ADELEWe eventually arrive to our destination. Lo and behold, he has brought me to the place i've been dying to go to for ages! The scent of fresh italian food invades my nose. Im so excited to finally try this place out.
His hand captures mine before leading us towards our table. We're sat in a booth so there's a much more cozy vibe.
The waiter approaches our table before handing us our menus and assuring he'll return to take our orders. This place is so cozy, I love it. While we wait for the waiter to arrive with our wine, we make small talk to get the conversation flowing. It's such an odd setting to be in. Usually, our conversations flow easily- naturally even. But now we're in more of a formal setting, it's harder to do that. To loosen the atmosphere, Rich- once again, places his hand on my inner thigh. However, this time I don't make any attempts to stop him. Instead, I glare at him with knowing yet seductive eyes, tormenting him. There is a pause in the moment when the waiter arrives with our wine.
"Thank you." Rich says with a polite smile.
His decorum and respect awakens something inside of me. He can be so kind and respectful, but the complete opposite in bed. I suppose
I could get the best of both worlds. But as I said, there's a ban on sex - for now.Rich pours me a glass, the delicate act has my mouth watering. I take a small sip from it, making sure my eyes are concentrated on him the entire time. I want him to endure the suffering I feel every time he places his hand on my thigh- thinking it's nothing. I see his visible frustration when his jaw clenches. He's completely transparent. I know that if he doesn't kiss me now, he's going to be thinking about it for the rest of the date.
However, I know he doesn't want to give me the satisfaction. Therefore, he holds it in for the remainder of the date.
Having said that, the rest of our date consisted of sultry looks, laughter and pure joy. At the end of our date, he makes no question of who's to pay. Instead, he places his card on the bill, not even giving me a chance to protest. I feel like i'm being treated like a princess, it's almost too good to be true.
Once the bill is paid, he leads me out of the restaurant via his hand. He leads us to the car where he opens the door for me, once again.
Once we've both settled in the car, I'm quick to grab his hand and place it in my lap. He seems content for me to do so as he looks at me with a warm smile. The rest of the journey is mostly silent besides the occasional comment however, it's peaceful.
We arrive at my house and immediately I can assume where he wants to go with this. I can't say I would deny it either which is the problem. He gets out of the car, not saying a word only to then open my door for me. Are these acts of kindness all just to get into my bed? I think to myself.
I get out of the car and walk towards the front door, without saying a word. The thought that's levitating around my mind is simply making my blood boil.
"Del." Is the remark he makes before he grabs my hand as I reach for my keys to open the door.
"I know why you've done all this. So you can get back in my bed. I thought you said you were done with casual sex?" I manage to spit out with a spec of disgust in my tone. I cannot believe I was led on by this pathetic excuse of a man.
"You've got it all wrong, Del."
"Cut the bullshit Rich! And stop with that stupid fucking nickname." Deep down I love it but I can't let him know that.
"Would you just shut up and let me talk?" His frustration is clear and quite frankly, i'm taken aback by his words. My expressions soften slightly when I notice a tear trying to escape from the corner of his eye.
"I did all this to show I'm willing to try for something real with you. You clearly haven't noticed my attraction to you over the past few years. Even when you were with Simon, all I wanted was you and I mean the real you. Your anger, your happiness, your frustration, your sadness, your insecurities and your love. I don't want some meaningless sex, I want the passionate love-making all night that leaves us breathless. I want us yearning for each other instead of oxygen. That seems like far too much to ask for with a regular woman but you're no regular woman, Adele. I see so much potential in us so why are you giving up on something that hasn't even started?" His words have resulted in me sobbing on my front porch. I've never heard someone say something so incredibly touching before. Never mind that, i've never heard someone think so highly of me.
"What about Simon, I mean- you two are friends! Does that not seem completely insane to date your best friend's ex-wife?"
He shuts me up with a kiss full of passion and desire, not lust. It's not rushed, it's us enjoying the taste of each other, hoping it would last forever. Our lips move against each others in a syncopated rhythm, a spark clear between us. It causes my stomach to churn in an incredible way.
"Is that enough to prove how much I want you, Del?"
My expression softens, slightly.
"I think it's pretty good." I smile, genuinely.
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A/N
Sorry to toot my own horn but I'm quite confident this is one of my best chapters yet.
The dynamic of the relationship is starting to come together and I'm so glad.Thank you for reading.
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FanfictionAdele, 35, meets Rich Paul, 40. Revenge is sweet like honey and so is... "Rich.. this is wrong." "It's wrong but feels so right."