(*insert Cardi B's song Lick 👅)After checking and posting updates on my Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, I run through my inbox and send my man Arod a text. He tells me what he's up to and that he can't wait to get home sooner. Five days seem unusually too long for me and I'm getting bored without him around. Plus, we weren't so intimate since the holidays last year.
I'm in a car with my driver and my bodyguard, heading to the studio to meet up with my manager Benny Medina. I'm having a photoshoot for my Kohl's Collection and today is the schedule for the shoot.
Before I finally lock my phone and slip it to my bag, I think of scrolling to some of my conversations. Few of the recents are of course from Arod, Benny, Leah.. then Ryan. I wonder what he's doing right now.
iMessage from Me > Ryan: What's up?
After sending that very text, I eventually regret it. Why would I even care what he's up to? Who knows, he's having sex with her girlfriend right now then I just had destructed them.
But quickly I receive a reply.
iMessage from Ryan > Me: Hmm nothing much. How about you Ms. Lopez?:)
Since we haven't arrive yet, I type a reply to him. Maybe it's not that bad if I'll chitchat with him for some time. We're just friends anyway and that's what other normal friends do.
iMessage from Me > Ryan: Bored.
I don't know if he'll solve that problem but I told him anyway.
iMessage from Ryan > Me: How about come to my place, pick you up now?
That is a good offer since Arod will still be back on Wednesday. But wouldn't I be cheating on him? No it's not cheating. You're just going out with a friend and that's all. You're not doing things that more than friends would do.
iMessage from Me > Ryan: After my photoshoot. Is 11am okay?
How selfish of me to make him wait. But I still have some more important stuffs to do but I really want to hang out with him too.
iMessage from Ryan > Me: Got it Ms. Lopez;)
An inevitable smile forms on my lips. I immediately put my phone in my bag as my driver stops the car when we arrive at the destination. This photoshoot thing needs to be finished as soon as possible 😏👏
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Ryan Guzman's POV
"Hmm.. so good.." Jennifer mumbles under her breath. She looks so satisfied with what I'm giving her.
"You like it?"
"Oh Ryan.. it's so good." She says putting down her fork. "What do you call that?"
"It's Coq au vin. It's a French food and I saw it in one of Julia Child's show." I explain.
"And this one is my own version of Italian Pasta Carbonara. I've been making my own version of it for the 4th time already but I still can't get the perfect proportion of the ingredients."
"You should name it something that derives from your own name. Something like.. Pasta Carbonara ala Guzman," she chuckles.I chuckle along her suggestion. "That's a good one Ms. Lopez. Try it."
"How long have you've been in love with cooking?" she asks.
"I don't know. I just had ran through some kitchen magazine, tried following the recipes, then there.. I enjoy making foods that are difficult to prepare. I like being challenged. Come on try the Carbonara, can't wait for you to critique my work!"
Jennifer laughs again, "You're certainly pigging me, Ryan! I still have a photoshoot due next week but okay.."
She tries the "Pasta Carbonara ala Guzman" and I hope she's not faking her reaction.
"Hmm..so good.."
"Really? Whoah thanks!"
She eats some more. "Oh god Ryan it's so good.." She looks at me while licking her lips.
"Jen you gotta stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?" She plays innocent in her voice and facial expression. Being the actress herself.
"All that sooo good and ooh and that licking thing. It makes me horny."
Well, better be honest cause I'm just a man.
"Then you should not cook me delicious foods if you don't want me to go on like that, Mr. Guzman." She says, adding her infamous laugh again. "And.."
She comes near me and whispers.
"I can lick all I want.."And winks at me.
I feel more uneasy.
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Lust and Love
FanficHe's still haunting me. He's constantly creeping into my dreams. He's still in my wild fantasies. He can still make me feel ecstasy like he always did. He's still my most favorite nightmare. A nightmare that I know someday would crash me into pieces...