Boyfriends 11

Chapter 11
Marcus
My eyes did not leave her face from the moment she cleared her throat and I turned to look at her.
I was sitting on the only couch she had in the room, quite a small but comfortable space. She stood there, too stunned to even say a word. I fought off the urge to lower my eyes to the first thing I noticed when I looked at her.
Holy f***k. Melissa was standing in the doorway wearing a half singlet that was not only revealing the shape of her perky breasts it gave a full view of her erect nipples and her waist-they were toned and on full display.
Her face was filled with shock. Quite understandable because no one walks into their apartment to see someone they didn’t leave there and not have this reaction.
“Miss Kane.” I said breaking the silence. I did like the name, and I called her by her surname just to show some form of formality.
As much as being in the same room dressed in such a s**y manner could make her feel uncomfortable, I didn’t want that.
“Mr. Hills,” she responded and swallowed hard. With a voice much more composed, she said, “I wasn’t looking forward to Seeing you.”
I expected another type of reaction but Melissa seemed to be a little other than normal. She reacted differently To things and when you expect one reaction, she tries to give another one.
Tucking her wavy hair behind her car, she waited for what would be an explanation for showing up at her place. Truth is, 1 have no idea why I even did. I must have thought oh Marcus, you are bored. Why not try something that makes you feel sixteen again!
Sneaking into Kyra’s room from her window and watching her finger fly to her mouth as she tries to tell me to be calm or her parents will hear us. She kisses me, the exact way I have come to know what a kiss is.
When I asked what she wanted for her seventeenth birthday she smiled and said sex. These three words but the greatest thing I could give her. Ready to fulfill her wish, I walked to her and allowed my hands to dig into her gown.
But you’re wrong, I’m not in Melissa’s house because I’m h***ny or because I want to ***k her. I paused and took that thought back; remembering when I first saw her at the club. Hell, she was perfect and I would have given a whisper to her ear telling her of my intentions but she was drunk.
She needed someone who wouldn’t take advantage of her drunk state and who could get her home safely. Unfortunately,
person was me; her boyfriend’s father.
that
I tried to imagine the reaction she’d have had on her face when she was sober and remembered how she tried to kiss me and get me to her bed.
Of course, I don’t expect her to remember that. She was far too drunk to even realize how she told me she wanted to f*** me-and how I could help her get over it.
I still had no idea what she was trying to get over and even when I asked her the other day at the boutique, she claimed it
wasn’t lan
“I tried reaching you via your email,” I told her. “I also called bull calls were diverted.” That wasn’t entirely true because 1 didn’t call.
mouth formed the ‘oh’ as if it was a shock that it was a work related request that brought me to her place.
“Do you realize you are meant to have your laptop on standby?” asked her. “I get it-weekend and all but you’re my
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secretary and I require utmost efficiency.”
“I’m sorry but I wasn’t told I have to work on weekdays.” There was a small frown now forming on her face and it filled me with pleasure to see. “The call they weren’t intentional. I must have programmed that and d***n-was it urgent?”
“Quite urgent.” I muttered giving a slight nod as I rose to my feet. She was about ten feets away and she was conscious of not moving and making her breasts swing, I understood that too, she did have to move.
“I left the mail at exactly 8:00 am which was five hours ago. Seeing how urgent it was, I tried calling but I don’t have your
number.
“I have yours,” she blurted, and then her lips twitched like she regretted saying that so hastily.
“Hmm. You’ve never called or texted so there’s no way I’d have had yours. By the way, do well to check the emails, there are some tasks and meetings to schedule, especially with the Albanians.”
She nodded and I hoped she noticed how I chirped in that word just to get her familiar so she doesn’t end up mispronouncing again.
“Anything else?” she asked when I took a step toward the door which was also a step closer to her, being she stood in the doorway all along. Her lips were twisted to the side and the body language gave off nervousness.
She was nervous around me and that was okay. I stared into her eyes and they looked browner than earlier. I could have sworn that I saw black, “Nothing more,” I responded. When I reached the door, I paused and craned my neck to her. “This was unprofessional-visiting your apartment unannounced and it won’t happen again.”
It was purely a work-related request that brought me here and no matter what, she had to believe that.
She stared in stifled bewilderment and that was the last reaction I got before igniting my limousine into life.
It was good to know she lived a normal life outside the walls of the company. She dresses up lazily and does her laundry on a Saturday. That was one of the things I had on the list to find out about this girl. And the next one-what is it going to be?
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