First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 15

AARON

We just had our third match and I should be over the moon.

We are in the pool phase of the FIVB Competition, where 16 teams divided into 2 groups play each other in 4 matches of six days each, 96 matches played in total and one week gap between matches. After that, 8 strongest teams move to the knockout phase, which are 7 matches of the finals.

Our game plans are amazing, the team have been playing their best, and we are on a winning streak. If we keep this up, we have a great shot at winning the cup.

I am already proud of the hard work my team is putting in, and I already know some will make the dream team. Maybe even select the MVP from our team. They deserve it.

That should make me happy, not fucking irritated. I am so pissed off at everything.

I can't be happy about the win, I can't celebrate with the guys, I can't do anything except think about Addison.

Her sweet taste is still lingering on my tongue. I shouldn't have tasted her, I shouldn't have even touched her.

I hear her little whimper and moans, I replay all her screams and sharp gasps. I still have nail imprints on the back of my neck. I can still see her astonishing face when she came all over my fingers.

My fingers can still feel her clenching around them. Her evocative scent came back to me from all these years and it's stuck with me, and god help me, I don't want to lose it again.

God, she is perfect. Everything she did, everything she is. Is perfect. She is engraved in my mind. Her moans, her intoxicating scent, everything.

Addison is the definition of flawless and a perfect woman...for me. It physically hurts, straight in my heart, that I can't tell her that everyday. She is exhilarating.

I knew it was a bad idea to do what I just did but I couldn't stop myself. Especially when she finally said 'please'. This is my real weakness apparently, and I hope no one finds out. Because if Addison said 'please' like that again I would do anything and everything she asks for.

I would bring her the freaking moon or all the sky's stars if she wanted. I just have to hear that again.

However, she is also so goddamn annoying. She really is trying to kill me, not help me. She is avoiding me. Me! I can't even remember the last time someone avoided me.

It shouldn't be a surprise to me that she's avoiding me. Addison is the only woman who doesn't look at me as another rich sports player, doesn't care about my public status, she isn't like other women that want to be with the volleyball player than be with real me.

I rush to her office and open the door. I go in and take a seat in front of her.

"You really should knock, Mr. Diaz. I think we should add some etiquette lessons with our therapy sessions."

I bite my tongue hard to stop myself from giving her an answer that proves I have very bad manners.

"You're avoiding me, doctor."

She keeps on writing her reports and does not even look at me. She isn't even acknowledging my presence. How many reports should a sports doctor write in a day? She writes a lot of those, and when I say a lot, I mean...after every session, every training and match. So...all the time.

The blood in my veins starts to boil. She is really pissing me off right now. I want to kiss her attitude away. I want to fuck that silent treatment she's giving me right out of her.

I take a deep breath and say, "I don't like to be ignored, Addison." This is getting bothersome, I want her to look at me.

She doesn't respond to that either.

"Plus, you can't fix me if you cancel our dinner and don't talk to me." I know this is cheap, but it will get her to acknowledge my presence.

She stops writing, clasps her hand together, and finally gives me a look. Her face is stone cold, she's trying to mask any emotion she is feeling, but I know that sentence upset her.

"You don't need fixing Diaz. Don't talk about yourself as if you're something broken." She looks deeply in my eyes. "Are you?"

"I'm worse."

"And what is that?"

"For the millionth time, doctor. I'm a bad person. I'm the worst person you will ever meet in your life." I simply shrug as if I didn't just tell her I deserve hell.

"If you really believe that, then prove it."

I smirk at her devilishly and say, "Don't tempt me. Doctor."

Her poker face falls, she stands up furiously and starts walking out of her office.

What just happened? Could she just leave like this? I chase after her and try to stop her.

"Doctor, stop."

I repeat it. She doesn't stop, or even slow down

"Addison stop!" she rounded the corner for the stairs, "Please!"

She stops immediately, but doesn't turn around.

My girl likes me begging too, I see.

I mentally take note that she stopped after I begged. Does that mean she can't say no to me too? Does she want me as much as I want her? Well, she is still here and not running for the hills and reporting me, after the boundaries I have crossed, so that means something. Maybe she does want me.

Or maybe, you are just that delusional, Aaron!

"I don't want to talk to you, right now."

"Please, just talk to me."

She turns so fast and I finally see her angry face, she laughs a sarcastic laugh while saying, "Talk? That is rich coming from you! You said you'd try. You said you'll talk to me. You were good for one dinner, and when one bad moment happened you pushed me away. You closed yourself off. You don't talk, Diaz. You either change the subject, turn the conversation into a joke or you...Finger fuck me on the balcony!"

She whisper-shouts the last part, and I don't know if it is the whispering, the crazy look on her face, or how frustrated she is with me, I burst into hysterical laughter. She really looks like she wants to murder me.

My back falls backwards, I hold a hand to my chest and try to control my laughter, but I can't. I really can't.

Oh my god, are those tears? This woman is the only person that got that laugh out of me. My god, this was the best moment of my life, yet.

I can't breathe. Oh, this is turning into a really good day.