When it Happened *(Completed) EDITING

CHAPTER 63

He takes his phone and dials someone. Who's he calling now, at a time like this. I know he hates when I call him Joeseph, but I needed something to distract me from lunging myself at him when he said how he'd fuck the shit out of me right here on the table. 

"Can you please bring some shots of Tequila," he asked, passing his hand through his hair, walking by the table. "Yes, Patron Anejo Lalique, thank you, Robert," he finished and put the phone back on the table, like as if nothing. I guess he took me seriously when I told him I needed something stronger.

"Tequilla?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, would you like anything else...I don't think you should, but you did say you needed something stronger," he said and chuckles, "So I thought Tequilla. I remember the last time you took a shot of it, back in London," he remembers. Oh, that's right, when he interrupted me with the stranger who ran away. 

"Mhm," I said. I just looked down at my hands on my lap. I felt the warmth on my cheeks and moved my eyes at the slit, going down my legs of the dress. Joe bought me, and I have to say, It's gorgeous, and I do look radiant in it.

"You alright there?" he curiously asks, leave it up to Joe to notice my nerve ticks.

My eyes shot back up at his question and nodded in response before, "Yes, sorry...just trying to remember all that you said"

"Do you understand the rules clearly? Remember, the name of the game is whatever we do to each other; we can't come or have sex within the time frame we roll."

"Oh," slipped out, "What happens if I happened to come within those minutes or...?

"You lose, and I win. Simple as that Alix," he shrugs his shoulder playfully with a grin from ear to ear as if he just stepped foot in a candy store. Ridiculous rules and of course there his rules!  I was going to answer his cocky response, but Robert came out with the tray of Tequila Shots.

"Good Evening," he greets, and by his grin, he knows it's going to be a long night. Great. 

"Good Evening Robert. Dinner was delicious as usual; I loved it." I complimented him, and Joe smiles at me while grabbing the tray. I wanted to be cordial; I tried not to have to much eye contact. I felt as if he knew what type of game we are about to play. I know I'm overreacting, but come on, the guy just brought out tequila shots and a set of dices. Really!

"Thank you, Mrs. Alix, the pleasure is all mine" he turns over to Joe, "Is there anything else Mr. Thomas," Joe turns his head my way, gesturing if I need anything which I nodded "no" politely. 

"That will be all for tonight Robert, have a great night," and I give him a nervous smile as Robert walks away, back inside. 

I sit back on my chair and watch as Joe stands up. He walks over to the outdoor bar area and see him grab a remote control off the shelf and walks back toward me. I turn my head and look directly up at the moon. What glorious night, I thought to myself. The moon is perfect in every romantic way, and we're here about to have a dirty game of dice. I let out a giggle.  

I replay everything he said in my head, over-analyzing every detail. Focus Alix, how hard can it be? Thoroughly try your hardest not to UM...cum or have intercourse within minutes with this man who can make you wet and wither within seconds. 

OMG, this is insane, I'm driving myself crazy for no reason. What would be the longest time, just popped up in my head? How long will I be able to hold on to? It's got to be twelve minutes the longest, right? Do you think he'll mind if we make exceptions to his Rules? I have to laugh again.