Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
Denise
A loud knock wakes me up. I look at the wall clock and it’s after midnight.
I roll off the couch and look through the peephole and see Miller standing there, waiting for me to answer.
I open the door, and he looks relieved upon seeing me.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s the middle of the night. What happened?” I move out of the way and he walks past me. His hand reaches above me, and he closes the door. My back goes against the door, and he leans into me. His hand on my hip and his lips brushing against my cheek, then peppering to my lips.
“I’m so sorry. It’s been a horrible day, and an even worse night. But I’m here now.”
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask, stepping around him and walking into the kitchen area of my apartment.
“I think I’m already pretty drunk. Having anything more would probably give me the spins and I’m not ready for you to see that part of me, not yet at least.”
“You’re drunk?”
“A little.” He holds up his forefinger and thumb.
I shake my head. “Maybe some water or coffee.”
“Are you mad that I’m a little drunk?” he asks.
“No. I’m glad you’re here. C’mon, let’s go to bed.” I grab his arm and pull him toward the bedroom.
“Oh, I like it when you’re straight to the point.”
“Nope. We’re going to bed. I have class in the morning.”
“But baby, I want to play.”
“Baby?”
“You’re my baby, right? My girl? We made that official and shit. Yeah. And I want to play with you. Let’s go in the other room and fuck a little.”
I shake my head. He’s being ridiculous. And a part of me wants to give in. But the other part of me knows that I have to be up early and across the city in rush-hour traffic.
“You’re my girlfriend, right?” he asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bedroom.
“Yes.”
“If we ever broke up, would you be the type of woman to go telling my secrets?”
“Is this in connection with the NDA I was given earlier?” I ask.
“No, actually.” He shakes his head.
“Not that I enjoy talking about the potential of us breaking up when we just got started, but I’m a firm believer of what happens between two people, stays between two people. I’ve been in a relationship or two and those relationships have stayed firmly in the past.”
“I could easily fall in love with you. I think that I kinda do already.”
“You’re drunk.” I laugh.
“And when we’re drunk, that’s when truths come out. Hit me. Ask me anything.”
“Okay, I’ll play. Why were you late tonight?”
“My day sucked. I drank.”
“I can see that.”
“I got a weird call tonight from an ex. She didn’t want to be an ex anymore. Then she tried to blackmail me. So, I drank.”
“Interesting.”
“And I fired Tobias. I’m sorry he came to your work today. I had a meeting with him after my day of meetings. He’s gone.”
“Um, alright.” And while I want to press on more about seeing his ex tonight, I’m pretty sure that’s a sore subject, if it’s the primary reason he’s drunk.
“Can we go and play, just a bit?”
I push him toward my bedroom, and he stumbles in the direction.
I woke up before my alarm went off. I made some coffee and showered. When I step out of the bathroom, I’m hit with the smell of bacon and my mouth instantly waters.
I quickly dress and walk into the kitchen to see Miller, shirtless, wearing my frilly apron in front of the stove.
“Hi.” I stand beside him.
“I’m so sorry that I came over here so drunk.” He apologizes, “I’m making apology bacon.”
“I like apology bacon.”
“Did I make a fool out of myself?”
“You don’t remember? How much did you have to drink?”
“Enough.”
“You didn’t say or do anything that would be incriminating. But you were quite truthful last night, in between trying to hook up.”
“Did we?” he looks at me, curiously.
“No. As soon as you hit the pillow, you were snoring.”
“I’ll make you more bacon.”
“So, who’s the ex you saw last night?” I ask, as he freezes for a quick moment.
“Rebecca. She called, asked to see me, then basically flat out tried to blackmail me. I need to update my lawyers about her.”
“Why?”
Reporters have been relentlessly contacting me via my cell and email, seeking information about you, me, and my business.
“Why is that a big thing? You’re a pretty important guy. I would assume that’s par for the course.”
“Not at all. I have people who speak on my behalf. And my personal business isn’t something that I allow to become public knowledge.”
“Is that why that guy asked me to sign an NDA?”
“Another thing that I’ve always done. If I started seeing someone, even if it was nothing, I would have them sign NDAs from the start.” He plates the bacon, covers it with a paper towel, and turns off the stovetop.
“But you didn’t do that with me.” I point out, “we’ve been seeing one another for a bit. Did he come by just because of those photos?”
“My lawyer likely sent him. Probably checked and saw that we didn’t have one for you. I didn’t know he was going to do that. I didn’t tell them to. It was all new information when you texted me about it.”
“Do you want me to sign it?”
“My honest answer would be yes. But it has nothing to do with our relationship, but more of protecting both you and I. Protecting my business and my discreet life. Yet, I won’t insist on you doing it. I want our relationship to feel more than just a contract.”
I grab my purse and pull out the envelope. I grab a pen and scroll my signature on the line where it’s requested and push it toward him.
“I didn’t come here to have you sign that.” He looks at the paper and sighs.
“I know. And thank you for that. But, you’re right. You have to protect yourself. That’s a peace of mind that you need to have. In the off-chance that, like you said last night, we break up. And I want you to feel assured of that. This holds no bearing on our relationship. To me, it’s just a piece of paper. But I need you to know that I will protect you. Now and forevermore.”
His hand covers the paper, and he looks torn, then looks up.
“I love you.”
“What?”
He moves around the counter and pulls me against him.
“I love you. And not because you signed this. Honestly, I mean it, I didn’t care if you did or didn’t. But I just got this intense feeling that I needed to share that I love you, with you. I love you, Denise, forevermore.”
His lips lower on mine and I accept. My arms wrap around his back and pull him as equally against me. His fingers reach the hem of my shirt and I feel him pulling up my shirt. I momentarily free myself as the fabric is pulled over my head, and I quickly remove his shirt. My hands move to his belt buckle with our bodies humming with the need to be naked together.
Moments later, the last article of clothing was at my feet and Miller wraps his arm around my back and lowers me to the couch. His body blankets over mine, and I feel his warmth against my skin.
His hand moves up my ribcage and cups my breast while his tongue dances with mine. He pulls me up and we switch positions, with him sitting and me sitting astride him. His mouth moves between my breasts, paying special attention to each, respectively. He takes both breasts in his hands and places his head between the valley and squeezes my breasts to his face while he tongues my skin. His cock bounces between my legs, eager to be seated within. I sit up on my knees, grab his cock, stroke him, then place him at my entrance, and sink down slowly.
A light moan escapes his lips.
“Fuck. We need to move to the bedroom, but your pussy feels perfect.”
I say nothing while I use his shoulders for leverage as I push up and down on him.
“Denise?” He pleads.
I stop and move off of him. We both stand, and I run into the bedroom with him close on my heels.
I grab his arm and pull him to lie down. Once he does, I climb on top of him.
He moves underneath me, and I take both my bent legs and place them on top of his thighs. His hands press down on my hips while he pistons into me, my breaths catch in my throat at the pleasure ripping through my body. I press on my knees while I take control and his hands rest on my ass. One pulls back and he slaps my skin, leaving a sting so wonderful.
His hands move up my body and down both sides of my neck to my jawline. He kisses me hard while his cock fucks me.
“Move up.” He breaks away and instructs me.
I move up his body with my pussy hovering over his mouth. I feel his tongue lash out as he runs it through. His Arms wrap around my thighs and he pulls me against his mouth. His tongue teasing my clit. I lean forward and place my arms on my pillows while he swallows me whole.
His tongue darts in and out of me, then I feel pressure again on my clit, and the sensations are getting overwhelming. I lean up and his arms reach and grasp my breasts again while he eats me from below.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Eat my pussy. Just like that. Yeah.” I moan.
Shocked at how vocal I’m being. I hear him groan in pleasure, with his hands moving to my hips to guide my movements.
“Use my face. Use my face.” I press against his face, with his tongue lapping me up. “Yeah, use me.”
I move as his hands hold me down. I’m about to come, but I want to savor as much of this as I can and move down his body again.
His lips taste like me as I kiss him.
His cock feels perfect while it fucks me.
And his heart is mine, as he loves me.