Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Two - Stolen Stares

SCARLETT'S POV
It had been several days since that one night stand with Chris, with no outreach or tracking down. And honestly, it was nice. There was no commitment, no drama, no relationship bullshit. It was a one night stand, and that was all. Still something that kept me entertained, the thought of my ankles by his head. Him gripping onto my thighs... I felt like I was biting my lip so hard it'd bleed onto the stencil paper I was working with.

"Good morning, Scar!" Hailey was rather chipper this morning. She placed an iced coffee from Starbucks on my desk for me as I prepared for my first appointment of the day.

"Thanks, you didn't have to get me a coffee, though. You're not my assistant, you know." I reminded her. She shrugged and sipped from her coffee.

"I know, I just knew you had a long day ahead of you. I am after all the one that does your scheduling." She was right about that. People were getting their tax refunds, and the moment they saw that money come through they called the shop. I had back to back sessions, 10am-10pm. It was my own fault, though. I told her just to book me back to back. "Oh, you also had a cancellation. It was Kelsi for 12pm, so you may get lunch after all!"

"You didn't schedule anyone in her place?" I asked. Hailey shook her head, and in that moment she was my hero. I was going to need that lunch. My first appointment of the day came in shortly after I unlocked the doors, and we hit the ground running. I played my music as she stayed silent with her earbuds in her ears. I honestly was glad when people did that, especially today. I was not in the mood to talk to people for twelve hours straight. By the time I finished her intricate floral piece it was already lunch time, and fuck I was starving, but mainly just wanted more coffee. I looked at my Apple Watch  and grabbed my purse. There was a Starbucks just down the block, so I figured I'd walk down there to get some coffee and something to eat. It wasn't too terribly busy, just a few college students here and there and your typical customers. I ordered my food and my coffee and took a seat, scrolling through my phone. My inboxes were once again filled with inquires, so I began to answer those. It wasn't long before I realized I had to head back to the shop, though. As I walked back with my head buried in my phone I bumped into someone hard on the sidewalk. My coffee splashed all over me, and the man I bumped into immediately started apologizing profusely.

"It's okay, really," I assured him as I looked up. Oh fuck, it was Chris. I wonder if he even recognized me. "I should have been looking at where I was going. It's my fault." He looked down at me, probably trying to place where he knew me from. "I gotta go, I have appointments. It was nice to see you again!" I shouted as I ran off to the shop. He stayed standing there, watching as I ran off. Once I got back to the shop, it was straight back to it.

As Hailey and I were locking up that night she informed me she was going to a party, and urged me to come with her. I sighed, and begrudgingly agreed. I really and truly was not a partier, but she was, and we did practically everything together. Despite my exhaustion, we headed straight to the party. It was pretty low key, not whole lot of people around. Some of the people there were people from the bar the other night, so I wasn't too terribly uncomfortable. We stood there talking and fucking around, then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face who it was.

"I thought that was you! I'm so sorry about earlier when I bumped into you. You seemed pretty busy, like you didn't have time for that." I laughed a little and shook my head. He was right about that, I didn't have time for that. 

"I didn't, truly, but it's okay. Really." He obviously felt bad for it. I started to head towards a table to get another Coke, and Chris followed. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, not knowing what to say next. It was almost as if he felt like he had to say something since our hook up, but honestly he didn't have to. It was a one night stand.

"Chris, you don't have to say anything or even acknowledge my existence. I promise. It was a one night stand, people do it all the time." He seemed as though he wasn't sure what to say to that so he nodded his head and walked away. However, his eyes said a lot more as he glanced over at me. Our stolen stares said a lot more than anyone was saying at this party, and they were loud, practically shouting across the backyard of what all he wanted to do, how he wanted me to be bent over that table we had just been standing at. Eventually, I glanced at him and wandered into the house. Chris looked around him and followed me in, and we went into a room. I looked around, and realized that there was no bed. Just a pool table. Chris locked the door and slammed me against it, placing his hand on my neck. I gasped, shocked by his action, and he crashed his lips on to mine. Our tongues fought for dominance, and eventually he pulled back admiring the mess he made out of me. We backed up to the pool table, and he bent me over it, then pulled my skirt up and spread my legs by kicking my feet to either side. He didn't waste any time and went straight in, pulling my hair lightly as he railed into me. "Put your hands behind your back, baby girl," he made his demand. I did so, and he gripped on to my wrists, locking them there as if his hand was acting as handcuffs. Chris' other hand was holding onto my hip to help bounce me on his cock. This was a man that knew what he was doing, and exactly how to hit that spot. I bit my lip hard as I tried my best to hold in every scream from pleasure, every moan, every heavy breath, in fear of being heard. No one could know about this, it was our dirty little secret. He pulled out, then whipped me around and forced me down on to my knees. Chris ran his thumb along my bottom lip, then placed it in my mouth. I sucked his thumb and he smirked.

"Good girl, now open your mouth, you know what to do," I opened my mouth and licked his tip, driving him crazy practically. He again came onto my tongue, and I had no choice but to swallow it, which pleased him to see. After he came we straightened our clothes up, and walked out of the room separately to be sure no one saw us, and as to not raise any flags. No one could know.