Mr.Carter

8

I tear up a little bit while hearing a little part of her life story. She's a very strong woman for managing to get through all of these things that life is throwing at her. She still manages to put a smile on her face. Well, sometimes.

This explains why she was crying when I saw her at the restaurant the day of Eli and Karen's engagement party. She is suffering and broken on the inside and out. She's been fighting to stay in that dump by working 24/7 just to pay that landlord. The rats there are almost the size of a cat.

   If I was in her position, I would've sold crack or possibly rob banks and people. You walk on the street with a purse in your hand, I'm stealing that shit. Fuck your benefits. Should've put that shit in your pockets. (A/N: lmaooo)

   That's why she's strong. She's not doing the things I would've done for a living. She's amazing. Heck, stronger than me mentally. I look over to her once we stop at a red light. She was gazing outside the window. I put my hand on her knee as comfort, "Everything will be ok." She faces me and feigns her smile.

   Well that didn't cheer me up. I want a real smile. The one I saw at the fair and in my house. That smile where her perfect teeth are showing.

   I guess it was faith when she first walked into the café where the bet started. Faith when I ran into her during the phone call. Faith when my heart kept telling me to wait for her tonight. Damn, this shit is crazy. The bet wasn't supposed to be like this at all. I was just supposed to fuck and leave, but now she's living with me. Heck, I have plenty of rooms available, and areas she'll like.

   We finally arrive to my place. The gate opens as we are greeted by one of my guards. I park my car. We get out. I grab her luggage. "You know you don't have to do this right?" She sniffs.

    "I know, but I want to. Can't have you sleeping out there." I lead her to the door and unlock it. We enter the house.

"If you're hungry, I have some food my mom sent me on the stove." I put her luggage down and lead her into the kitchen. I took out two plates and hand her one.

"You don't know how to cook, don't you?" She asks.

"Raman noodles." I chuckle.

She laughs. Now that's what I want to see. That pretty laughs/smile of hers. "And you're single because?" She asks. "You obviously need a girl around here to cook for you."

True.

I shrug. "I'm not ready for commitment yet." I say truthfully. She nods. "Why are you single?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I don't know. I guess that I'm not attractive enough and most of them only want me for one thing and one thing only. Sex."

"I find you attractive." I take a spoon to my mouth and so does she. I can tell she was blushing. She looks down at her plate and smiles. I smile also. She is very attractive. Sexy from head to toe. Can't say anything about the sex because that's what I want her for.

"Thanks." She says. "But why are guys like that. Always about sex?" She asks.

"It's a man thing. We need it and it's girls job to provide it."

She rolls her eyes playfully. "You guys need to learn how control your hormones." She giggles.

By the way she's talking; I can tell she's a virgin. Most girls would've fucked their landlord to stay at their home and pay less, but she didn't. Respect. "You're a virgin aren't you?"

"You can tell huh?" I nod. "Well I'm saving it for a guy who deserves to see my freaky side... Not that I know about my freaky side."

Damn, that's cute. Way different from a lot of girls. This makes the bet even harder.

Will I ever get to see her freaky side? "Oh, so you have a freaky side?" I say in a flirtatious way.

"Doesn't everybody?" She asks.

I nod. "Yeah." It just takes the right people to bring it out of them; well for most people. Others were born freaky.

We stay there and talk for a good amount of time. She even washed the dishes, when I told her not too. She said it's the best she can do, since she's staying here till she can get back on her two feet. She even offered to help pay the bills around here, but she and I both know that, that job of hers doesn't pay her enough money.

After I take her up to her room. I wanted her to sleep with me, but I knew she wouldn't take it, so I gave her the room next to mine. Not big as mine but it had a flat screen, a closet big enough for her clothes, a bathroom down the hall. I helped her unpack and hang her clothes in the closet while he put her underwear and stuff into drawers.

She walked in the bathroom, leaving me fix her clothes. At first, I insisted on leaving, but then she came back out with booty shorts on and a tank top. I want to stay. Damn, this girl is teasing me and she doesn't even know it. The way those booty shorts make her ass pop out and that tank top with her boobs. Even with no bra on, her boobs are perky.

I can feel my erection harden.

"Oh my." She says a little startled. "I didn't mean for you to hang everything up by yourself." She walks up to me. "Thank you." She walks in front of me with her back facing me. I look down at that ass of hers before she looks at me.

And just as she turns around, I quickly lift my head up.

Right now, I just want to pick her up and bring her to my bedroom, since there's condoms in there and sex her real good. I wonder if she's doing this on purpose. She should know how a guy feels when there's a girl partially naked in front of them. Then again, she's a virgin. What does her pure self-know?

"It's okay." I said getting out of the walk-in closet. If I stayed anywhere near her, something will happen and she would've probably push me off of her. Can't have that happening. "Well, have a nice night." And just when I was about to walk out, she stops me. I turn around and find her coming towards me.

"Thank you." She hugs me.

I slowly wrap my arms around her. "You're welcome." I say softly against her hair. Her soft brown skin, smelling like Dove soap. I wonder if she feels how hard I am, since she's pressing hard against me.

She pulls away and looks deep into my eyes. She tip toes and lays a soft kiss upon my cheeks. I smile.

"Goodnight Damien." She smiles back.

"Goodnight Alexis." I walk out. Once she close the door, I touch my cheeks, feeling like a girl when they get kissed on her first date. Her lips felt good on my cheeks. I wonder how they'll feel against my lips. Soft, glossed lips of hers.

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What the fuck has Eli gotten me into? Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Sleeping in the same house, yet different rooms will be hard for me. I want her to sleep by my side and possibly do some cuddling that turns into sex.

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