Mission for desire

C h a p t e r F i v e

He looks so angry.

I contemplate leaving but before I know it he's slamming his glass down on the table. Looking down on me demanding to know what the fuck I'm doing here.

I haven't spoken this man in over 3 years. But my god he's fucking gorgeous.

"Why are you here dressed like that"  he spat out all while not being able to keep his eyes off of my breasts peeking out of my tightly fitted dress.

I look up at him his beautiful blue eyes looking down on me his short brown hair specked with strands of grey. His jaw tight and he's frowning at me waiting for an answer.

I can go where ever the hell I want jay.

I don't care where you go. I care about you're wearing he replies, everyone's looking at you! Cover up!.

Get fucked.

He stares at me his mouth slightly open, he always liked it when I got a bit mouthy. I always liked it when he got controlling and jealous.

I've only ever seen jay in person once. We started talking online, we met for a coffee in a little cafe in Brighton, it was purely friendship until he tried to kiss me, I kissed back for a second, panicked and pushed him away. I wasn't a cheat. I couldn't cheat. I loved my boyfriend.

I'll never forget how that one second kiss made me feel though, as soon as his lips touched mine it was like electricity and fireworks exploding all over my body, I was aching in betweenj my legs. And although I pushed him away I wanted him bad. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
Now I'm single and he's standing right in front of me.