Chapter 9

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James POV

"Andrea..." I called her not being able to let her go away like that. She didn't look back and kept on walking. I didn't care it was raining so much and I was completely soaked, I ran after her not sure of what I was doing or why I was doing it, but I just ran after her. "Wait..." I said grabbing her wrist. I sounded too desperate but again I didn't give a shit.

"Stay away from me." She said jerking her hand away. I let her go, she looked too nervous, even all wet I could see the rage in her eyes. I kept wondering what I have done to her to cause such rage. "You knew all the time who I was, and you kept pretending. You're sick James. Just sick." She said.

"And you? You seemed ok until you find out about it. What's up with you? Is it ok if I don't know and if I know it's not?" I asked her rather confused.

"Just pretend I don't exist." She said closing the door of her car in my face. Even before I could react she was just leaving. I kicked the water on the floor.

"FUCK!" I yelled. I came back to my truck frustrated. I drove back home insanely. The freeway was dark, and the heavy rain blurred my vision, but I was possessed in anger. Instead of going home, I turned the wheel abruptly and got out of the freeway going in the first bar I've found. I would deal with my rage and that other feeling unknown to me the only way I knew. "A beer please." I asked as I sat in the counter. I felt lonely all of a sudden drinking there alone. I had a girlfriend back home waiting for me and still I just wanted to go after another woman. I kept drinking until my feelings were numb and my head was spinning a bit. Once my feelings were erased I was ready then to go home.

"Andrea..." I whispered as I drove back home. "Why do I keep thinking about you? Why aren't you gone?" I talked all alone in my truck. She was still there. Francesca was watching TV when I walked in the living room.

"James!" She exclaimed watching my poor dog figure. "Your clothes are wet." She said running her hands over my clothes. I pulled her to me abruptly and kissed her lips fiercely. "You better take a shower." She said. I nodded and went directly to the bathroom and left my clothes on the floor. I stepped under the water ready to let wash Andrea away from me. I was cold and the warm water brought some life back to my body. I closed my eyes letting the water drench my hair back and wash my face and there ...just there...as I closed my eyes...I heard her calling me Jamie and giggling down at the beach in LA. I opened my eyes wide again.

"No..." I said shaking my head and then Francesca came in to pick up my clothes and take it to the laundry. Seeing her in shorts and white tank top bending right in front of my eyes made me want her. Yes, she would just erase Andrea out of my mind. "Come here babe." I said pulling her to me still in her clothes.

"Oh James..." She exclaimed getting soaked, but I captured her lips in a kiss. She tasted so good. I pressed a hand on her ass and squeezed it and my other played with her soaked hair. Her lips surrendered to mine and she kissed me in her own sweet way. "Baby..." I whispered in her ear. I was too hard to wait. My hands tugged under her top and I pulled it off and I got rid of her bra too. My hands clutched onto her perfect round breasts.

"Oh James..." She gasped. But I didn't want to talk or say love words. I just wanted to vent. I closed my lips around one of her nipples and teased the other with my thumb. I was fighting hard to let her ready for me, but I just wanted to ram inside her and let go. I couldn't wait, I grabbed her hand and guided it to my aching dick. I knew Francesca didn't like to do that, but I insisted.

"Please..." I told her when she looked in my eyes. She obeyed and I controlled not to thrust against her hand like a mad man. Oh...I just wanted to come. "Oh Fuck..." I moaned as I pulled her shorts together with her thong down. I felt her wet as I touched her down there, ready for me. I took her hand away and shoved her against the wall. She protested about the strength I used.

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