My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

"COMING!" I shouted, as I heard a knock on my door

Show finished airing- I want to go home. WHO is actually annoying me now at this time.

I walked over to the door, to see it was Alistair with cups in his hand filled with the very same cocktails he made earlier.

If I'm being honest, I actually forgot about the comment I made earlier about his madras cocktails. But this was really nice of him that he remembered and made me another one.

He doesn't need to know that I forgot though.

"You remembered!" I beamed at him, allowing him to come into my dressing room, closing the door behind him as his hands were occupied

"How could I ever forget" Alistair said, placing the cocktails on the desk

I went over to the desk, taking up the cocktail, swirling the straw around the cup, before bringing the straw to my lips to drink it.

"Mhm it's really nice, but it's not as strong as before" I noticed

"I didn't want to make the drink that strong, you'd be driving" Alistair said, taking a sip of his cocktail as well

"Aw how thoughtful of you- wait you were trying to get us drunk on set!" I pointed out

"Were we drunk though?..." Alistair narrowed his brows at his question

"The alcohol did hit me, but like a little bit the minute we ate the fritters, that tipsy feeling went away-" I told him "- what about you, didn't the alcohol hit you?"

"I would say the tiniest bit- you drank a lot when we were together, would you consider yourself a lightweight or heavyweight?"

"Drank a lot? Says you, your breath smelt like nothing but cigarettes and whiskey whenever we were together!" I pointed out

"And yours smelt like weed and wine!" Alistair fired back

"Oh please you loved it really" I rolled my eyes sarcastically taking another sip

"Who said that?" Alistair questioned me with amusement "plus you haven't answered my question as yet"

"Heavyweight and I'll answer yours for you, I'm guessing- no, I know you're an heavyweight too"

"Err guess again" Alistair made an error noise

"Oh wow really, you've been laying of the alcohol I see" I rose my brows in shock

"I'm lying to you Harriott"

"I knew it!" I exclaimed "not us bonding over being alcoholics"

"I know, it's not right, we need to get counselling..." Alistair laughed "...in all seriousness I like that we can bond together"

"Oh really..." I put my drink down

"Yes really, we're not arguing like we used to..."

"Can I just remind you that it was you that caused all the arguments"

"I know..." was all Alistair could say

"Well..." I could sense myself becoming shy "...I like that we can bond together too...without the arguing of course" we both laughed

I could sense the heat of tension that was forming between us, as I gradually found myself a bit closer to Alistair than normal. I don't know, this moment was giving massive Deja Vu vibes for me and I couldn't quite snap out of it. Neither could he- we were both lost in the awe with each other.

Alistair's eyes started to turn that beautiful shade of green that I once liked. I felt myself leaning closer to him, our lips were literally so close. It was like we wanted to hesitate this feeling that was trapped with one another, but neither of us bothered to pull away.

Our lips finally touched, as I watched his eyes closed, making me follow pursuit. It felt so right but it was so wrong. I haven't touched his lips since I was 21. Moreover I didn't think this moment between us would happen again.

If you were to tell me last week that kissing Alistair would be on my bingo card, I would've laughed nastily in your faces.

The kiss grew deeper, turning the session into a making out session. It got nastier- he forced his tongue down my throat as I did the same, fighting for dominance. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as one of my hands ached to rub my fingers through his dark brown hair. Alistair worked his hands to my ass, gripping and spanking it, as I whimpered in pleasure at the intensity we were sharing.

Alistair removed his lips from mine, bringing them to my neck, as he sucked and licked every crevice of my exposed skin.

Now I could tell Alistair was trying to get me naked, and as much as that sounds fun, we're not doing this here and that's when it all clicked in my head that he was a married man at that. He can't be igniting these feelings with me at all.

"Alistair..." I breathed out

"Hmm..." he hummed, while still leaving trails on my neck and chest

"You're married..." I reminded Alistair, causing him to stop in his tracks

"Right..." he released a dry cackle, hesitating to break away from me at first "...so...how was therapy..." Alistair quickly changed the subject from

"Therapy? Therapy it was good..." I patted down my dress

"That's good to hear. Who did you speak to?" Alistair asked, sorting out the hair that I ruffled through not too long ago

My Bad...

"His name was Dr Rashid"

"Oh he still works there?"

"Wait you had him as your therapist?" I asked

"Yes I did, and if his memory is that great based on the amount of people he's spoken to, he will definitely know who you are..."

"You spoke about me that much in therapy?" I lowkey got a little bit gassed

"Don't flatter yourself that much Harriott, you'll probably do the same, I played a big role in your life- which wasn't a good thing might I add" my face told it all when Alistair corrected himself very quickly

No because what do you mean "I played a big role in your life", as if it was for good reasoning. If we want to be real, if I had never met him, i probably wouldn't even be in this situation but here the fuck we are.

"I was going to say" I expressed, causing him to chuckle

"When is your next session?"

"Next week Tuesday"

"Oh okay, they've fast tracked you very quickly"

"For the amount of money that I'm paying for, they better be" I told him

From being all up in each other's grill, we were now spaced apart, opposite each from one side of the room to another. No matter how far apart we were or how we acted as if nothing had happened, that tension was hot. Hot like hell.

I can't believe he did that. I can't believe I did that. He needs to get out before it becomes a very horny problem that he may need to fix.

It was just stares of lust between us. I wanted to know what he was thinking in his mind as much as I wanted him to know what I was thinking. Knowing what goes on in his dirty mind of his, he probably has a head start of all the things he wants to do me right now.

"The things I want to do to you..."'Alistair spoke in a deeper tone as his eyes started to dim due to his sexual desires, arousing me

And I was about to fall for it.

"And I'll see you tomorrow Alistair" I walked over to the door, so he could see his way out

Alistair made his way to the door, never taking his eye contact of me.

"I'll...see...you...tomorrow...Iman..." Alistair spoke very slowly, with every step he took as he got closer to me

Fuck