His Foreign Love

Chapter 2

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"I'm not the whiskey you want,
I'm the champagne you can't afford..."

London, England.

It was early yet beautiful morning. The sun was bright, sunlight was warm but not harsh. The level of noise pollution was less compared to the other parts of a day. Everyone were out for their works and morning exercises while two bodies tangled with each other were sleeping peacefully like then don't have any work to do in the world. Their stark naked bodies pressed to each other completely under the thin, silk duvet.

Suddenly someone's phone started ringing and echoing in the whole room making the both of them to shuffle at their places. A groan came out of someone's throat and due to the softness in that voice it was clear that it was from the female. The phone kept ringing, which made her annoyed and she stretched her hand out to find her phone at the bed side table but instead of getting into her hands the phone tossed down the table which made her to curse loudly.

"Fucking hell!" the female cursed out loudly in her annoyed voice and with heavy heart she sat up on the bed.

She held the thin duvet to her naked chest and bent her half body down to pick her phone up. As soon as her hand caught the hold of the phone she sat up straight on the bed and took the phone to her ear after receiving it. Her eyes closed due to sleepiness in them. She felt a hand crawling between her thighs but she glared and slapped away from her thighs.

"Who is this?" She asked nonchalantly without looking at the caller ID. The person from the other side spoke something which made her eyes shoot open.

"Are you kidding me, Em?" she yelled on the phone and started to look for her clothes which were lying on the floor and she remembered that how she practically teared them from her body due to being so much needy.

"I'll be there in half an hour until then you take care of everything. I'm on my way back to home." the female said hanging up the phone and was about to get up from the bed but a hand shot out and pulled her on the bed. She fell flat on the male who was sleeping a while ago but then he was wide awake.

"Good morning, love." the male said trying to snuggle into her neck but she pushed him hastily.

"No it's not the time Jayden! I will be late for the meeting if not leave right now from here." She said pushing herself up from the bed and collected her clothes hurriedly while Jayden sat up a little with the support of his elbow admiring the naked beauty in front of him. Dark desire was thick in his eyes.

"When will we meet again, Jess?" Jayden asked the female who was none other than the infamous Jessica Jones. She was busy wearing her clothes and didn't pay any heed to him but his words surely fell into her ears.

"Don't act as if we are in some relationship, Jayden. Don't act like you are my boyfriend. You know whatever we have is casual with no strings attached. I'm busy this week so I can't tell when we are doing it again." She said combing her hair with her hands while Jayden had his jaw clenched at her words.

"Then why I can't be your boyfriend? We do sex twice a week Jess and I always do what you want. I genuinely care for you. Then what's the problem in being into the relationship?" Jayden said not hiding his disappointment from her because he was tired of being her fuck buddy.

"What has gotten into you in early morning? Jayden I have already cleared this shit with you. I'm not looking for a relationship and never will so stop trying to look at the chances of becoming my boyfriend, you get that?!" Jessica yelled not looking at him but searching for something in her purse and she finally found her lipstick.