What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Our Third Meeting

"I hope you still remember me from both times..." Joell looks up at me with her face a blast of emotions she can't hide; eyes shining in hope as the question slips off her light shade of red lips.

The one AirPod I left inside my ear is buzzing in irritation and annoyance. I was on guard and keeping my eyes muscled up, very hard not to look at the position of her hands.

'I hope you still remember me from both times...' I remember back; the way her body felt in my arms, the way she smelled like pine trees and tasted like my least favorite flavor of alcohol.

Yet I couldn't stop exploring every inch of her, kissing every hidden possible non-existing freckle of her skin, I couldn't stop wanting to drink more of her body. Of the flavor, I disliked an alcohol being.

Thinking back to the mall, I remember being surprised running into her... She was having a good time, munching on cookies and sipping hot coffee with El.

"Uncle, the pretty lady helped me. Don't be mean to her, too." I remember him pointing aggressively at me when I had taken him away from her to lecture him about stranger danger.

In the middle of memories coming back to me, I see Joells' hands squeezing her boobs as if they were stress balls.

"Boss, El fell asleep," Sameral, one of my closest assistants, excuses himself into the awkward atmosphere where a question lay unanswered in the air.

"You also have some place of importance awaiting you." He finished. I nodded before preparing myself to stand up.

"Excuse me, Miss," I looked at Joell's tag, in a manner of unknowing.

"Novak, thank you for your hospitality. My apologies in advance, for I can not answer your question as you'd wish. I don't recall any memory of meeting you." I was just outside the seating when I was pushed forward into the edge of the table, looking down, a sleepy guy was hugging my leg.

"Meanie uncle. Joell kept me saved and fed while you only enjoyed yourself at the mall." El was wetting my suit pants with his running drool. I held out my hand for Sameral to pass me an extra cloth for me to clean the boy's mouth instead.

"Is that so? Have you thanked her properly?" I picked him up. It seems he has cooled his anger toward me, maybe because he's now a sleepy hamster. He kept shaking his face off my shoulder pads, snuggling into it.

"Don't dirty your uncle, I have an important meeting, you dirty hamster," I whispered the nickname only for El to hear, cleaning his mouth, as I looked to Sameral at the mention of an important meeting, who was checking the time and nodding to me.

When I looked back at Joell, she looked both confused and upset. It's hard to differentiate between the two. The longer I stared at her, looking into space or awing at El, the clearer the confused expression appeared.

She went behind the register before walking up to me, head down, counting bills in her hand, and a receipt. When she looked up again, I could easily tell off the fake smile, that's just child's play to recognize. However, I wasn't prepared for what she would give; I had forgotten the mention of the bill.

Thinking back, I was in quite a rush, so I paid for everything at the bar.

"Thank you for that night, my apologies for the trouble." In her hand, pushed towards me, held dollars and coins, added up on top of the familiar name on the receipt.

I looked at the hamster on my shoulder, remembering to later tease the kind of face he was making, but he had fallen asleep, mouth drooling once again. I push up the cloth to his mouth while shaking my head at Joell. I smiled a fake one back.

"You must have misunderstood. I didn't take care of the bill to be paid back, and—" I looked to Sameral, who looked ready to go.

"Time appears to be running out. I suppose it was nice to meet you again?" Her hand was left in the air, her face twitching to scowl or make an expression of an odd emotion, but she let the fake smile stay before putting the money and receipt in her back pocket, her then free hand pressed to her side.

"You're being too rough..." She barely formed a sentence or two before moaning, my hands on her waist tightened as she moaned roughly. I smirked at the cause of her half-cut off moan being my doing.

"Does pain excite you?" I lick her lips, helping her open them so I could lock those moans in her throat, before making her breathe out desperately for air.

My hips never stopped deep thrusting into her, neither did my lips that flatter lightly on her skin, down the sides of her neck, teasing her nipples.

"Augh—ahh—... st.. stop, don't tease...!" She gripped my hair, pushing me closer to the nipple she wanted bitten and sucked on, though desperate, her grip was too light, and her actions too weak.

"What do you want? Joell," I exhale on her lips, feeling one of her boobs in my hand, teasing her by also tightening my grip on her hips. I clenched my teeth when I felt her tightening on me.

"Tell—... Aslan. Call me sweetly by that name. Shall I make you feel good?" I wanted her to know my name. To remember it as I have hers.

The doorbell clicked and clacked as I walked out of the café.

The gentle wind of the day waved the light curls of the little hamsters whose dried pool of saliva I was cleaning off my suit. Shivering, he was cuddled up warmly in Sameral's arms.

"How much time until the meeting?" I asked, tossing the cloth in the bin we walked by.

"Half an hour, take 30 minutes to finish the papers that delayed you." I just nodded.

"Make me feel good!—... Aslan... bab-" The remaining memory of that night cut off before I could re-enter the paradise of alcohol and both of our sweaty bodies.

Not my preference at all.