess, I didn’t need to strangle her after all. But how in the world had he managed to get the key?
“I borrowed it from John,” he said and shrugged. “It was a piece of cake. I just told him that I needed to use his office during his meeting with the board of directors since mine doesn’t have a printer yet. And he gave it to me.”
Of course. John recognized himself in Ben and trusted him just because of how annoyingly perfect and cocky he was. If I’d asked John, he would’ve dismissed me and told me to get back to work.
“And, obviously, I forgot to return it after I was done,” Ben continued. “I’m sure I can explain all that tomorrow.”
I wondered what that feeling was like; to always be sure of yourself and care-free, like Ben appeared to be. Wasn’t there anything that could make him feel vulnerable and wipe that cocky grin of his face?
Probably not. Or maybe, Paris. If she asked him to break up or anything. But even then, he’d fall into the arms of the next blonde who’d be waiting for him. That’s what guys like him always did. God, I hated him so much!


Shortly after, Sarah, Derek and James showed up. They appeared to have met on the way and they seemed very excited. They greeted Ben and I enthusiastically.
“Are you guys ready?” Derek asked.
“Of course,” Ben replied. “It’s gonna be awesome/”
“Are your flashlights ready?” Sarah asked.
We all turned them on, and nodded. We were set to go.
“Ok, then,” Derek said.” Let the adventure begin!”


We used our key fobs to get through the back door, and shortly after, we were in the building right at the back elevators. Where, of course, it was pitch black, except for a few dim lights on the walls, which, needless to say, caused the area to look like something from a horror film. Consequently, scaring the crap out of me. But of course I wasn’t going to let it show how scared I was. Not with Ben here.
We rode up the elevator in silence, and got off at our floor.
“There’s his office,” I said, after we’d stepped off the elevator.
We walked towards John’s office quietly.
“Let’s just listen for a bit to see if anyone’s inside,” Derek suggested.
We waited outside the door for a few seconds and then, Ben produced the key out of his pocket and put it in the lock. After turning it once to the right, we opened the door.
No one was inside, as Derek suspected. But Sarah and James weren’t disappointed. We had already discussed beforehand that if no one was in John’s office, we would look for some clues – notes, gifts, clothes, those kinds of things.
I have to admit that while we were looking around John’s office, we actually had a lot of fun, cracking jokes one after the other. We were all very elated and in those kinds of situations, it’s hard to be serious. In the end, we found a sticky note which read: “Gift stored in cabinet”.
“Here,” Sarah said locating the cabinet. “Our answer is hiding in this drawer. The answer we’ve been trying to get all this time... Let’s open it!”
Of course, the cabinet was locked. We should have known. Now we’d have to go home without having found anything.
“Wait! Check any of the other drawers to see if you can find the key,” Derek suggested.
James and Sarah started opening drawers and looking for the key. And they found it. It was thrown in one of the drawers, completely unprotected. Two pass keys on the same link. I guess John didn’t really care about security.
“Unbelievable,” I whispered. “What if someone had broken in looking for company information?”


Amid more laughter, we finally got the cabinet open. And what we found was definitely not what we were expecting to find. John, for whatever reason, had five books on... parenting!
“Oh my God, look,” I said and pointed at one titled “Becoming the Parent You Want to Be”.
“Shit, what’s that all about?” Ben asked confused.
“Wait, look here,” Sarah said jubilantly and she held up a pink piece of paper. “Can’t wait till tomorrow night, xoxo A,” she read out loud. “Huh, see, ‘A’, as in Amanda. Told you they were sleeping together.”
“Not necessarily,” Derek said and grabbed a small box from the bottom of the cabinet. “This says, ‘To Amanda: Elephant Shoes’,” he read. “I’m pretty sure that’s not a compliment.”
Anyways, long story short: our findings from the cabinet didn’t help us figure out whether or not John and Amanda were together. Each time we would find something, it would confuse us even more. One thing would be evidence that our CEO was in fact an item with Amanda and another that he makes fun of her. There didn’t seem to be a pattern.


“Great,” James said when we locked up the cabinet disappointed and put the key back in its place like good little spies. “Now what do we do?”
“Let’s go home,” S said. “We’ll never know the truth. I think we should just give up.”
I sighed relieved. We had, I’ll admit, had a good time but all the adrenaline was starting to wear off and I was beginning to feel really tired. It’lll be nice to leave the office and go home.
At that moment, however, we heard a sound. We turned off our flashlights and lied down on the floor.
“What was that?” James asked.
“Shh,” Ben said. “It’s probably the security guard. Be quiet!”


For what seemed like eternity, all five of us lay on the ground not saying a word. Outside we could hear footsteps and doors opening and closing. It did sound like the security guard. How could we be sure though? Maybe it was some serial killer walking around with a gun. That stuff happened all the time – in movies, at least.
The footsteps got closer. Suddenly the doorknob turned and the door opened. I was able to make out the silhouette of a man with a uniform. He looked around the office, closed the door and left.
I took a deep breath. It was the security guard after all. And the most important thing: he hadn’t found us. Maybe we’d manage to sneak out of the building without getting caught, in the end.


We stood still in the dark. We all knew that it would take a while for the guard to check the whole floor. And that we couldn’t leave, unless we were certain that the guard had gone back downstairs.
And then I felt a hand on mine. A warm hand which took mine and squeezed it. I squeezed back. S was such a good friend! Evidently she had realized how scared I was. Most likely, she was scared as well. Her laugh interrupted the silence. We let go of each other’s hand. It seemed like she was about to start laughing her infamous hysterical laugh. And, then, no one would be able to stop her. Not even the security guard.
“S, be quiet,” James whispered.
“I can’t,” she said breathless trying to contain her laughter. “It’s so ridiculous.”
“I think the coast is clear,” Ben whispered. “He left. It’s really quiet out there.”
We got up carefully. We checked to make sure we hadn’t left any evidence of us being there and opened the door making as little noise as possible. Derek stuck his head out and checked to see if anyone was in the hallway.
“I don’t see anything,” he announced. “Should we go?”
Derek, James and Sarah left first. Ben and I stayed behind so we could lock up, since he had the key and had to lock the door behind us. A few seconds later, we followed the others towards the elevators.
And suddenly we saw the security guard. He hadn’t left after all! On the contrary, he was walking towards us looking down at his BlackBerry. If he happened to look up, he would definitely see us.
I froze in place. Ben, on the other hand, acted fast and pulled me aside to a corner. At least there the guard wouldn't see us. But there was no way we could go to the elevators.
“In here,” Ben said and opened his office’s door which was near John’s.
I let him pull me in without objecting. I was freaking out way too much to be able to make my own decisions.


In his office it was fairly bright. The street lights were casting a faint light in the office even though the blinds were partly closed. Ben walked over to the window and pulled the blinds up. He looked satisfied.
“From here we can see the front door, so we’ll be able to see if the guards go out for a smoke. And then we can sneak out the back.”
I didn’t say anything. I sat in one of the guest chairs in front of his desk and waited for the blood to rush back up to my head.
“Didn’t you tell me before that you never get scared?” Ben said ironically, and leaned on his desk directly in front of me.
“Sometimes we say stupid things we don’t mean,” I muttered.
Why did he always have to make such stupid comments? I was so sick of this whole little game. Couldn’t he realize that this wasn’t the time? He should have realized it.
“I’ll admit that I also say, and do, a lot of stupid things,” he said. “Really.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said, surely sounding really mean.
“Yea, in fact, one time I laughed really loud at a girl who dropped some wine bottles at a self check out. That was really stupid and immature. And I regret it.”
“You could have apologized,” I said. “It’s wouldn't hurt.”
“I tried once,” he said. “But she didn’t want to listen to me. For a while I thought that she would never forget me. She’s very stubborn.”
He stared right into my eyes. And then the next shock of the night occurred. Ben smiled and placed his right hand on my cheek.
I stared back at him with my mouth open and I couldn’t move or do anything. I was frozen in place, while he caressed my cheek with his thumb causing me to feel butterflies in my stomach.
“I was so glad it was dark back there in John’s office,” he said. “Or else, I wouldn't have dared to hold your hand.”
“You squeezed my hand?” I asked shocked.
“Yea, you’d you think did?” he asked equally confused.
“I thought it was Sarah.”
The memory of the hand in the dark made my heart start racing. Because I knew how nice and warm it was and with how much fervor I had replied...


But wait, what did all of this mean? Ben stood up and walked to the window. And turned his back to me, sighing loudly.
“Well,” he said and shrugged, “just forget it. Besides I see the guards downstairs smoking. The coast is clear. We can go now.”
I thought about what he has said about the whole hand thing with Sarah. I started suspecting something. Perhaps Ben had felt a little embarrassed. Something or someone had managed to make him feel vulnerable. Was it maybe... me?
But no. No way. He was with Paris. I’d seen how close they were dancing at the party. And in general, how they treated one another. I stood up.
“But you’re with Paris,” I said, before I could stop myself.
“Paris who?” Ben asked and looked as though he didn’t know what I was talking about. “Oh, her... no, we aren’t together. Why would you think that?”
“I saw you at the party,” I explained. “And I thought...”
“Oh, God!” Ben interrupted me. “Jess, don’t you get it?”
I guess I was wrong. Ben was almost angry.
He came and stood right in front of me.
“Don’t you understand that I did all that at the party for you? Don’t you understand that...”
Ben stopped talking, but my heart continued to beat fast. We were standing there looking at each other. We didn’t know what to say. Or, actually, we didn’t need to say much.


TO BE CONTINUED... JUST ADDING SOME GOOD STUFF ;) WILL BE UP SOON!!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Chapter Ten - The Career of a Criminal

Chapter 10
The Career of a Criminal


As it turned out, Sarah and James weren’t like the couples that spent every waking moment together, holding hands and making out. And I was thankful for that. Whenever I was with my best friend, I never felt left out or ignored. Life was back on track.
That fact had its drawbacks. That life was back on track I mean. And that’s because Calvin and Rebecca were one of those couple who loved to walk around hand in hand, kiss every five seconds, and basically engage in a lot of PDA – especially since the party. But I slowly got used to it. At least I had S.
Even the attempt to find out if John was sleeping with Amanda was still on. Because don’t think now that S and James were together they’d stop trying to find the answer. No way.
John had challenged them at the party. He told them that they had to be more discrete, if they wanted to continue. And they decided to follow his advice and continue.
A few days after the party during work, a piece of paper landed on my desk from Sarah:
Jess!
I have a plan.
Or at least the beginning of one.
I’ll tell you the dets are lunch. This time you HAVE to be in.
You just have to!
xoxo S
P.S. Make sure you don’t say anything. This is a secret!



I read the note, which got me thinking. As far as the whole “Sherlock Holmes” thing, I hadn’t changed my mind. I still thought it was childish and kind of a waste of time. But on the other hand, Sarah was always there for me. So now I had to help it. It’s just the way it goes.
Besides, it was getting a little boring being the odd one out. Plus the whole thing was more interesting now that John was part of the game.
I quickly turned Sarah’s note over and wrote on the back:

Dear S,
What am I gonna do with you? Lol I’m in!! :)


It was official; I was part of the club. I couldn’t wait to hear Sarah’s plan at lunch.

During lunch, Sarah told me her plan. And I realised that my decision to join, was probably one of the stupidest decisions I’d ever made. Because the plan itself was stupid. According to it, we had to steal the key to John’s office and sneak in the office, when no one was there. Meaning at night time.
“That’s ridiculous, S,” I said.
“On the contrary,” Sarah said. “Think about it. The evening cleaning crew is done by six thirty the latest, and there are only two security guards, both of whom are dozy, so we can easily get past them if we enter from the back door. Then once we get up here, we won’t have to worry about running into anyone cause they’ll be at home. Unless, they’re doing Amanda,” she winked.
“Ok, so why do we need the keys to John’s office? It’s an all glass office, so we can see inside to see if anyone is in there anyways,” James asked.
“Because, I doubt that they get it on in his office. But I’m sure we’ll find clues of some sort. Maybe notes that John leaves for Amanda for when she starts work, or notes from Amanda to John when she finishes work.”
“K,” I interrupted. “How are we gonna get the key to his office, Sherlock Holmes?”
“Leave that up to me,” Sarah replied confidently.
“It could work,” Derek said thoughtfully.
“Yea, if we get the key,” James added. “That’s the hardest part, cause we can definitely get past the security guards.”
“Are you guys insane?” I said. “You can’t be seriously considering of going through with this. Stealing the key to the CEO’s office key I mean. Have you ever heard of CLMs? Cause that is definitely one.”
“What’s CLM?” Derek asked.
“Career Limiting Move,” Sarah replied before I could.
“And we wouldn't be stealing it,” James said. “We’d just be borrowing it.”
“You actually want to do this?” I said. “Are you guys out of your minds?”
Of course no one agreed with me, not even Sarah. Evidently, they thought it was a great plan. And S an amazing criminal.
And now what? I had promised to help. I didn’t want to seem like a coward, which I technically was. So the only thing left for me to do was suck it up and keep quiet.
“Ok, I think Jess can stay out of the stealing of the key,” Sarah said, seeing my disappointment. “Let’s not forget that she is the newest member of the club.”
“Coward,” Derek said looking at me. “But fine. Ok, so Jess will have nothing to do with the key. But she’s coming tonight.”
“Tonight?” I asked panicking. “Are we doing this tonight?”
“Only if we manage to get the key,” S replied. “But we’ll deal with that.”
Inside I was praying that they didn’t get the key. Today or any other day. They had to forget about the plan. I was only twenty five for God’s Sake. I didn’t want to have a criminal record. Not at such a young age.



Just as I feared, a couple of hours later, they had the key to John’s office in their hands. I should have known. My prayers were like my horoscopes – I could never count on them to have the desired result.
I had no idea how they managed to get the key. And I didn’t want to know. The less I knew the better. That way, I’d be more convincing in court (sadly, I was a terrible liar). Because that’s definitely where we’d end up – for breaking and entering, spying and all that stuff.
On the other hand, I found it kind of amusing thinking about the trial. I’d be cold but calm, I thought. Dressed in my new black Calvin Klein knee length dress; appropriate yet comfortable.
Calvin would be sitting next to me shaking and waiting to hear the jury’s decision. He’d hold my hand the whole time. From time to time he’d squeeze it, showing me his support.
And, then, the decision would be announced. No! Calvin would yell at the sound of the decision. She can’t go to jail! I can’t live without her!
Then, he’d stand in the middle of the court room, and give a touching speech. He’d narrate that he’d left Rebecca for me. He’d try to get the judge to understand that his life had no meaning without me. I was everything to Calvin... absolutely everything.
In the end, the judge, with tears in his or her eyes, would let me go. The judge would understand that no one could get in the way of such an amazing, rare relationship. And Calvin would hug me relieved. He’d look at me midly and say my name over and over again. Jessica, my dear Jessica...
“What?” I asked and looked at Sarah. “What happened?”
“Haven’t you been listening all this time?” she asked me. “We were asking you if eight is a good time to meet here.”
“No, I don’t think so,” I replied miserably.
“Perfect,” Sarah said. “We’ll meet at the back entrance right at eight.”
“And don’t forget to wear black,” Derek advised.
“And to bring a flashlight,” James added.
The three seemed excited when we parted. I was just freaking out and worried. How had I agreed to this? And why?



When I got home, while I was searching for a flashlight, I really started thinking about what we were about to do. Was I crazy? I was jeopardizing my whole career just to find out if John was sleeping with a cleaning lady. Surely, I was on nuts for agreeing.
In the meantime, it was already quarter to eight. For a sec, I thought of calling Sarah. To tell her that I had bronchitis or something equally serious, and had to stay home. But it was probably too late.
No, there was no going back. I had already agreed to do this. The only thing left for me to do was suck it up, and go through with it.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Chapter Nine - The Party

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Chapter 9
The Party


I know that it’s an ancient question – one that people have been asking since the beginning of time, without ever getting an answer – but I still have to ask it:
Why is that when we can’t find anything nice to wear, when it we really need to?
It was a few hours before the party and I hadn’t even decided what to wear or how I wanted to do my hair.
I had taken all my clothes out my closet and had spread them all over my bedroom. I had tried on every dress, shirt, pair of pants and skirt at least five times and I was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t believe that was happening to me. Plus, I had used up like half of my deodorant because I was sweating so much.
I wasn’t going through all this trouble because I thought that by some miracle I’d look drop dead gorgeous and attract every male at the party. My abilities to do that were almost always nonexistent and I was expecting them to remain that way. But I had to at least get noticed. I mean, how else would Calvin be able to see past my appearance and discover my inner beauty?
Inside my bedside table drawer I found my saviour: S had forgotten a copy of Cosmo. I started flipping through it like a maniac. Advice! I needed advice! Give me advice! “4 New Part Looks”, page 57. Perfect!
I turned to page 57. Immediately, I realised that I looked like the pale, miserable girls in the “Before” pictures, with frizzy hair and the lifeless expression. I looked the same as them. That much was obvious.
I should have realised it. I was the perfect example of “Before”. Unlike Rebecca, let’s say, and Paris – who were perfect examples of “After”. Nothing could change that. Or could this article maybe help me? I turned to the next page, to see what happened with my miserable doubles.
I was disappointed. Now they were smiling – under five tones of makeup and extreme hairstyles. The one blonde girl had an edgy haircut which I could never off. And another girl had so much makeup that it would have taken me hours to try to copy. I tried to look for a girl who I kind of resembled, and found a brunette with big brown eyes smiling back at me. Ok, at least she looked more normal. And her hair was something I could do myself.
I set to work on copying the “Mystery Girl” look, trying a smoky eye (to add intrigue) as opposed to my usual, black eye liner and double black mascara look.
After fifteen minutes, I raised my head to my dresser mirror to look at the final result of my whole face. Hmm, not bad, I thought. At least my eyes looked big. And I definitely had done a good job doing a smoky eye. I didn’t know if I should put on fake eyelashes like the article said. I didn’t want to look like too done up. And besides, my eyes lashes were really long thanks to Talika’s Eyelash Lipocils.
Next I set to work on doing my hair. I followed the tips to create loose waves which are “alluring and unpredictable” and after an hour, I was happy with the result. I still needed help with what to wear however.
“Why don’t you wear the sift dress with the contrasting trim from the Burberry London collection you bought last week?” Sarah said when I called her.
“You think?” I asked.
“Uh huh. Definitely. It looks gorgeous on you, and it has pockets, which we all know you love.”
“You don’t think it’s too plain?” I asked hesitantly.
“No, no, it’s definitely not too plain. But it is a little too PG for this event, don’t you think? Why don’t you wear that black Chanel dress you have with the deep v neckline?
“Hmm, okay then. I guess I’ll wear that one. But what accessories should I wear?”
“Um... let me think... Oh, k, wear the Bulgari long diamond earrings and the Calibre De Cartier watch, and for shoes... oh my god, wear the Banana Louboutin ones! Please, I beg you!”
“Hmm, that actually sounds good. K, will do. Thanks S, you’re a saviour!”
“You’re gonna look so hot! Calvin will definitely notice you.”
“Haha, thanks. What are you wearing?”
“I’m thinking my red DVF backless dress. But I’m not sure. I’m not too concerned.”
“Yea,” I said. “That’s cause you’re not in love. You don’t need to get your soul mate to notice you, and make him fall in love with you...”
“Oh, c’mon, stop that,” Sarah said. “You’re just nervous that’s all. Remember the horoscope? This is the big event that he’ll notice you at, so chill. Everything’s gonna be just fine.”
“Yea, that’s what you always say, but it doesn’t always turn out true” I said accusingly.
“Wear your Chanel dress, and you’ll have every guy in there drooling over you.”
“Yea, in another lifetime maybe.”
“J, seriously. K, I gotta go get ready. I’ll see you in an hour, my love.”
“Om my God, we only have an hour!?”
“Yes, which is plenty of time. Now stop obsessing and get dressed. See ya soon,” she said and hung up, leaving me alone to finish getting ready.



An hour later, I was entering the Waldorf=Astoria lobby in my black Chanel dress, water snake skin Louboutins, and Louis Vuitton Sunset BLVD clutch in Rose Florentin. I had touched up my hair and makeup on the way, so I felt confident that I looked pretty good. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting to have every guy drooling over me, but thanks to the dim lighting, I was optimistic that I’d look pretty good.
Feeling a little self-conscious, I entered the ballroom. And I had to admit that Paris and London had done a good job of transforming the usually sophisticated ballroom giving it a more romantic, contemporary air.
It looked even more beautiful, red and black roses where everywhere – on the tables, in the alcoves set into the oval walls, even in the center of the fabulous eight-tiered cake, by the dance floor. Their heady smell filled the room, and when added to the seemingly endless supply of Perrier-Jouet, it was enough to leave a girl positively giddy.
The half of the ballroom that was the dance floor was still empty, even though there was a live orchestra playing softly in the background. In the other half of the room, guests were talking, either sitting at the tables or standing by the bar enjoying some hors d'oeuvre.
I looked around for Calvin. Where was he? I was here – with my bright inner beauty. We were ready.
“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Sarah asked, appearing at my side with Derek and James, who looked very smart in their black suits (both from the latest Hugo Boss Black collection, if I wasn’t mistaken).
“Almost as gorgeous as you S,” James said, exchanging his empty crystal goblet for a full one.
“Will you stop it already?” Sarah asked laughing.
He winked at her and snagged a smoked salmon canapé from a passing waiter.
“You look hot Jess,” Sarah said turning to me.
“Thanks, I went with Chanel after all,” I said and then changed the subject. “Where’s John?”
“He’s over there talking to his secretary, Vanessa. We’re waiting till he gets a little tipsy before talking to him.”
“Haha, good I plan,” I said.
“Oh, look. There’s Amanda! Let’s go see if we can pump some information from her,” James said excitedly.
“Yea, let’s go,” Sarah agreed.
“You guys go,” Derek said, “I have to go to the washroom, so I’ll catch you later.”
I was under the impression that Derek was getting a little bored of this whole Sherlock Holmes game. But I definitely wouldn’t say that for S and James. The two left laughing, while Derek started making his way to the washrooms. I was left alone and I started to panic. I didn’t want to look like a loner.
I quickly decided to go the washroom as well. I figured that on the way, I could check to see if Calvin had arrived yet. Maybe he was just arriving and we’d meet in the hallway outside the ballroom.


When Calvin saw me he’d be stunned. He would look at me a little shocked, as if seeing me for the first time. He’s mutter that he didn’t recognize me right away. Perhaps because of the lighting. Or perhaps of the tight fitting black dress, or my hair. He wouldn’t know exactly.
Then, we’re just stand there, Calvin and I. We’d stare into each other’s eyes more and more intently. In the end, he’d ask me if I remembered that time when I first started working at Anderson’s, when... I’d tell him that of course I remembered. And then, we wouldn't need to talk about it anymore. We both knew we were soul mates, and that we were meant to be.
Calvin would take my hand and we’d start walking towards the dance floor, taking light steps, looking only at each other. And in the ballroom people would be saying: Look at what a lovely couple they make! They’re meant for each other! Then, in the crowd admiring us, I’d spot Rebecca, with tears in her eyes.
I’d say nobly that I hoped she wasn’t upset because of us. At first, Calvin wouldn’t understand who I was talking about. Rebecca who? Oh, yes... her. And then he’d say that people can’t control their true feelings, and that when love was involved, there was no use in resisting.


I walked in to the women’s washrooms which, thankfully, were empty. A quick look in the mirror brought me back to reality.
I remembered the “Before” and “After” pictures in Cosmo and wondered why I thought I looked as good as the “After” model at home. I regretted not wearing the fake eye lashed because my eyes didn’t look so big after all. And I probably should have put a bit more eye shadow on, but at the time I thought that a more natural look was more flattering. Big mistake. As least my hair looked pretty good. Thanks to its fullness and natural curly texture, it had managed to stay in loose curls, cascading over my shoulders and down the upper part of my back.
Just then, I heard laughter and then the door open, and I quickly made my way to the back of the washrooms, where it was more private. I heard some girls come in and unzip their purses. I could hear compacts and other makeup bottles being placed on the counter as the girls were talking.
“God, look at my hair! Please pass me your hair brush!”
“But you look amazing!”
“Stop it! I look awful!”
“K, I have some bobby pins and a “bumpit”. If you want I can give them to you. But in my opinion, your hair looks amazing just the way it is. I swear!”
I immediately recognized who they were. Paris and London. Great! Now I’d have to sit here and listen to all their bs, until they left. There was no way I’d come out of hiding with them there.
How much time can someone spend on touching up? Isn’t there a point in which you can brush your hair up to before you start damaging your hair follicles? After what seemed like eighty years, I was about to come out of hiding just so I could warn them about the side effects of brushing their hair. Besides, I was getting bored standing there listening to them. Plus, Calvin might have already showed up.
“I hope Ben comes tonight. If he does, I have a feeling that he’ll ask me to dance,” Paris said with confidence.
I took a step back. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to appear after all.
“Are you kidding?” London said. “Of course he’ll come. He is head over heels in love with you, everyone can see that!”
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. I can’t wait! I’m so excited!”
“Speaking of love, did you hear about Calvin and Rebecca?”
“Oh, yea, I heard. It’s so stupid!”
Whoa, now we’re talking! What did they know that I didn’t? Maybe they were talking about the fact that Calvin and Rebecca broke up. Couldn’t they be more specific? Who wanted to break up – him or her? And how did it happen? I wanted all the details!
“Do you know who’s in love with Calvin?” Paris asked. “And I really mean in love, not just a crush. I’m talking head over heels in love.”
“Who?” London asked holding her breath.
“Jessica. Jessica Brown!” Paris exclaimed.
Oh, fuck! How the hell did she know? That was supposed to be a secret. Oh, God! How embarrassing. My life was over.
“Oh...” London said carelessly. “That’s old news. Everyone knows that. It’s like the joke of the department. The only thing I have to say is: Good luck!”
They cackled loudly, touched up their makeup once more, and then left.
God, I hated them so much! I can’t believe they were talking about me. Why couldn’t they mind their own business and not talk about other people behind their backs?
Immature and shallow, is how Calvin would describe them – when we’d take a break from dancing. People who only care about their appearance. Calvin would explain to me that normally, people like Paris and London are the types of people which we have to pity, because what did they know about life? What did they know about love and soul mates?
I gathered what was left of my confidence and I opened the door. I left the washroom without looking in the mirror because at that moment, a look in the mirror was not a good idea.


In the meantime, the ballroom had filled up. Sadly, I still couldn’t find Calvin anywhere. I spotted a few brave co-workers dancing to a Barry White song. Other than that, everyone else was talking by the bar or munching away at the tables by the dance floor in their cliques, as predicted.
The only exception to that were Sarah, Derek and James who were talking to John. He seemed to be in a good mood. Pleased, to be exact. He was probably flattered that he was suddenly getting so much attention from three of his employees.
I was ready to make my way there but first I wanted to grab a drink at the bar. I spotted the punch on a table by the dance floor, and decided to go drown my sorrows with something lighter instead.
“Make sure you leave some seeds for us,” said an all too familiar raspy voice behind me. “Don’t be greedy.”
Ben appeared at my side and smirked. I decided not to take his words too seriously. Not that we were even or anything, but we were at a party. And besides, he’d shown a shred of humanity when he saved me in the kitchen earlier. Plus, although I didn’t want to admit it, he actually looked really good in his dark grey Paul Smith suit. It fit him like a glove, and the color was the exact same as his eyes. Not that I’d ever thought of the colour of his eyes or anything. Really.
“Someone ate them all,” I replied. “I don’t know why but there isn’t a single seed in the punch.”
“Suspecting anyone?” he asked. “My guess is that it was one of the Anderson employees. That lecturer looks guilty. The one chewing like a cow. What’s his name again?”
I turned to my right and saw Giggles (our accounting lecturer) walk up to a waiter and snag three prosciutto wrapped grilled scallops without a trace of self-consciousness.
“Giggles. Er... Steven Arlberg, I mean.”
Ben laughed. And this time it actually sounded like a genuine laugh, not like the other times. Plus, he laughed with something I said. Maybe he had a bit of a sense of humour after all.
“Why are all people in accounting always so serious?” he asked. “Have you noticed that? It’s like they never laugh. The other day, I was joking around and said: When do accountants laugh out loud? When somebody asks for a raise! Everyone laughed, except him. Do you think not having a sense of humour is one of the qualifications needed to get an accounting job?”
That was actually pretty funny. Sarah and I could have thought of that. I had to admit that he was actually funny.
“Haha, probably,” I said laughing.
“It’s like that joke: What’s the difference between a lawyer and an accountant? The accountant knows he’s boring,” Ben said laughing. “Or there’s one that goes: How was copper wire invented? Two accountants were arguing over a penny.”
That was actually hilarious. So much so that I started laughing like an idiot. He smiled at me, a kind, genuine smile, and then he took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. Of course, the band immediately switched into a Frank Sinatra standard. “I’m not a good dancer,” I squeaked, as his hand found my waist.
“No worries. I’ll lead. Is that ok?”
I was suddenly aware of close we were standing to one another. And all I could do was nod, numbly, my voice deserting me altogether.
My memories of that dance are limited to the way Ben moved, looked, and smelled. For some reason I suddenly felt self-conscious. Had I put on too much perfume? Not enough maybe? I had just bought the new Chanel Chance, and I wasn’t sure how strong it was. Not that it mattered how I smelt or looked. It was just Ben, after all. I had to admit he was a good dancer. He seemed to move with grace, the results of private classes I assumed. I wondered if he and Claire had gone to classes together. I asked him this, because for some reason, I was also curious to find out what exactly was his relationship with Claire.
“Haha, is it that obvious?” he grinned, and I found myself lost in his gorgeous grey eyes. “Well Claire has been dancing since she was little, so she didn’t have to go to any classes. But I did when our mom got re-married. She wanted to have the father-daughter dance with me since her dad passed away a few years ago. So I didn’t really have a choice. I wasn’t exactly a fan, but I guess it paid off if you noticed,” he said.
“Wait, isn’t Claire your girlfriend?” I asked confused, trying to ignore the feelings his warm breath on my cheek brought forth.
“My girlfriend!?” he asked taken aback. “God, no. Claire’s my younger sister. My only sister actually. She’s twenty five, same age as you, and an incredible chef.”
“Oh,” I said, unexplainably relieved.
“Haha, I can’t believe you thought Claire was my girlfriend. God! That’s way too funny. We wouldn’t last a day together. Although I do owe her, big time. She’s the one who got me that apartment. Hey! Wait a sec... are you the girl who went through my boxes?” he asked incredulously.
“What? No!” I said feeling my face turn red.
“Hey, you’re blushing. Oh my God, it was you! Wasn’t it? I can ask Claire, so don’t lie!”
“K, I might have been curious to see who my neigh neighbour was. And with good reason; the last tenant turned out to be a stalker. So I just wanted to see who I’d share the 15th floor with. Besides, I had just opened a box when your sister appeared and scared the crap out of me!” I said.
Ben chuckled and buried his head in my hair, taking a deep breath while doing so.
“You smell nice, by the way,” he said.
“You too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
“And you’re funny,” he added.
He leaned back and looked at me, and for a moment my breath caught in my throat. Suddenly it seemed that Ben’s face filled my whole vision. All I could feel and smell was him.
I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even notice when Calvin entered the room. I only became aware of his presence when he walked right by the table Ben and I were dancing next to.


And I guess I stared at him too obviously. The only thing I know is that I stopped talking and forgot everything that had to do with accountants. My God, he looked like he has just finished shooting an Armani ad! What a babe! And he appeared to be at the party alone. That was a good sign.
“From what I see, it’s true,” Ben said after a short pause.
“What is?” I asked, tearing my eyes from Calvin.
“That you have the hots for that guy. Cal or whatever.”
“I do not,” I winced. “Who told you that?”
I tried to relax and look calm but inside, I was cursing Paris and London. I bet they had gone around telling everyone. And what if – Oh, God – what if Calvin knew too?
But he didn’t even look in my direction. If he knew it, he’d look at me. Even for a quick second. Right?


“Do you want me to give you some friendly advice?” Ben asked, and suddenly he seemed to have gone back to his usual, cocky self. “Don’t stare so much. Cause you look really stupid.”
I didn’t even dignify that with an answer. I just looked at him. What the hell was that all about? Clearly I was mistaken – maybe he did have a sense of humour. And he could be nice. Sometimes. But deep down, he was a cocky jerk; just like I had thought from the beginning.
I let go of him and took a step back, putting some distance between us. I wasn’t going to stay any longer.
“Good luck,” Ben said with a cruel smile.
And then he disappeared. And I started to make my way towards Sarah, Derek and James. It seemed that John had ditched them, cause now they were by themselves.
“Where is your poor victim?” I asked.
They pointed towards the dance floor, where I spotted John dancing with his secretary Vanessa, who appeared to be having the time of her life.
He was dancing with the air of a professional, with confidence and poise. Vanessa on the other hand, was all over the place, not following the beat of the music. It was a scary sight.
“At the rate she’s going, she’s gonna knock him over,” James said. “He’ll fall and hit his head, fall into a comma and then we’ll never find out if he’s sleeping with Amanda.”
“You guys didn’t ask him about that?” I asked. “I could have sworn I saw him smiling at you guys.”
“John’s teasing us,” Sarah explained disappointed. “He knows that we find this amusing. That’s why he’s dragging it on.”
“Why, what did he say to you?”
“That we have to be more discrete if we want to be like Sherlock Holmes. That he has no intention of helping us. If that isn’t cruel, then I don’t know what is!”
At that moment, my eyes found Calvin once again. He wasn’t alone anymore. He was walking towards the dance floor – holding Rebecca’s hand.
They looked happier than ever. I felt sick when I saw him pause, brush her blonde hair behind her ear and kiss her cheek.
When had she gotten here? (And how did she get that Versace dress? It wasn’t in stores yet!) And what were they doing together? Couldn’t they decide if they were a couple or not?
But what did it matter anymore? They were together. And I was here. Alone.
“Look over there,” I said grabbing Sarah’s arm.
“Where?” she asked.
I pointed towards the dance floor, where Calvin and Rebecca were dancing, looking like they were competing on frickin Dancing with the Stars. Ok, maybe they didn’t exactly look like professional dancers, but they looked good together – and they seemed to be having the time of their life.
“Fuck,” was all Sarah said.
“And there goes my horoscope,” I said bitterly.
“Oh, yea. Shit. Sorry, Jess,” she said.
Sarah seemed a little distracted for some reason. Maybe she was sick of me obsessing over Calvin. The only sure thing was that she wasn’t as attentive as she was before. Not that I can blame her. I mean, why did I deserve to have a best friend? I didn’t deserve anything.


I went back to my sanctuary, the washroom. There I could be alone with my misery – and wait. I wasn’t gonna stay at this party for another second, there was no reason to. When it wouldn’t be too obvious, I’d sneak out to the coat check to grab my coat so I could go home and curl up in my bed.
I assumed that Calvin knew all about my feelings towards him. I’m sure he and Rebecca thought it was hilarious and had laughed about it. It’s probably what they were doing right now before they move on to more serious matters, such as their wedding, for example.
I’m sure Rebecca would want to go all out for the wedding. A princess cut Vera Wang wedding gown and a tiara from Tiffany’s, a eight-tier cake with the plastic figurines on the top, and the whole works. A wedding everyone girl dreamed of.
Here we have even more proof that I’m not the typical girl. I had never dreamt of such a wedding. I thought it was more romantic to elope somewhere private, like an island in the Mediterranean or the Caribbean, just like they do in movies sometimes. (There’s no stressing out, plus you can wear whatever you like; I already had a Versace I’d like to wear, in mind – one which I could definitely wear at another function.)
Anyways. Why was I even thinking about that stuff? I definitely didn’t see a wedding with me as the bride happening anytime soon. Rebecca had Calvin – and I had my depression for the rest of my life.


The moment I went to leave the private area of the washrooms – to go look for S and tell her I was going home – I heard Paris and London come in again. Of course; they had to do touch ups again.
Ben had, of course, asked Paris to dance. And not just once, but at least six times. And, of course, she had accepted, and now it was obvious that they were meant to be.
When I went back to the ballroom to look for Sarah, I was shocked to see that Paris had been telling the truth. It seemed that the two had hit it off. She and Ben were intertwined on the dance floor, dancing like they were the only two people in the room. The only thing I could do is congratulate them. They were, without a doubt, made for each other – since they were both cocky and mean.
I spent a good ten minutes looking for Sarah but I couldn’t find her anywhere. After another five minutes of searching, I decided to give up and head home. I’d tell her everything tomorrow. The only thing I wanted to do was sneak into the coat check room, grab my coat and go home.


When I went to the coat check, I found more than just racks of the latest jackets and shawls. Just as I was about to take my black Roberto Cavalli bolero, I found Sarah. She and James were hiding behind a rack (with a gorgeous light blue Ralph Lauren shawl) against the wall.
What were they doing? And why did they look all flushed and happy?
“I think we like each other,” Sarah explained.
“Seriously?” I asked confused. “Who?”
“Each other, of course. Isn’t it obvious?”
No, it definitely wasn’t. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. This must happened the past few weeks I’ve been focussing with my own problems, and I hadn’t noticed anything.
“Don’t worry,” Sarah said basking in pure delight. “We hadn’t realised it till tonight.”


Suddenly, everything made sense. That’s why Sarah (who under normal circumstances falls in love with someone different every day) hadn’t declared a new crush after John Sr. That’s why all night she seemed distracted and in her own head. And basically: that’s why she’d spent so much time on the whole John thing. Because of James – with whom we worked in the same department!
I was so happy for both of them. To be honest: I wanted to be happy for them. Sarah was my best friend, and was like the sister I never had, and James was one of very few great guys I knew. And if they were meant to be together, it was because they were both kind hearted and nice people.
The only problem is that I was so disappointed with everything with Calvin, that it was hard for me to be genuinely happy for anything.
“Are you leaving already?” Sarah asked. “Why?”
“I have a headache,” I said – she didn’t need to feel bad, there was absolutely no reason.
“Are you sure?” she asked, concerned.
“Absolutely,” I replied. “I promise. I have a headache, nothing else.”
After a little while, I was entering my apartment building.
“Good evening, Miss Brown,” Sergio greeted me suppressing a yawn.
“Hey, Sergio. I didn’t know you’re working the night shift today,” I said.
“I changed tomorrow’s day shift with Mitch because it’s my daughter’s birthday tomorrow and we are throwing her a surprise birthday party,” he said smiling.
“Aww, that’s awesome Sergio. She’s turning ten right?”
“Yes, she is. Unfortunately, she’s discovered Hanna Montana, and she wants to be just like her. That girl will drive me crazy!”
“Haha! Hanna Montana? You better be careful Sergio, cause next thing you know, your little girl will be rebelling, pretending to be a “woman”,” I said.
“I hope not! I can’t afford it!”
“Oh, Sergio, you’re too funny. Thanks for making me laugh. I needed it. Anyways, I’m heading up, have a good night,” I said.
“Goodnight, Miss Brown.”
I walked to the elevator and saw that one was just closing.
“Hold the elevator please,” I call out, walking briskly to catch it. As soon as I got there, the doors closed. Shit! I thought, but then I heard the familiar ping and the doors opened.
No. No.
This is a bad dream.
Ben was standing alone in the elevator, with the top three buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up to expose his strong forearms. His tie and cufflinks, I notice, had disappeared.
Before I could stop myself I took a startled step backwards. Ben put his BlackBerry away, tilted his head to one side and gave me a quizzical look.
“Are you getting into the elevator?” he said mildly.
Shit!
“Yes,” I said and walked onto the elevator with stiff legs. “Yes, I am.”
The doors closed and we began to travel upwards in silence. I had a knot of tension in my stomach. I was surprised he was alone. I wonder what happened with Paris. I’m sure she would have gladly come over.
“So, um...good party,” he said awkwardly, causing me to look up from my Louboutins.
“Uh... yea,” I replied.
God, I was so tired. All I wanted was to take off my shoes and crawl in bed. Why the hell was the elevator taking so long? I didn’t want to have to talk to him anymore.
The elevator stopped at floor five and the doors opened, but no one got on.
“So, did you have a good time?” Ben asked as we started travelling up again.
“Absolutely, I said at once,” giving him a fake smile. “You?”
“Definitely,” he said, his mouth, for some reason, twitching.
I quickly took my BlackBerry out, pretending to check my messages. I didn’t care if I seemed rude – I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I was afraid I might slap him. Or cause him some kind of physical harm.
“I better find your love and I better find your heart I better find your love and...” Drake’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I stared confused at my BlackBerry Bold’s display screen wondering why the screen didn’t display who was calling me.
“Hey,” I heard Ben say. Incredulously, I turned to face him, and saw him talking to his BlackBerry.
Un-fucking-believable.
My sworn enemy had the same ringtone as me. He turned to me and winked, still listening to person on the other line.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Thankful, I quickly walked away, leaving Ben alone.
I had just turned the key in my lock, when I felt something behind me. I quickly turned around.
“Didn’t you forget something?” Ben asked, his mouth twitching.
“Um, no... I don’t think so,” I said confused.
“Really? Cause I definitely think you did,” he said.
I continued to look at him confused. I guess he got the hint, cause he continued.
“You never told me you were a Drake fan,” he said.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I only know because your phone was ringing a few days ago at work, and I happened to be walking by your office and heard your ringtone,” he explained.
“Oh, I see. Yea, I like Drake. So?”
“Well, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go to Bungalow 8 sometime,” he said.
Whoa. Bungalow 8 has topped the Manhattan club scene for many years in a row now. And considering Manhattan is famous for having some of the best clubs in the world, that was not something to be taken lightly. With its palm trees, concierge, and inevitable NO VACANCY sign, Bungalow 8 created an atmosphere which was a combination of the Beverly Hills Hotel and old Hollywood. The place only held about one hundred people, and guests had to the hottest thing in order to cross the threshold, so getting past the bouncers was considered a great accomplishment.
“I’m serious. I mean I know you think I’m an ass and everything but still...” Ben continued, looking a little self-conscious.
“I don’t get how Bungalow 8 has anything to do with Drake. I highly doubt he’d ever be performing there. Besides, it’s like impossible to get invites for Bungalow 8. Even Hollywood starts have trouble getting in one of Manhattan’s coveted hot spots,” I said playing for time, trying to figure out what he was up to.
“Well, Drake is on tour now, but he won’t be in New York for a while and I figured we’d go listen to some music somewhere nice first, and then maybe check out one of his shows some other time,” he said.
“Well, I’m actually really busy, so I think I’ll pass. Goodnight,” I said as I walked in my apartment.
He opened his mouth to say something and I quickly shut the door. I know it was immature but I didn’t care.
I quickly looked from the peephole to see if he’d left. He stood there frozen for what seemed like eternity. Then, he looked right at the peephole, his grey eyes with an unreadable expression, and after a few seconds, walked away.
What in the world was that all about?