Twenty Four 1/2 kisses💋 Part 2

💋COPTER'S JOURNAL💋

💋Entry # 300💋

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Bas two nights ago in the event. He was a different person not that chubby cheeks, bluehair, dressed in jeans and T-shirts and hoodies. This Bas was more mature, more alluring, sexy, manlier, and more gorgeous than ever. That was my first thought that came to my head when I first lay my eyes on him again. After two years of not seeing Bas again my heart started to beat again. I was greeting everyone that attended but still keeping my eyes on him. I noticed that Bas made a face of disappointment when he saw Nine next to me and I started to make my way towards where he was. 

My goodness and who do I see next to him none other than Cote who's trying to flirt with Bas. Funny, she was probably using one of her pick-up lines to pick-up younger guys but that will never work on Bas. I picked up my pace and started walking towards Bas. He started to walk towards one of the windows and started talking to a guy that looks familiar to me but I can't recognize. 

Bas looked nervous, from what I can tell I still have that effect on him after all the years that has past. Does he still love me? I needed to find out. Bas had that look of panicked that he puts when he is trapped and has no place to go. I saw him walking, like he was looking for a way out, I started to follow him. While he was walking he started to take his phone from his pocket and dial a number and I guess that he was calling his  editor for the Time Magazine and I heard him say. "Ben, this is Bas. I don't think I can do this. I'm... I'm really sick. Hugh, it feels serious. So... I have to go home and rest. Sorry." He placed the phone back into his pants pocket, I know that he heard my footsteps.

I stood right behind him, I know that he could   feel my breath on his neck. I don't know how I could contain myself, how much I wanted to wrap my arms around him and Kiss him like there's no tomorrow, but that isn't going to happen.

I know he was trying to gather courage, I could tell that he was biting his lower lip. He then whipped around forcing his shoulders back, chin up, and painted the widest grin on his face. Bas tried not to give me his current state, I could see the terror in his eyes but he tried to be a professional, he managed to say. "Copter, hi. How are you?"

 He extended his hand, I didn't take it. I just stared at him with an intensity that made him feel like he was naked. I started to imagine him naked and I had to stop myself or else was going to give myself away and I didn't want to do that. 

He pulled his hand back. All I did was admire him at that moment. He had become even more handsome, beautiful and more gorgeous. He can make anyone turn their head when he's walking on the street. He has that effect on people. He is the only one that makes me weak in the knees. 

 "This is in any way awkward for you, we can cancel the entire interview at any time," he said to me.

He was hoping that I would cancel the interview, but there was no way in hell that I'm missing the chance to play this game with him.

"From what you said on the phone, it sounds like you're the one who wants to back out. You haven't changed at all." I stated the fact, with no emotion in my voice.

 "It wasn't exactly chopping at the bit to write the story. For obvious reasons." He was cracking "I thought we could be adults about this," he said.

I shifted my weight, towering over him, my hands on my hips with a stance of authority and control. I have never been toll what to do, and definitely not Bas.

I was so close to his face that I know, he could feel my breath on his cheek. I got a bit closer to his ear and I know he could feel my breath tickling his neck, I was teasing him like I used to do when we were together and I wanted to do naughty things to him.

"So you're in New York now," I told him.

"Astute as always," he answered me.

Looking down the open black shirt I could see the pearly white skin, I couldn't help feeling jealous. So I stated "Well you're dressing the part." 

 He looked puzzled at my statement. 

"I would ask you a question to explain your comment, but I'm restricted to the number of questions I'm allowed to ask." He said to me.

"24 and a half to be precise," I quickly winked and I looked at his reaction.

I got closer to his ear, that I could see the shivering on his body, I used to do this when I got horny. He looked  away from me. I could see that  face burning red, trying desperately not showing me that he was fluster. I was enjoying his discomfort. "Is this what you really want, Cop?" He pulled out his notepad and pen then looked at me in my eyes and said. "You want to play a silly head game with me?"

"It was quite a head game to get a call from the Time Magazine wanting to know if I could consent to an interview with you. The first time in two years I heard from you since you returned my ring and it's for an interview, Bas."

"I didn't have a choice."

"Anything for the story, right? You'll go far in New York-cutthroat and with that wardrobe." I looked over his body, the black silky shirt material clingy and revealing part of his chest, and I raised an eyebrow and presumed my disapproval. "You'll fit in." "Like I said, you can cancel. Refuse to do the interview."

"What?" and left him with a notepad on hand. 

I ignored him, and quickly turned away from him  and walked away not wanting him to see my jealousy at that moment.

"My assistant will be in contact, Bas."

I went back to the event and continued with my work. Nine came to me and asked if I was Okay, I just nodded yes.

But in my head I was thinking of only Bas.

After all this years I still love you Bas.

But I need you to get out of my system.

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