Finally, she gives herself up, and I know if I go further I could have her right now. She’s not a woman to have a quick fuck in a dark stairway, I know that, so I start slowing myself down, finally putting her legs down on the ground again.
London looks at me with her huge, clear blue eyes like I’m an animal in the wild.
She wants to come closer but she’s scared I’ll bite. Smart girl.
I take a step back giving her enough room to catch her breath and wipe away her taste from my lips with the back of my hand. After moments of stillness, she’s the one to talk.
“Hollywood is not a city.”
Her line leaves me numb so I do the only thing I’m capable of. Turn around and leave her there.
Hollywood is not a city?
That’s all I can say after he kissed me stupid and walked out like demons from hell were chasing him? Wow, London. Wow.
I don’t move for ten minutes. I don’t dare to go out and maybe face him again. He kissed me. Zachary Ford kissed me like he was a man deprived of water and I was the damn spring.
A shiver goes up my spine when I remember the sensation of him between my legs, claiming my lips and my tongue like they were his to take.
Hollywood is not a city? No wonder the man thinks I’m as dumb as a rock. No one can blame me for being confused though. He drags me into a dark corner, proceeds to yell at me, and calls me a whore, then hangs on to me like I was his saving grace. Who does that?
What does it mean?
I wanna call Paris and ask her for advice, but I know she has photoshoots back to back today, so that’s a no go. And I don’t have any other friends. I could talk with Tati, sure, but today I’ve seen the speed rumors travel within this hospital. If the word gets out about this I’ll be in hell before the clock strikes twelve. Ford would kill me. He’d actually take me into the woods and kill me.
Going out into the hallway, my eyes squint because of the fluorescent lights and I took a hand to my forehead to protect my already aching head. Tatiana comes out of a supply closet and sees me.
“There you are! I was looking for you. Ford took off early so we’re kinda off the hook. I’ll go put a central line and maybe we can grab a bite after.”
“Mhm.” I approve even though my appetite is long gone.
“Are you ok?”
“Hm? Yeah, just tired. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
It’s true, I am tired, but it has nothing to do with my current state. I’m in one of those moments when everything feels surreal. I’m here, but I’m not. My mind can’t focus on anything other tha the kiss and how good it felt. Bittersweet. I felt his longing in it but also his hate ike he was blaming me for wanting it so much, and frankly, it’s mutual . Dr. Zachary Ford is the last person I wanna be attracted to.
I walk around until I get to the far east end of the hospital and sit on a bed that has been abandoned, with my legs in Turkish style and my head in my hands.
Ok, I’ve been kissed before, obviously, but never left high and dry after. So, what’s gonna happen Monday when we come into work? Should I expect a nicer boss, or will he walk around telling people how stupid and easy I am?
The doors slide and I see Jessica and another woman strolling my way.
“Hello, London. What’s with the long face? Did Zach give you crap for stealing the spotlight?”
Ugh, everybody knows?
“No, it’s...it was a long day, that’s all.”
The other girl steps forward and puts her hand out to shake mine.
“I’m Wendy, this hot piece’s wife. I’m sorry for letting the word out about the psych case, I hope I didn’t do any damage?”
Damage? No, just a shit storm.
“It’s alright, really.”
“Wendy, I was thinking of asking London if she’s into girls. You know, for our plans on the threesome.”
Excuse me, what?... My jaw hits the floor and so does Wendy’s. I don’t know how I became the go-to for intimate intercourse in this place but I wanna sign out, please.
Fazed, I gape at Jessica...Dr. Monroe, with my eyes wide and mouth open.
“She’s joking!” says Wendy, who was also taken by surprise.
“No, I’m not. London, do you like girls?”
“Oh, my God, Jess, stop! You’re making her uncomfortable.” Yeah, you can say that again!
Finally, I gather my ideas in order. With my hands raised in a defensive position, I look at both of them.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Monroe but I’m not...I mean, I don’t...” how can I say it and not sound like a jerk?
“You don’t play for our team?” She tries to help me out.
“No.”
“So you only want to play with Zach.” When you think it can’t get any
worse...
All alarms go off in my head and I feel like the spotlight has been turned on and put on me. Did he tell her anything? Did he even have time? I don’t think so. Since day one, Ford has been careful to vocalize his dislike for me. I can’t see why he’d be going around talking about...
“Jessica, let ’s go.” Her wife took her hand and tugged her away. “It was nice meeting you, London, sorry for my wife. She has uncontrolled tongue disease. I’ll take her away now.”
I said a polite goodbye, grateful for the save, and watched them walk away with Jessica protesting she was just making conversation and her wife kept saying, “ you are horrible!”.
I don’t know what else could go crazy today but judging by history...I don’t want to find out.
“Undress.”
“You just arrived; don’t you want a drink first?”
“No, Bella. Undress.”
With steady hands and an annoyed grimace on her face, she proceeds to unbutton her lacy dress. Inch by inch her creamy, caramel skin comes into view. Exquisite, but I already knew that. I know her body like the back of my hand . Her curves, her feel, her pleasure spots, I’ve seen it all.
A woman I used to fuck. A woman I swore I’d never do...again.
Her feline-like moves are a way to seduce me to come closer and get into her game. It’s sick and twisted but so am I, otherwise why did I go and kiss a woman I decided I don’t like?
“Join me, Zachary.” And I do. I don’t touch her ye,t but I start taking off my belt and shirt, watching her do a number for me.
Annabella’s bra falls to the floor and the tiny thong leaves nothing to the imagination. Not that I need to imagine it. I go to her and she does the same until we meet in the middle of the living room.
“I’ll give you something I know you like. Watch,” she says and falls to her knees in front of me.
With her long red nails, she drags my jeans and boxers down my legs and eagerly takes my dick in her fist. When her eyes look up to me London’s face starts to fade from my mind. Yes. That’s what I need, a fucking break.
Annabella leans down and starts licking the tip, but she doesn’t break eye contact. She looks glorious on her knees, with her back arched, her ass out, and my dick pushing in her cheek. I know this image, I’ve seen it every day since I was a senior in college, until the morning of my engagement party. I thought Iwas gonna see it ‘til the day I died.