Like Dark Chocolate (Chocolate #1)

S W O O N

I sat up straight holding the phone tight, no words came out of me. I opened my mouth to reply but it was the same effect he had on me when he was physically present, just by his voice I was undone.

'Did you get home ok?' I said nothing. Just listening to his voice was enough for me. 'Are you there?'

I nodded yes, but still couldn't reply.

'Baby I can hear you breathing, you better say something.'

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes, I tried to imagine him being in front of me with his lazy smile and dark eyes.

"Yes. I did." My voice sounded like a whisper, I felt so little and confused. I truly felt relieved now; I had been afraid that I wasn't going to see him again or hear him or feel him.

He laughed, a rich belly laugh that made me smile.

'Sorry for not waking you.'

Yes, that had been really shitty of him, it was like he'd escaped from a mistake leaving no trace and no clues about him, he moved me to my room, if that was what had happened I had no recollection of what happened after I passed out. If it hadn't been for the sore parts and all the marks and hickeys I could have convinced myself that it all had been a dream.

"You could have at least left a note or something like that," he laughed again; apparently, I amused him. I bit my lip, trying to hold in any angry words that could escape my mouth. I wanted to continue talking to him.

'I saved my number on your phone'

"I can see that." I replied sourly

'Oh, baby don't be mad,' he said 'I'm not even done with you yet.'

Ok. That right there, that made my heart stop.

He wasn't done with me? I wasn't done with him either. But if he wasn't why he didn't just simply wake me up and told me he had to leave and not just abandon me. I wanted to ask so much stuff but I was afraid of all the answers.

"Where are you?"

'I'm staying at this crappy hotel my company book me in.'

"So, you're not home?" I almost facepalmed myself, he had just said he wasn't. I felt stupid for asking what he had already told me.

'You're in bed?'

"Yes," I felt like a 15-year-old sneaking around, I tried to talk as low as possible. My parents were still awake; I felt them move around the living room. "Are you?"

'After I shower and finish talking to this little girl I can't stop thinking about.'

I wanted to squeal, I wanted to jump up and down on my bed. I hugged myself on the bed laughing quietly. He couldn't stop thinking about me just as I couldn't stop thinking about him, it was perfect. The only issue was; how and when I was going to see him again? The fact that he had called me made happy but how was this going to work if he wanted to continue seeing me. Now, hear me talking like he was my boyfriend or something like that, the man just had fucked me and here I was trying to figure out if this was moving forward.

"Little girl?" I needed to know why he called me that so I question him. It made me feel strange, in a good way. No one had used the pet name before.

'You are so little and cute.' His voice sounded breathy against the phone. I even shivered imagining his hot breath against my skin. And yes, compared to him I was little.

I laughed at his simple explanation.

'What are you doing tomorrow?'

"I have serious plans with my bed, I want to sleep the whole day."