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“Fuck,” I cry out, tossing my head back as the pressure builds inside of me. “Fuck, Daniel…”
I shouldn’t be feeling this way with a man that I hate, with someone who doesn’t treat women with respect, and is only interested in the next notch on his bed post, which I suppose I am now, but he’s dragging me under the waters of pleasure with him. I can feel the orgasm coming for me and I’m not sure that I’m ready for it…
Oh, but when it hits, I know for sure that I could never be ready for something like this. It’s intense, overwhelming, and completely shatters through my system in the most powerful way possible. I have never had pleasure like it before, it’s never been so intense, I never want it to end.
Daniel flips me over until he is on top and he thrusts a few more times until he comes as well, and I kiss him to swallow up his screams. There is something strangely electric about all of this, something so exciting that I don’t know where it could lead. It’s weirdly exciting but scary as well.Chapter 7 – DanielI rub my eyes hard, trying to get rid of the sleep as the morning light streams through the window, disturbing me. I’m sure that my alarm should have gone off by now for me to get to work, but it hasn’t which is weird. Maybe I forgot to put it on charge or something so the battery is dead. It does feel like I might have had one too many to drink last night which isn’t a good sign. I don’t want to be late, so I better get up soon…
What the hell? It has taken me a few moments to realize that the reason I must not have charged my cell phone is because I’m not at home. I must have picked someone up last night in my drunken haze and I have broken my own sleep over rule which is stupid. I never sleep over at a woman’s house, it’s wild.
I turn over gently to see who is sleeping beside me. I am hoping desperately that she’s asleep and a deep enough for me to sneak out of here without an awkward conversation to follow. But it’s the moment that my eyes connect with the lying down body beside me that everything comes rushing back in one fell swoop.
Gemma… the date… the pictures… the drink, all the drink, and then sex. Oh God, mind blowing sex. Hate sex, I suppose in the strangest way possible. It didn’t feel like hate sex at the time, more like really passionate friends hooking up and realizing that we are supposed to be together… not that it can be that way.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I slide out of the bed. Now I really need to get out of here without disturbing her. I can’t have any kind of conversation with Gemma, she is too much. We hate one another and always have done. I don’t see how one drunken hook up can change that. I need to just leave. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Thankfully, my clothes are all in a heap in the corner of Gemma’s room, not like hers which are everywhere so I can grab them quickly and I escape the room, making sure that I click the door quietly shut. I know that I am not safe though, not until I get out of here entirely. I throw everything on rapidly, barely looking at what I’m doing, with my heart racing in my throat, and I half run towards the door. I don’t even want to know where my head was at last night, I must have been away with the fucking fairies, on some other planet, making a real mess of a situation that it already a complete and utter state. Me and Gemma have always hated one another, we are business rivals and that isn’t ever going to change, so how did we end up in such a state last night?
Since I’m not near the office, I call myself a cab and thankfully it turns up very quickly. I jump in to the back seat and breathe out a sigh of relief. The further away I get from Gemma, the better as far as I am concerned. I’m sure that she will be relieved to see me gone as well. I am utterly certain that she doesn’t have anything to say to me either. Last night was just a blip in our otherwise very straight forward history. Never to be thought of again.
I lean my boiling hot head against the ice-cold window to try and calm myself down as I move. I know that I won’t be alone this weekend in the office, we really are as busy as I told Gemma and there are people working overtime to get things done, so I will have to talk and I want to be in order as I do. Or at least as much as I can be since I am the boss. Perhaps really, I should go home first and get myself all prepared, but I don’t want that time alone. I don’t want to think about anything that has happened. It’s too much.
