Dear Laura 2

Chapter 7

The following morning, I woke up while Abdul was in the shower. I went to join him so that I could get ready for work. I took my pyjamas off then opened the shower.

He eyed me from head to toe with lust. His eyes smouldered while his mouth formed a smirk.

"I like how you think." He said before pulling me inside and kissing me everywhere. I was glad to know that there was no tension anymore. I embraced his new mood and let myself take the two showers; one from the showerhead and one from his kisses.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to be late for work." A giggle escaped my lips and echoed into the bathroom.

"Who cares?" He whispered into my skin.

"I do."

"You don't need that job anyway." He continued kissing my neck. I chose not to respond to his comment of me not needing the job. I was scared he would tell me to resign because he could take care of me.

He looked at me then collided his lips with mine, letting them take turns to suck on each other. He cupped my cheek then deepened his kiss, clearly showing me how much he wanted me. I mirrored his actions. We went on to kiss like that until my lips were swollen, and I felt another pulse beating far from my chest. If you get what I mean.

My hands travelled to his shoulders, then his neck, then to his hair where they buried themselves. He tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and claiming his dominance over my body. A sharp breath exited my lips and travelled into his. I wanted more, and I could tell that he felt the same.

Just as were making out, we heard a knock at the door. My place was not big so we could hear from the bathroom. He sighed in annoyance and told me to ignore it. I tried to at first, but the person persisted.

"I have to get it." I said into his mouth. He let out another sigh of annoyance before letting me go. I grabbed a towel and went to open for whoever was disturbing a good make out session.

"Oh, it's just you. What's up?"

"What's up? Mia, we are going to be late for work and you are only getting out of the shower right now?" Emma spoke in distress.

"What time is it?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

I heard Abdul's footsteps in the background.

"Ten past seven." Shoot!

"Shoot! You can drive to work; Ill find you there. I didn't notice, I am so sorry. I don't want to make you later than you already are." I told her and she did as instructed, just after telling me that she would see me at work.

"Your friend has horrible timing. She annoys me." He rolled his eyes and made his way to the bathroom, with me following behind him.

"Perfect timing actually, I'm late for work. She saved me."

"Just call in sick." He groaned.

"I cannot do that."

"Why not?" He squinted his eyes.

"I don't know, I don't have a good reason. And Emma got me the job. I do not want to seem unappreciative. She clearly saw that I was not sick."

"Emma this, Emma that. It's always Emma. You might as well go screw Emma."

He put his clothes on and stormed out of the apartment. He did that a lot; it was beginning to get exhausting. For a person ten years older than me, I did not understand why he could not communicate like a freaking adult. Storming out was not helpful in anyway and it was a vicious cycle that we had to escape before it destroyed us and what we had.