Chapter 30
30
ALEJANDRO
Everyone had moments in their lives that they would never forget. For some, it could be the day they got married or when their first child was born.
But I knew from the moment that I had sex with Jasmine that my life would never be the same again.
This weekend was incredible. I was glad that we decided to stay longer. I thought our first night there was mind-blowing, but Saturday and today were out of this world.
It was not just the sex, which just seemed to get better and better, but also how comfortable I felt around Jasmine.
As well as going for walks along the beach, we had exchanged playlists then spent hours talking about our favourite songs and introducing each other to new artists.
I could not believe it when she told me the music that she liked and discovered that we also had that in common. The more I got to know her, the more I knew it was not just about her beauty. We connected in so many other ways too.
We spent so much time together, I would have expected that by now, I would need my space. But although we still had about two hours until we arrived back at Ocho Rios, I was already wondering how we could find a way to see each other again without the management finding out.
Right now, we were in Bob’s car. Our bodies were only inches apart, but it was not close enough. My hands were aching to touch her. I wanted to lean over and kiss Jasmine, but we could not. Although Bob did not seem like he would report us to management, we could not take the risk. We needed to make him and everyone else at the hotel believe that we were still nothing more than co-workers.
It would be difficult, but we had to try. I had already avoided two calls from Lola because I was worried that somehow, she would know I had done what I had sworn not to do: put my career and my sister’s tuition at risk because I could not keep my dick in my pants.
Instead, I had texted her to let her know I had been ‘busy’ and would call when things were calmer. I could not avoid her forever, but I wanted to enjoy these moments with Jasmine without any negativity.
Tomorrow, when the Jamaican management returned, I would need to be professional and sensible. But until then, I would do whatever felt right.
‘You okay?’ Jasmine asked.
‘ Sí . Just thinking. You?’
‘About going back to reality?’ Her shoulders fell a little.
I nodded.
‘Same here.’
Bob’s phone rang and a Jamaican woman’s loud voice blared from his mobile. I could not follow what she said. Bob ended the call.
‘Mi ave tuh mek ah lickle stop,’ he announced.
I frowned.
‘You have to stop somewhere?’ Jasmine helpfully translated.
‘Ya.’
‘Okay. Take as long as you need.’
About twenty minutes later, Bob pulled up outside a house and said he would be back soon.
It was now around eight thirty at night and the only lighting on this road seemed to come from the houses.
Jasmine and I both looked out of the window, our gaze following Bob as he stepped inside the house.
As soon as the front door closed, our eyes moved to each other. Thanks to the light from the front of the house, I was able to make out Jasmine’s beautiful face. Her lips were parted. Her eyes were wide and sparkling.
She did not need to speak. I knew what she was thinking, because I was thinking the same.
Our heads inched forward, cautiously at first, but then what could not have been more than two seconds later, our faces launched forward and our mouths crashed together.
The kiss was wild and passionate.
‘Oh God,’ she moaned into my mouth.
My cock instantly thickened, desperate to be inside her.
The sound of voices brought us back to our senses and we both sprung backwards; our heads flicking to the car window.
Bob was waving to the woman and on his way back to the car. I instantly wished he had taken longer.
‘That was close,’ I said.
‘Too close.’ Jasmine smoothed down her dress and straightened in her seat.
For the rest of the journey, we managed to keep our hands and mouths apart, but it was torture.
But the hardest part was when I walked Jasmine to her room and knew I would not be able to follow her inside.
‘So…’ I stood in front of her. ‘Tomorrow, I guess we will be very busy with the management.’
‘Yes,’ she sighed.
We stood in silence again, neither of us knowing what to say. Eventually, I spoke.
‘ Duerme bien and I hope tomorrow is productive for you.’
‘Hope you sleep well too and you enjoy working with the chef.’
I hated how everything was so formal and awkward. But we both knew that from now on, we had to be extra careful.
‘ Hasta manana ,’ I said.
‘See you tomorrow,’ Jasmine replied and let herself in her room.
I opened my door then leant against it, wondering how I was going to survive the night without her.