Differently Same

Chapter 16

Terrence P.O.V

I waked as the sunlight coming from the window became too unbearable. Rubbing my eyes, i tried to adjust them to the light. Once they did, I felt a weight on my arm. I looked down to see Lenne sleeping on my arms.

I smiled. We were playing bored games when a debate about the notebook had broken out so we had to watch it to settle it. We both must've falleb asleep in between.

Gently removing her head from my arm and setting her head on the sofa pillow, I got up.

Honestly, the whole night was torture for me. Lennie was wearing my shirt. And nothing else. The shirt only reached her mid thigh, leaving her perfect creamy legs bare. And I don't know if she forgot or if she was torturing me on purpose but the top 3 buttons of her shirt or my shirt were undone. Whenever she leaned over to pick a card, her perfect breasts covered in a black laced bra were completely visible to my eyes.

I had tried my hardest to control my thoughts from going wild but a man can only handle so much. She is so fucking hot and irresistible. Her body was so murderously enticing. Everytime I looked at her, I felt like a caged animal who hadn't eaten anything and her body was my only meal. Every thing about her had turned me on. Her smile, her laugh, the way she frowned when she got a bad card, the way she blushed when I flirted with her, the way she says my name, the way she leaned over, the way she looked at me. Especially the fact that she was wearing my shirt. I wanted nothing but to ravish her petitle body right then and there.

It had gotten to a point where I had excused myself to go take a cold shower. But when I came back, it was still the same. Even looking at her now as she peacefully slept on my sofa, I wanted to fuck the day lights out of her. What was this women doing to me?

I needed to get laid.

I went to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. I only knew how to make a few dishes so they're weren't a lot of choices. I had given my chef a few days off since his mother was on her deathbed. Which reminded me, I had to go visit her.

My phone began to ring and I cussed because it was on the coffee table and it will surely wake Lennie up.

I was proven right when a second later she stepped in the kitchen, Smiled at me and handed me the phone.

I checked the caller ID to see it was Grace.

"Morning, Terrence." She said as soon as I picked up the phone.

"Morning." I said as I glanced at lennie who headed to the bathroom.

"Mr. Jones has called 3 times already asking for confirmation of the meeting." She started. "And Raymond signed the contract so congrats the deal is done. Jerry said he wanted to talk Jameson to you so he's requesting a meeting and Ashley has called six times."

I sighed. Ashley needed to understand that I don't have time for her shit right now. But Raymond deal being done was good, though. I had been working on that for a month. I took the milk out of fridge and settled it on the counter. "I'll meet Jones today. Schedule a meeting with Jerry whenever I have time." I said.

"You have time right now." Grace said. "Can you come to your office?"

I looked back at Lennie and my breath got caught in my throat.

Holy. Fucking. Mother. Of. God.

She was bent over as she was taking something out of the bottom drawer of the kitchen counter. My shirt was doing a terrible job at hidding her ass as it tightened around it. Is she realising what she's doing to me? Fuck, i need to get laid.

Thankfully, she leaned back and smiled at me whilst waving a coffee mug at me. She then walked over to the coffee machine and put the beans in. Her hair had gotten a bit on her face so she grabbed all her hair and put it on one side; revealing her long, slender neck to me like an invitation. Fuck me!

"Terrence? Are you still there?" Grace said.

"Yeah." I said, clearing my throat. For a second I had forgotten I was on the phone. "What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you were free now? I can schedule a meeting with Jerry now because you don't have an opening for a month." She stated.

"No. We'll do it later." I said and hung up.

How could she look so unbelievably sexy just standing there, waiting for coffee to be done? Was it the pregnancy? Is this sexiness the pregnant lady glow that people talk about because DAMN. She has to stop or I won't be able to control myself.

She looked back at me and smiled again. "Hey, Terry. I thought I'd make decaf. I hope you don't mind." She said.

Was she purposefully saving my name like that? "No, don't worry about it" i said and cleared my throat in an attempt to clear the images and thoughts in my head. "I'm making grilled cheese. That's the only thing I know how to make so you'd have to like it."

She chuckled softly and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You know, i can make us breakfast if you want. You would just need to tell me where everything is."

"No, don't worry about it. I got this." I said. "And if you hate it, we'll go out and eat."

"You have to at least let me help. I feel like a free loader."

"It's grilled cheese lennie. There's not much to do."

She chuckled again. "I can make you coffee then."

I looked at the coffee machine and then back at her. "That's just pressing a button."

She frowned. "Well, I can't just sit here and watch you cook. I feel weird." She said getting up. "I'll make us something healthy for the side. A salad or something. What kind of vegetables do you have?"

I tried to think but the chef does all the grocery shopping so I had no idea. I turned around to open a couple of cabinets to figure it out. She came to my side and started opening cabinets too find stuff, realising that I don't know anything about kitchen work.

The she smiled that lovely yet sexy smile at me.

I knew then and there that i liked this woman. I wanted her in way more ways than one.