Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 73

RACHEL

While still in Ezra's office, I turn around to see him standing by the door, and take off my suit jacket and unbutton my shirt one button at a time. Instantly his eyes widened as seeing my lace white bra from Victoria's Secret, slowly walked to him; he sat down on the armrest of the couch, opened up his legs and his fingers found their way to my pants button, and lips lathered together "Are you sure?" he mumbles inside my mouth, I just nod yes before either of us say another word.

"Yes," I quickly reply, and immediately it sets him off to slam me on it as an unbuttoning shirt to display every ink on his sculpted, tattooed chest and my stomach drops. God, I miss him and the burning sensation of heat in the pit of my stomach he always gives, "I miss this," he tells me as digging his lip into my neck, and kissing the spot below my earlobe just to drive me off the wall then, slowly drags his fingers down my stomach to my panties and shoving two or three finger in me, "Come on my –".

"Stop, please," I beg him, and he does; Touching his skin, smelling his cologne feels so right but so wrong, "What's wrong?" he asks as pushing himself up and backs away. As I button my pants, look up at him watching every move I make, "Turn around. Please," I ask nicely.

"It's not like I've never seen you naked,".

He has a point but still, "Please,".

Ezra rolls his eyes, grabs his shirt, puts it back on along with his black suit jacket; I button up my shirt as an idea comes in my mind, "Okay, I'm good. Bye," I quickly say as I rush to the door and to the hallway.

"Hey!" he catches up to me, "Rachel," and steps in front of me, signs, "Want to talk about what happened in there?" he asks whisper when looking around us and I shake my head, "No. we almost had," I clear my throat in guilt, "sex that didn't so just pretend it didn't happen," I beg of him but lie to make to myself. He clenches his jaw in frustration, "Also, you forgot these in there," he holds out my hand and places my white panites back to me and my cheeks turn a shade of red, "Oh. Sorry," I grab and shove them into my pants pocket. I walk with the shade of red in my face growing, the side of shame in my legs of not feeling them, and the side of revenge rushing through me with an idea.

...

I go back to my office dragging guilt and shame behind me like a leash but I guess it's what I deserve for almost hooking up with Ezra; but he didn't have a chance to even get a hard erection or to win at this playing game. I sat down in my chair and looked through the desk drawers to find an envelope and jackpot, I did. I neatly fold my panties and shove them inside with a note.

'We miss you taking or ripping us with your fingers or teeth. – R' and end it with a kiss stain of shade light pink.

Once I sealed the envelope, there's a sense of evilness crawling inside of me yet, I doubted of what the fuck I am doing? Not even a few weeks ago, this man, not even a boy, broke your heart in millions of little pieces and now you are mailing a pair of your underwear. Karama' is a fucking devil bitch.

I go over to Jade, handing her the scandalous envelope that addresses someone who needs some revenge, sweet revenge, "Can you please give these to Mr. Miller. As soon as possible," I tell her.

"You can actually give this to him yourself, he's not busy," she utters, pointing at his office, his windows sheds are up. He's looking at his view when I'm looking at my view of his ass. I take a hard swallow, it's only been a few minutes since we almost hooked up but I denied, "No thank. Please give it to him. It's important," I say and walk back.

I sit back at my desk when a sudden cold breeze comes in my office, as my skin rushes through the heat inside me as nerves kick in or wondering what his facial expression was when opening it. The thought of him biting his lower lips, eyes dilated, makes me shaft in my seat and rubbing uncomforbale fabric of my cotton pants together to remove pressure in me with nothing being shield against it.

Focus Rachel! Focus Rachel!

I repeat to myself over and over until I can finally catch my breath; I clean my desk a little, place the unedited manuscripts to the side with something falling down on the floor, pick it up and it has 'To Rachel' written on it.