Here For You (8 page)

Me: Finally out of the house, on a date, going to a restaurant with Grey :) (8:02pm)

James: Is captain douchebag driving like a good boy lol (8:03pm)

I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Who’s that?” Grey asked, annoyed.

What, I couldn’t laugh now? “It’s Emma.” I had no idea why I said Emma’s name, but I knew if I’d said James’ name he would’ve been pissed. He asked me to try and simmer the contact with James. He
was
my boyfriend and he
was
very jealous, so I was trying not to talk to James when he was around me.   

“Oh,” was all he said.

I looked back down at my phone as he cranked up the music.

Me: Yeah, he’s driving like a good boy, and be nice (8:05pm)

James: Send me a picture (8:06pm)

Me: You want a pic of Grey? (8:06pm)

Well, that was a surprise. I wondered why he wanted a photo of Grey driving?

James: WHAT!? NO, a pic of u (8:07pm)

Me: Oh, ok hold on (8:07pm)

I stretched my hand out in front of me with my phone camera facing me and clicked for a photo. I decided to stick my tongue out and cross my eyes.

“Why would you take a photo like that?” I heard Grey ask.

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I don’t know, it’s supposed to be funny.”

“Oh, you looked funny alright. Why does Emma want a picture anyways?” Could he ask me any more questions? Maybe he felt neglected. I made note to hurry with this phone thing.

“She just asked me to send her a picture is all, to see my makeup.” I focused back on my phone, realizing how easily I’d just lied to him. Now I was thinking about what James might say about the picture.

James: WOW u look fucking HOT! (8:11pm)

Me: Really? (8:12pm)

Me: I mean, thanks (8:12pm)

James: Of course really!!!!! Why, did asshole say something? Btw nice silly face (8:13pm)

I looked over to Grey. He was tapping his fingers to the beat of the music on the steering wheel. He was very well dressed in a white button up shirt, with black slacks and shiny black shoes. Lust took over me at that second; I just wanted to tell him to pull over on the side of the highway. But my phone vibrated again.

James: {photo attached} (8:14pm)

I opened the photo to see James’ silly face. His tongue was out to his left like a dog out the window and his eyes were focused on the camera, but what I noticed the most was his bare chest. There was a mirror behind him with a sign above that read ‘Gold’s Gym.’ The mirror image reflected his chiseled back. He was in perfect freaking shape. Not big like those steroid-using guys, but lean and well build. His basketball shorts hung low to show the top of his black boxer briefs. Fruit of the Loom was written in white.

“We’re almost there,” Grey said, making me jump a little. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I felt like he’d caught me in the act or something.

Me: Ummmmm looking good (8:17pm)

James: Staring at my body huh lol (8:18pm)

Me: U need a shower…Grey is looking at me weird. I’ll ttyl muahz (8:19pm)

James: Ok babes have fun on ur “date” ttyl (8:20pm)

I didn’t want to push my luck with Grey in the car.

The rest of the ride I left my phone in my bag and gave all of my attention to Grey. He explained to me the cases he was working on, well, he can’t really discuss them, but he was briefing me a little. It was all too confusing for me, but I enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was so passionate about.

We finally pulled up to a beautiful, elegant restaurant. There were a couple of guys in front of the large, golden double doors. They had on a red vest and white button up shirt underneath the vest, black dress pants and black shoes.

As soon as the car stopped there was someone on my side opening the door for me. The guy opened his hands. “May I help you out, ma’am?” he asked. I took his open palm, not wanting to be rude.

“May I take your car, sir?” the guy on Grey’s side asked.

Grey handed him the keys to his truck.

As soon as I was out of the car I thanked the guy and walked to Grey’s side.

Before walking into the restaurant the valet winked at me, making me blush. He was very cute, but he looked like one of those guys that scream bad news, so I smiled and held Grey’s hand as we walked into the restaurant.

It was absolutely beautiful. There were crystal chandeliers hanging over every two to three tables. The lighting was dim which added to the romantic feeling filling the room. As we made our way to our table we passed a few couples giggling and holding hands, making me squeeze Grey’s hand a little harder. He slightly turned to me and gave me his sexy smirk. Oh, he knew he did well.

Things have been going really good for him at work. He’d been getting case after case, which brought in the money. Sometimes he liked to spend lavishly, like, he’d just bought a $1000 watch the other day. He also mentioned something about getting a new car soon. That stuff was a waste of money (well, maybe not the car), but this right here, it was money well spent. When we got to our table there were two candles lit. One was a deep red and the other was ivory. Two wine glasses were filled with red wine, the plates were placed perfectly, and our waiter was right by the table waiting for us.

Grey went to one of the black suede chairs and pulled it out for me to sit. “Thank you so much,” I told him as I sat down. He kissed the top of my head before going to his chair.

“Hello, my name is Sammie and I will be your waiter this evening,” Sammie told us before filling us in on other stuff he had to say. I wondered if he had to say that whole thing to everyone he waited on? Grey ordered the bottle of wine we had in our glasses as I looked at the menu. I composed myself as best as I could because one of the prices of a dinner plate was $75.00.

I looked up to see Grey grinning. “Grey,” I whispered. “Why are we somewhere so expensive?” I mean, it was beautiful, but I would’ve been fine if we’d gone to a nice, simpler place. Looking around, I felt a bit out of place, and frankly, too underdressed all of a sudden.

“Pumpkin, I didn’t want to go to those other lowlife places that we’ve been to countless amounts of times.” He reached for my hands, holding them in between his. He grew up in the town where I lived, but I guess now he was too good for it. “I wanted you to feel special.” He kissed the top of my hand before letting it go.
I did feel special.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled.

I continued to smile as I heard Grey talk about his law firm again. I’d already had a couple glasses of wine in me by the time our mains arrived and I was on the verge of telling him to ‘shut the fuck up, take me home, and fuck me,’ and then his hand touched my thigh and I wanted more.

He leaned in closer to me, heightening my senses. “When we finish our food I will be having you for dessert,” he said. He licked my earlobe, sending a rush between my legs.

Let’s just say we finished our food in record time. We were both so ready for dessert. We were now speeding to his place. He didn’t live too far from the restaurant, maybe twenty minutes. The good thing about his place was that he lived alone so I didn’t have to worry about someone walking in on us. He lived in a hotel suite his father had set up for him. He moved in not long ago because his performance at work was superb.

But I couldn’t wait long enough. So as soon as the elevator closed I was all over him, my hands pulling his shirt from his pants. I ran my hands up to his hair, silently wishing he had longer hair so that I could grab it and pull him closer to me. Instead, I gripped his neck and did just that. I swore, as soon as his tongue touched mine I lost all sense of control. I was on a high of wine and lust. I wanted him, bad, and if this elevator didn’t hurry up I was going to press that emergency stop and take him here.

Fuck, he was the best fucking kisser on this planet. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth while sliding his tongue to the back of my teeth. I licked under his tongue as he let go of my lip. His hands made their way to my neck, gripping my chin to deepen the kiss. That’s when the elevator made the noise that let us know we’d reached our destination.

As soon as he opened the door our hands were all over each other again. Grey started to unzip my dress from the back as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. After finally making it to the bedroom I was beyond ready. I wanted him
bad.
I stumbled on the bed because of my shoes and he stopped, lowering himself to help me out of them. Then he laid me back and climbed on top of me, kissing my collarbone, neck, jaw, until finally capturing my mouth. My hands traveled down to unzip his pants. He moaned in my mouth as I gently bit his lip.

Before I knew it we were naked. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom, ripped it open, put it on and buried himself deep inside me. He was the only guy I had been with, so I didn’t know how big they were suppose to be, but from what Emma told me you should at least feel it in your stomach. Let me tell you, it’s the motion of the ocean. We had been ready since the beginning of the night so I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and neither was he.

“I’m going to come,” he growled out loud.

What!!!! Already? But I wasn't done yet.

All of a sudden he pulled out, he liked to be extra-cautious, even when wearing a condom. The spasm his penis was making inside the condom on my stomach turned me off, indicating he really did finish. How could he finish without asking me if I was done?

He rolled off of me. “WOW, that was great, pumpkin.”

Oh yeah, super. Good for him for having an orgasm while I am orgasm-deprived at this moment. I rolled to my side so that I was laying next him, hands on his chest. He had a small patch of dark brown hair, which I’d told him previously that he should shave off, but he refused. Maybe when he slept I’d shave it off myself.

“Yeah,” I mumbled into his neck. Perhaps if I started it again, I’d be able to finish?

Wrapping his arm around me he pinched the side of my stomach. “Baby?” he asked.

I giggled. “Hmm.”

“I think we should join a gym together. What do you think?” At that question I sat up, grabbing the blanket to cover myself. He just lied there with his hands behind his head, looking at me like he didn’t just ask that question, naked.

“What do you mean by that?”

He saw that I was serious. I was in no mood to play. He rose up on his elbow, the lower half of his body still lying down. “I didn’t mean anything.” He tried playing it off by reaching for my cheek.

I was not playing. I smacked his hands from my face. “I’m serious, Grey. What did you mean by that?”

He let out a deep breath. “It’s just you, I mean, we could get more toned. Tighten up your loose spots is all.”

Shock.

That is the only thing that was going through my mind. I had gained about three pounds in the last six months! Not that I cared, but after having sex he had the nerve to tell me that I was fat or that I need to get more toned? I was never self-conscious about my body but now…now I was. I climbed off the bed with the blanket still wrapped around me.

“Come on, baby,” he tried telling me with open arms. “Come back to bed. It was nothing.”

“Nothing, Grey? Really?” I held the blanket tighter. I swore if I didn’t breathe deep I was going to fucking blow up on this dickhead.

“It’s just my opinion. Besides, it’ll be good for you, I mean, us in the long run. I’m just being honest with you.” He was Dead. Fucking. Serious. How was it okay to basically call your girlfriend fat,
which I knew I was not
, right after sex? It wasn’t.

I gripped the sheet tighter, feeling my blood boil. I’d never snapped at Grey before but I thought tonight might be the night. I turned away from him, going into the bathroom located in his room. It was a huge bathroom, with a large tub, a nice marble sink and a matching toilet. Way too big for just one person.

I heard his footsteps behind me getting closer, but before he could come in I slammed the door and locked it.

“Come on, really? You’re going to make a big deal out of this? I fucking love your body. I’m sorry, Becca,” he said loudly, knocking numerous times.

Looking at myself in the mirror behind the door, I dropped the blanket to inspect myself. I had what I thought were decent sized C cups. Yeah, my hips were a little wider than I would have liked but at least I had a booty. Placing my hands on the spot where Grey had pinched, I felt a little more skin than usual. Why did he have to say that? Why did he just make me feel like I wasn’t sexy for him anymore?

“Come on, sweetie pie. I’m really sorry.” He sounded sincere.

Picking the blanket from the floor, I opened the door to see him in his blue boxers with both hands stretched out against the doorframe. When he saw me he dropped his hands before reaching out for me. I walked into his embrace. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He told me, kissing the top of my head.

“You shouldn’t have said it at all, Grey.” Especially right after sex, I thought.

Grabbing my arm, he pulled me away. Looking into my eyes, he said, “Look, it would be you and me together, we could get toned together and spend more time together as well. I’m sorry.”