This one is for the fans.

Thank you from the

bottom of my heart.

Chapter 1

“Jenny, there’s someone in the front. Take care of it, would you?” My boss Nela yells from the

kitchen.

Nela is baking a new order of pastries and at the moment is too caught up in the routine. She

is good at baking; she enjoys it a lot so lately she has been keeping busy baking pastries. I don’t

blame her; everyone loves sweets especially the home made ones. She makes them in a way that once

you take a bite, you would want more. The Delicious bakery is known for its merits and has the best

reputation in the Greater Toronto Area. Everybody comes here to buy sweets especially the

chocolate fudge. The way Nela makes it; it’s not only delicious but mouth watering. I don’t know

what she puts in it but once you take a bite, you will always want more. The fudge apparently is a

strong weapon if you want to spice things up in the bedroom. If you ask me how I know about it I’ll

tell you... I read this article on the Cosmopolitan the other day talking about how to spice up your sex

life. As I was reading through it my eyes widened when the fudge cake was brought up. Apparently

the fudge spices up things in the bedroom and it makes the guys lose control. I don’t know what to

make of it since I’ve never used fudge in the bedroom. It’s been quite some time since I had sex and

when I did, we never used fudge cake during the process. Thank God we didn’t because when I think

about my ex; I want to strangle him to death. He was bad at sex and a qualified jerk. Now back to the

fudge cake. Can you imagine fudgeing with a sexy guy in bed? Swoon!

I exit the kitchen and start walking towards the main counter. Today is quiet compared to the other

days but I’m glad because since I started working here two weeks ago, all I seem to be doing is

running up and down the stairs like a headless chicken. Last time I went to gym with Laila she took

me against my will and threaded to never talk to me again. She is my best friend; I can’t stay a day

without talking to her. That’s how she manipulated me by falling into her trap. She is evil! I start

running on the treadmill like a mad woman. I start pressing buttons to go faster and as I accelerated

my legs started losing control the faster I went. Let me tell you that didn’t go very well because I lost

balance and fell off the treadmill right on my ass. Really, who does that? When I got up on my feet I

see a sexy guy looking at me and smiling. Smiling! I felt so embarrassed that I started running far

away from him as fast as I could. Since then, I haven’t stepped a foot there again and Laila never

brought up the subject for discussion.

“Where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting here for almost five minutes. Move it, I don’t have all

day.” A harsh male voice yells at me. I look up to see who dared to talk to me like that. This guy is

not just sexy, he’s breathtaking. His dirty blonde hair is messy in the front like he just woken up and

didn’t bother to glance in the mirror. The black leather jacket and the blue ripped jeans fit his model

body perfectly. He is probably six foot three with the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen. Why

the sexiest ones are always jerks? Why can’t they be nicer? It’s my first time seeing him in here. How

could I have missed him? Where have I been when he was around? Ugh. He is so hot, I think I am

going to faint by just staring into his eyes. “Can I help you?” My voice comes out exactly like I didn’t

want to. Shaky. He looks at me and starts examining every inch of my face. Okay, now he looks like a

total creep. “Sir if you want to make a complain please write a letter and put it in the complain box.

Thank you.” His hazel eyes look at me like they want to eat me alive.

“Is that right? Since I don’t have a pen and paper you are going to be the one that will deliver the

message for me.” I look at him completely shocked. Why do you have to be so gorgeous and rude?

This way it’s extremely hard for me to know what your intensions are. “I don’t think that would be

possible. If you want to complain, be my guest.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes. His facial

expression it’s still angry. He takes a harsh deep breath and just like that my heart starts racing in

double beats. What is it about this man that is making my skin prickle...?

“I don’t want to argue with you. I just want my order.”

“What’s your order?” I ask calmly. There’s no need to be mad at him. He’s a costumer that is

probably having a rough day, a very bad one by the looks of it. He takes the receipt out of his pocket

and throws it on the counter for me to take it. Even though I’m being nice he isn’t changing his

attitude. Jerk! I grab the receipt and look at it.

Holy shit, he’s ordered a fudge cake! My heart drops on the floor and I can’t seem to pick it up

anymore. My hands start shaking and cold sweats start to run down my forehead. My imagination

starts going bananas as soon as I see the fudge cake. All of my brain cells are fried. I head into the

kitchen, in search of a fudge cake within the refrigerator.

I look at it like it’s holding a secret that

wants to be unleashed.

What is your purpose?

There is no answer except only for a long pause. Fine then, don’t tell me. I’ll ask him myself. I

start heading to the counter where the bad boy is waiting. When I arrive he is talking on his phone.

His back is turned to me and he is looking outside the big window. I can’t hear what he is saying but I

can see his shoulders are getting tense. I decide to busy myself with something else because staring at

his back won’t pay the bills. I grab the wet towel and start cleaning the counter. I wonder to whom he

is talking; maybe it’s the lucky girl who’s going to get fudged by him. Lucky, lucky girl! Why can’t

this one come to me?

“Alright, where is my order?”

I finish cleaning the last part of the counter and throw the towel back to where I found it. When I

look up at him he is looking at me like a predator that is ready to strike. I pull my guard out preparing

myself for whatever is coming.

“Your order is right here.”

Well, it’s not quite here. It’s under the counter. He looks down but when he sees there is nothing,

he turns his hazel eyes back at me.

“Where did you put my cake?” He asks annoyed.

I start playing with my hair enjoying this little show. He however, is not enjoying this at all. I

wonder why he is in such a rush to get to his destination. I don’t mind him sticking around; he is quite

charming and sexy.

“If you want the cake then you must apologize. You were mean to me.” I ask in a very lady like

way.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“Who the hell hired you? I should write a complaint about you.”

“Really, it’s up to you. If you want the fudge cake you must apologize first.”

He throws his hands in the air and shakes his head. Even when he is mad, he still looks so damn

sexy.

“I’m sorry whatever your name is. Just give me my cake.”

I look at him and shake my head in a no-no-no way. He raises an eyebrow waiting for me to strike.

“Apology… accepted.”

I bend down and grab the cake. As much as I don’t want to give it to him for giving a shitty

apology, I have no choice. I put the cake on the counter and I push it towards him. He takes it and

inspects it. Jeez, can you make it more obvious please! It’s not like I’m here or anything.

“I just want to make sure. That’s all.” He winks at me, making me angrier.

Did he just inspect the cake because of me or because he’s afraid I put something in it? He really

is a pain the ass. He looks at me for a last time and smirks like nothing is wrong, like everything is

perfectly fine and in these fifteen minutes we did not just kill each other with our eyes. He takes the

cake and starts walking out. Before he exits the store he turns around and smiles at me. My heart

almost jumps from my mouth when I see his straight white teeth. I see him walking away holding the

fudge cake carefully in his hands. The bastard smiled at me. Who would have thought his smile would

be so contagious? After he disappears from the sight I turn around and start walking back to the

kitchen trying to forget his beautiful smile.

Chapter 2

The next day I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, grumpy as can be. Last night I couldn’t stop

thinking about hazel eyes. His gorgeous face and the beautiful smile has somehow, got right under my

skin. Never in my entire life have I met someone like him; carefree, rude yet completely irresistible.

“Get up sleepy head.” My brother says as he enters my room.

“Have you heard about knocking?” I ask annoyed.

He rolls his eyes at me in a completely not caring way.

“I have to take mom shopping. Do you need anything?”

“No I’m good.”

“Okay. See ya.”

He slams the door so hard, that the window rattles. I hate when he does it. I tell him every time to

not slam the door, but will he listen? No. But of course no one listens to me; it’s like talking to a brick

wall. I get up from my bed and unplug my phone; it’s fully charged. I unlock the screen when a

message comes in. It’s my best friend Laila:

We’re going clubbing tonight. XOXO

She always does this to me when Friday kicks in. She knows how to have a good time and

sometimes I envy her. I desperately want to fit in her party bubble but I just can’t. It’s not because I

don’t like parties, it’s because I don’t like to party twenty-four/seven. I begin typing the answer

knowing how much she would not appreciate it. I’ve been turning her down for almost a week now.

Sorry, can’t go. X

I hit the send button and I put the phone back onto the bedside table. I head over to my closet,

trying hard to ignore the thoughts that are bombarding my mind.

Why am I still thinking about him?

I should hate him for being a jerk but no, instead I’m having all of these hot, steamy, sexual

fantasies about him.

Why can’t he just leave me alone?

I open the closet and I stare at it. Today the sun is out and by the look of it; it’s going to be another

hot day. It’s mid August and the weather is perfect. This is a first since at this time Toronto is usually

flooding under the stormy weather. Canada is famous for its bipolar weather, it’s in great competition

with the UK. I grab my work uniform and put it in the bag. The first day I started working at

Delicious bakery Nela gave me my uniform, a pair of black pants which fit me perfectly and a white

oversized t-shirt that says Delicious in the front with big bold letters. Most of the times I like to wear

it so I don’t have to change once I get at work. Today however I don’t feel wearing it because I have

something else in mind. I grab my favourite flounce skirt and my Jim Morrison t-shirt. I mean there is

nothing wrong dressing up even though I’m heading to work. There is nothing wrong with dressing up

especially when you have the highest of hopes of seeing that someone show up when you aren’t

expecting it... But I’m ready, I’m prepared.

You might call me delusional but deep down I really want to see hazel eyes. He’s just so

delicious! After I dress up I start doing my makeup. I apply a light line of eyeliner on the top and

bottom of my lids and compliment it with a shimming shade of pink lip gloss. I slip on my VS summer

model flip flops and grab the bag from the bed. I take a final look in the mirror, making sure

everything is in order. My long strawberry blonde hair today is behaving which is kind of weird since

it never does. It must the hazel eyes effect.

You, my sweet, attractive costumer, are in deep, deep trouble...

Nela yells to me from the kitchen when I enter in the shop.

“Hey you’re five minutes early.”

“What can I say, I love my job...” I reply as I put the bag under the counter. I grab the bag that

holds the uniform and put it on top of the counter.

That’s my hiding spot and since no one uses it I take advantage of it. I take a deep breath and look

around the shop. It’s empty, which is kind of surprising. Maybe in an hour or two it’s going to fill up.

It’s the fudge effect and everyone seems to show up around the same time. I start walking to the

kitchen holding the bag in my arms. When I enter I see my boss looking at new orders.

“New orders eh?”

She looks up at me and smiles,

“Oh yeah. More than last week.”

I told you, it’s the fudge effect! I grab the apron from the table and I start heading to the washroom

where I can change.

“Jenny someone brought this letter for you. He didn’t tell me his name though.”

I stop immediately and I turn around to face my boss. Who would send me a letter? The last

boyfriend I had, I kicked him to the curb so hard I don’t think he’s coming back anytime soon.

Correction, anymore! She holds the letter in her hands and I study it trying to understand who it might

be. Perhaps it’s a prank or perhaps not. As curiosity wins over I take the letter from Nela’s hand and I

start walking to my destination.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

There is no name or an address; it’s just a white envelope with nothing written on it. Weird! As I

walk I start ripping the sides. I take out the letter and I start reading it.

Next time when I tell you to do something, you do it. And be careful with your dirty mouth, it

can get you in deep trouble ;)

My heart starts beating so fast I think I’m going to have a heart attack. I don’t have to guess who it

is, I already know it. I re-read it repeatedly just because reading those words it’s making my skin

prickle. No one has ever accused me of having a dirty mouth. I must admit it; it’s kind of sexy hearing

it from someone else especially from hazel eyes. I hope he shows up today so I can show him some

more of my dirty mouth. I fold the letter and put it back in the envelope. After I exit from the

washroom I start walking to the counter. I put the letter safely in the bag feeling somewhat girly girl

by his words. Hazel eyes is making me wanting him more than I already do. He is one sexy tiger that I

can’t seem to forget! A customer enters in the store and I stop day dreaming right away. I start

focusing on doing my job properly instead of getting turned on by his words.

Okay Jenny, let’s sell some fudge cakes!

Chapter 3

“Jenny, get ready. I’m picking you up in ten minutes.” Laila yells down at the phone. This time she

won’t let me get my way. She wants me to go clubbing with her even though she has three other girls

going already.

“Can’t you just go with your Barbies?”

I just want to stay home tonight and watch an action movie. I’m not feeling the clubbing vibe at all,

not that I ever do anyways. The only time I will be willing to go is when Jacob Black turns human.

“No! You’re coming with us. This time I won’t let you bail.” She’s determined not to back down

this time and whatever I do, I know she won’t give up.

“Laila, seriously you are a pain in the ass sometimes.”

She starts laughing and I start to laugh with her. She’s one of those people who have a very

contagious laugh. Once she starts she’s able to make everybody laugh with her.

“So that is why we are BFF’s. Now, get your fat ass up and start getting dressed. I’ll be there in ten.”

She hangs up without waiting for my answer. Tonight she’s on a mission and there’s

nothing that can hold her down. We’re both enjoying the single life but Laila enjoys it far more than I

do. I prefer to keep quiet and mostly to myself preferably getting lost into a good book and forget

about real life problems. Maybe tonight will be a little different and I do enjoy myself with a group of

gossiping girlfriends. Yeah, that’s what I would do. I’m going to have a good time and forget about

everything, including hazel eyes.

I’ve decided to go over the top tonight. I slip on the red ruffle bra dress. I’ve never had a chance to

wear it so tonight is the night for it to shine. I braid my hair to the side and I straight my bangs. After, I

apply foundation and the blackest eye shadow. I glance in the mirror and smile. I look completely

different. I almost look unrecognizable from the girl I’m used to seeing in the morning. The heavy

makeup and the low cut dress make me look twenty-five, at least! This new outfit is working wonders

to my advantage, especially if we decide to go to a twenty-one plus club. I hope this time, she likes it

and we manage to have a good time. To make things easier I’ll find a sexy guy for her and she will

fall for him right away and that way we will be able to enjoy the night. Mission accomplished! As I

slip on the white lacy sandals the phone starts ringing. I open the clutch bag and take the phone out. Of

course it’s Laila and she is right on time! What else is new? “Let’s go bitch. We

have a long night ahead of us.”

I roll my eyes as I picture the evening how it will be.

“Be there soon and don’t do donuts in the grass. Last time I got yelled because of it, not you so,

behave.”

Laila parks the car close to the curb. Throughout the ride down town we didn’t know which club

to go to until I suggested one, since we haven’t been at Virgin Mobile Mod Club, we decide to give it

a shot. We strut our stuff to the club hoping we can get in before twelve since we don’t have to pay a

dime. When we arrive at the front door we show the ID’s at the bouncer. He lets us in one by one.

After we enter Laila takes my hand and starts dragging me to the bar. The loud music is killing my

ears and I regret for letting her putting me into this. This was a very bad idea. I should have stayed

home and read Fifty Shades of Grey. Christian Grey and his kinky fuckery would have been a better

company. Why can’t I find someone like that? Sometimes it’s better to live inside a fictional world,

than a real one. At least the guys there can give you whatever your heart desires. When we stop at the

bar Laila orders two shots of tequila. The bartender winks at her and she flashes herself with her

hands. Oh yeah, she is on a mission tonight! “Here, drink up!” She gives

me one glass and holds hers in the air.

“Cheers.” I say and we both drink it at the same time.

I eat the lemon right away. I never liked the taste of alcohol and I never will. I will never

understand how people like to get drunk and have a good time instead of sitting down. I hate the taste

of it, it makes me want to throw up but of course I only do that when I get wasted, once in a lifetime. I

turn around to see where Laila’s friends are but they are not behind us.

“Where are your girlfriends?” I shout through the loud music.

“I dunno.” She shrugs.

“Aren’t we supposed to stay together? What if something happens?”

“Relax Jenny, nothing will happen. Let the girls have some fun. They have my number. We’re all

on a mission tonight, which means you as well. It’s time to find someone and you know, have a night

stand. It’s been a while.” She winks at me and orders another shot of tequila.

This is Laila for you, a man eater that will eat you alive. It used to shock me before when she used

to tell me this kind of stuff but after years of friendship it doesn’t bother me anymore. She’s always

been one step ahead with the guys than me. When it comes to having fun, Laila is the perfect therapy

teacher to show you the right way. We drink the second set of tequila. I’m feeling already dizzy; this

is the limit for tonight. One more drink and I am officially drunk.

“Laila, I know you have needs but please be careful.”

“I thought about everything before I left the house.”

She takes out from her purse three condoms and wiggles them in front of me.

“Okay, okay I got it. Put them inside before someone else sees them.”

“So now let’s go have some fun. Dancing sounds like a good idea.” She wanders off onto the

dance floor and within minutes, I’ve lost sight of her. My eyes race back and forth between the

crowds. When I look directly in front of me I see her dancing with a guy. Great, now I’m left alone

and I have no idea where the other three went. Everybody is having a good time except me. Yep, I

should have stayed home and cuddle with Christian!

“Another shot please.” I tell the bartender. At least the alcohol will keep me company. The music

starts getting louder and everyone on the dance floor is starting to lose control. I feel someone behind

me but I don’t bother turning around. They are probably waiting for their turn. The bartender brings

the shot and I drink it right away. Hands grab me by my waist but when I want to turn around to see

who it is I can’t. Someone is holding my hand...

“Lookie lookie whom we’ve got here.”

Holy shit, I know that voice. It’s Hazel Eyes!

“What do you want?”

“I see that you haven’t changed your attitude.” He whispers in my ear.

“Nope.”

He pushes himself deeper and this time I feel his erection between my ass cheeks.

“You feel that, that’s my dick itching for you.”

“I don’t care about you, or your dick. Let me go.”

“One of these days I am going to fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Mark my words.” He starts licking

my neck moving his tongue all over my skin. I start to moan.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I know that you want me the same way that I want you, Jenny.”

Oh my God he just said my name. How does he know my name? Is he stalking me? Since he knows

my name it’s only fair he tells me his.

“What’s your name?” I ask in between moans.

“Hmmm. I don’t know if I should tell you or not.”

“Don’t fuck with me. It’s only fair now that you know my name.”

“You’re a vicious little thing, aren’t you? Since you’re insisting...”

I start moving my hips around his erection giving him a taste of his own medicine. He grabs my ass

and squeezes my cheeks.

“My name is Ernest baby. Now we have officially met.”

He spins me around so I can face him. He looks so good it’s taking my breath away.

“What do you mean?”

He smiles at me flashing his white teeth.

“I’ll see you at the shop, Jenny.”

He bends down and licks my lips. I want to say something but he has me hypnotized under his

spell. I watch him as he leaves the club thinking what the hell just happened. I was craving so much to

see him and now that he’s gone a part of me feels sad. I don’t know what he meant but one think I do

know. I am attracted to him!

Chapter 4

“So, who was the guy last night?”

“No one...”

“Don’t bullshit me. The chemistry between you two was through the roof!”

As usual my best friend won’t leave me alone until I tell her the truth.

“He’s a customer...”

“WHAT? You’re seeing one of your costumers and you haven’t told me?” She yells from the other

side of the phone.

“Relax woman. I am not seeing him. He was at the club last night and decided to make a

scene.”

“He made more than a scene, he was touching you.”

“Where you spying on me instead of dancing with that guy?”

“Maybe...” She replies unashamedly.

Of course she did.

“Laila, there’s nothing going on between us. I have to go to work.”

“Okay. But don’t think I will let this go. We have to talk.”

We say our goodbyes and I hang up first because I know she wouldn’t. I know what she’s like,

she’ll try to keep me on the line just to know more about what’s going on.

The images from last night have been haunting me throughout the day. I can’t stop thinking about

him, about his strong hands around my waist. I’ve never been worshipped like that before. No one has

ever made me feel so wanted and so horny. There’s just something about him that makes my blood go

on fire. It has to be the sex since I haven’t done anything for the past year. Now that hazel eyes is in

my life, something inside me has changed. He makes me want to dress up and look sexy, he makes me

want to sing and shout because he is awakening these desires that I thought will never be awaken

again. I have to admit, I want him so much it hurts. I want to drive him crazy the same way he drives

me crazy.

“Jenny, there’s someone asking about you.” Nela says as soon as I enter the threshold.

“Who is it?” I ask, panicked.

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me his name. Jeez he’s hot. Where did you find him?”

I close my eyes and I prepare myself for what I’m about to face. Hazel eyes is here and God knows

what he wants to talk about.

“There you are. How are you Jenny?” He says with a sexy smirk.

“Hey.”

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

He’s being a jerk still, nothing has changed. He walks closer to the counter and puts his hands

down. He leans closer to me and whispers in my ear,

“How wet were you for me last night?”

Holy shit, he does have no shame. I try very hard to keep it cool but I fail miserably. My hormones

are floundering out of control. He’s an expert at turning me on and my body loves every minute of it.

“Extremely wet... Too bad you couldn’t dry me out.” I answer cheekily.

“Don’t play me Jenny. I am the one who’s in charge.”

“Oh yeah, since when?”

He moves his head up and looks into my eyes. He grabs the back of my hair and moves my face

closer to his. I can’t think straight anymore, all I can think right now is being fucked by him, rough and

merciless.

“Yes I am and trust me I am going to show you how much I’m in charge.”

The blood in my veins is writhing so much and I am losing control. I want him now.

“Show me.”

“As much as I want to fuck you on top of the counter senseless, I can’t. I don’t like an audience.”

“So when are you going to fuck me senseless?”

“Tonight. You want my cock inside you and I want your pussy all over it.” Oh God, all I can see is

red. He grabs my hair harder – as much as it hurts it’s giving me pleasure at the same time. When he
moves my face closer to his, those hazel eyes are on fire and it’s because of me.

“I’m picking you up at nine. Don’t wear a dress.”

He let’s go of my hair and bends down and lends a kiss on my cheek. I take a deep breath and

somehow I manage myself to speak deliberately.

“May I ask why?”

He looks at his phone and starts typing fast. When he looks up at me the glitter in his eyes is much

bigger than before.

“I don’t want you to wear a dress Jenny, period.” He smiles at me showing off his straight

porcelain teeth. “Jenny, just do as you’re told.”

I guess tonight will be the night where I will discover things about him. Laila is going to have a

heart attack when I tell her I’m going on a date.

“Now,” he says and moves his eyes up and down my physique, “where is my fudge cake caramel

order?”

Chapter 5

Okay I’m ready.

I turn around and I look into the mirror. I’m wearing my favourite white skinny jeans and a black

peplum top. My makeup is light. Classy and fabulous was the theme so I stuck to it. I like what I’m

wearing and I hope he likes it too. If not, he can whip it all off. But impressing him has become a very

big deal lately. Don’t ask me why because I don’t have an answer, yet. I look at Laila through the

mirror but she is not giving anything away. When I told her about the date she came over so fast; I

didn’t think she could run so fast. She lives down the road but still, she doesn’t like to exercise very

much so picturing her running is not something I thought would be possible.

“I like what you’re wearing but I still don’t understand why he didn’t tell you to wear a dress. It’s

just so weird. Guys like it when girls wear dresses but instead this guy wants you not to wear one. I

don’t know Jenny, this is fishy.”

“There’s just something about him that makes me go nuts alright? As much as I hate it when he tells

me what to do, in the end I comply. Why? I don’t know so please do not ruin my… happy date

moment.”

“Okay only for tonight though, when you come back, tell me everything.”

She smiles at me like she always does when she wants to know the inside story.

“I will, I promise.”

“Good. Now, how do you like my Manolo’s?” When Laila was on her way to my house she

brought my favourite heels. Since she bought them I’ve been having a mental breakdown by just

looking at them. I don’t wear heels but this is one of a kind and tonight I finally get to wear them and

work my magic on hazel eyes.

“You know how much I love them Laila. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome my friend. I’ll do anything for you, you know that.”

“We have the best friend bond.”

“Of course we do. We’re a special species.”

We both start laughing at the same time. Laila is the best at saying jokes especially if you’re stuck

in a bad situation, she can come in handy sometimes and get you out of it without any problem. I shake

my head still laughing at her joke. I start walking towards the bed where she is sitting to grab my

leather jacket and the small bag. The cell starts ringing and my heart starts beating in triple beats. I

look over at Laila. She’s smiling.

“What are you waiting for? Answer!”

I take a deep breath and I press answer. It’s Hazel Eyes. After we finish talking I put on my jacket

and grab the purse from the bed. Before I leave my room I turn around and I smile at my best friend.

It’s going to be one hell of a night.

“What the hell is that?” I ask panicked.

He smiles at me and shakes his head in such a cute way; I can die and come back to life in a

heartbeat.

“This is a Kawasaki Ninja 250R.”

“Are you kidding me? I am not getting on that deadly thing. I’d rather walk.”

I put my foot down and I give him a dirty look. I can’t believe he came to pick me up with a

motorcycle. He jumps off the bike and starts walking towards me. I watch him coming at me so

furiously, it’s kind of turning me on. What he does to me is scandalous! He stops and lowers his head

down. I’m still standing my ground like a stubborn person that I am. If I say no, it’s a no!

“Jenny, you are sitting in the back.” He whispers slowly.

“Nope, it’s not going to happened.”

He licks his lips and moves his head on the side looking into my eyes, daring me to disobey him.

It’s on!

“Don’t make me repeat myself Jenny.”

“I am not getting on that thing, Ernest. It’s a death trap!”

“Alright then, we’re going to do this the hard way.”

He bends down and lifts me up in his arms. I gasp when he puts me upside down, from this angle I

can see his sexy ass and from his angle he can see mine.

“Put me down!” I yell out loud. I don’t care who hears, he can’t make me get on that deadly thing. I

try to free my arms but he has me locked so tight, I can barely move them. I start moving my legs

trying to kick him but once again, I fail miserably.

“Don’t fight me. You’ll never win, sweetheart.” He says the words and starts laughing.

I try to kick him again but I regret it as soon as I do. He smacks my bum so hard the pain is

unbearable.

“That is for not doing as you’re told.”

“Ernest, put. Me. Down.” I order.

“That’s not going to happen. I suggest you start behaving because the way you’re acting is not

going to take you anywhere.”

“Why should I do as you tell me?”

“Because you love it, Jenny.” He puts me down and fixes my hair. The way his fingers run through

it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. After he grabs the helmet from the back and gives it to me.

He turns around and adjusts himself in the front. This is his comfort zone and I know deep down he

will never let something bad happen to me. After I wear the helmet I sit in the back and listen

carefully to his instructions. I know I’m doomed but as long as he’s here with me, everything is going

to be fine!

“We’re here.”

Throughout the drive I’ve had a thousand heart attacks. He asked here and there if I was doing

okay but of course he didn’t stop because he was enjoying the show too much. He gets off first and

comes to my side and puts his hand on my waist. I take off the helmet and put it where it belongs. We

look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds getting lost in them. He breaks the eye contact and looks

down.

“You did good, Jenny. But next time, don’t wear heels, it’s not safe.”

“How do you know there will be a next time?”

He looks up at me and smiles. I swallow the gulp in my throat and try very hard to concentrate. I

don’t even know if there will be a next time so why is he so certain?

“There will be a next time, Jenny, mark my words.”

He lifts me up and puts me down carefully.

“I don’t know about that. We don’t even know each other so; I think you ought to pass the test

first.” I say, cheekily.

“That’s the last thing you want to do right now. You want me to fuck you hard Jenny, stop lying to

yourself.” Jeez when he talks like this all the blood in my body freezes. How can he talk like this and

tell me I have a dirty mouth? So far we have one thing in common; we both like to talk dirty. Let’s

play him at his own game; I’m always up for a challenge especially when he tempts me.

“Well yeah, I want you to fuck me hard but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you.” What’s

the point of lying when he made it obvious what we both want? We are attracted to each other and we

want to have a little bit of fun. There’s nothing wrong with that right? Yeah, that’s I thought!

“That dirty mouth of yours will get you in trouble.”

“Trouble is my middle name.”

He licks his lips again and moves his eyes up and down my body. This time I can’t help but smile.

He is seducing me in front of his building without having any shame. Hazel Eyes is dangerous and I

love every second of it. He takes the key from the motorcycle and turns around to face me. Suddenly,

he grabs my hand and links his fingers with mine. Electricity runs through my blood, burning every

inch of my body. My fingers link with his right away and everything inside me starts melting like an

ice cream. We start walking to the building hands in hands like two lovers. The atmosphere has

changed and now things are starting to feel a little different. He is so easy to love now, watching him

holding my hand so peacefully makes me wonder what happened to the flirty guy that I was talking a

few moments ago. When we enter inside the lobby he looks at me and smiles gently.

“How old are you Jenny?”

I bite my lip so hard if I don’t stop I will make it bleed and he will get disgusted by it and won’t

kiss me. So I stop and try to play it cool like this topic doesn’t affect me at all.

“Nineteen.” I mutter.

He starts laughing like a full belly laugh. Everything about him is sexy, even though I shouldn’t be

giving credits right now because laughing at a lady is not nice.

“You might be legal in Canada but you’re not in America.” He replies still laughing.

“And? We live in Canada, not in The United States.”

“Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, what am I going to do with you?” He says and takes my hand close to his mouth

and starts kissing it gently.

“How about you?” I ask looking at the movement fascinated.

“Let’s just say I am older than you.”

“I know that but I want to know the age number.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Yes.”

He looks into my eyes and simply says, “I’m thirty-nine, baby.”

Chapter 6

“Take a seat. Wherever you want.”

We enter the loft and I look around. It’s well taken care of and I’m kind of surprised. Everything is

clean. I sit down on the sofa and wait for him to come back. I wonder if someone else lives here.

Does he have a girlfriend or is he seeing someone? So many questions are bombarding my mind,

making me feel uncomfortable.

Great, my emotions are out of control and they’re making me imagine stuff that may not even be

true.

I have to loosen up or else I might not have as good a time as I had planned. Ernest is not someone

who comes in your sight every day. He’s different, unique!

“Would you like something to drink?” He says as he comes out of a room which I suppose is his. He’s

taken off the motorcycle jacket and now is wearing a white t-shirt that’s making his biceps burst out. I

swallow the shame and I just stare at him like a craved woman. How do girls get over someone like

him? Under someone else I imagine...

He sits down beside me and takes my hand in his.

Okay, he’s really making me fall hard for him.

He’s so cute, if that’s the right word since we are twenty years apart, but when he does these

gestures, my heart can’t handle it very well. He knows how to give a good time and he isn’t afraid to

show it, it’s his powerful weapon.

“I would like a shot of vodka please.”

“Really? You want alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” He asks, surprised.

“I need to calm my nerves.”

“There’s no need to be nervous. You are here because you want to be here. If you didn’t, you

wouldn’t have accepted my offer.”

“I know but still, you’re just different from the others so it feels...weird.”

“Relax, Jenny, I don’t bite. Now back to drinking. May I see your ID please?” He smiles at me and

winks.

“Are you serious?”

“What do you think?” I don’t answer in the hope he’s joking. “I’m joking, Jenny.”

I hit his bicep lightly and smile. This age difference is really getting to him.

“So what do you do?” Ernest asks before he takes a sip of the whiskey.

I’m not a fan of alcohol but right now I need it to calm me down. He poured me a half glass

because I couldn’t handle a full glass like him. I’m already feeling dizzy and horny!

“I’m going to university this September. I just got accepted at Queen’s.”

“What are you going to study?”

“Business.” I take a sip of the whiskey feeling a little bit stronger than before. It’s the whiskey

effect and I love it.

“Interesting... So you are staying here a few more weeks and after you’re gone?”

“Yep. My fun is getting limited.” I look at him and I see a bit of sadness in those Hazel Eyes. I

might be a little bit drunk but that doesn’t mean I can’t see clearly. I can see perfectly clear actually!

“How about you? What do you do?”

“I own a motorcycle store down town.” No wonder he is into those deadly things.

“Oh, that’s nice. Out of curiosity, are you married or seeing someone?”

The words fly out of my mouth before I can take them back. He looks at me and bites his lower lip

hard. Watching him doing that, is making me want to jump his bones and lick every inch of his sexy

body.

“No Jenny, I’m not married nor am I not seeing someone.” He says dead pin.

“Good to know.” I smile and drink my whiskey.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No. My longest relationship was two years and to tell you the truth I told him to go fuck himself

and surprise, surprise, he never came back.”

“What happened?” He asks astonished.

“Well except the fact that he cheated on me with one of my good friends, he was shit at sex. I told

him to rot in hell.” I smile at the sexy bad boy in front of me who’s looking ready to attack.

“He cheated on you? What a douche bag. Do you want me to kick his ass?”

“No he’s not worth it. He’s long gone.”

“That’s good. I don’t want anyone to interfere with us. I don’t like the thought of having to share

you with anyone. Do you understand?”

“That depends on how you are going to make me understand.”

“You’re playing me.” He takes a sip of the whiskey while looking into my eyes.

I take a long sip from mine and I officially declare I am drunk. I am preparing myself for what’s

about to come. All I can think right now is sex, sex, and only sex!

“Since I am playing with you it’s only fair you play with me too.”

He puts the glass down.

“Come here.” His words growl into my ears. He puts his hands on his lap suggesting that’s where I

should be going. I sit down and I wrap my legs around his waist, tightly. I lick my lips and I wait for

his next move. I’m enjoying this; I don’t think I will ever get enough.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Tonight, I am going to seduce you. Next time I am going to fuck you.”

He smiles at me and pushes his back to the sofa leaving me hanging on top of him.

“And why’s that?” I ask, a little bit surprised and shocked at the same time.

“I’m the one who makes the rules so you have to do what you’re told.”

“What if I don’t want to obey those rules?”

“This is what you want, Jenny.”

“And what exactly do I want, Ernest?”

“You want to be fucked.”

Deep down I know this is what I want but hearing it from him, it sounds different. I give up

thinking it through because it won’t lead me anywhere so I decide to do as I’m told. That’s the only

way I am going to have some fun. After all there is nothing wrong letting him be in charge, it’s sexier

that way.

“Yes, I want that.”

It’s been a while and things lately are becoming harder to handle since my mood strings are all

over the place. My body needs its medicine and at the moment, Ernest is the only one who can make

that happen. I didn’t think I was going to have sexual thoughts about anyone but he brings out the

wilderness in me. I’m all over him like a raging hormonal girl that can’t control herself. “That’s good

to hear. Now, take off your blouse.”

I do as I’m told right away. I’m standing in front of him only on my lace bra.

“Pinch your nipples as hard as you can. Don’t scream, we don’t want the neighbours to hear do

we?”

Chapter 7

“We didn’t have sex. He seduced me but we didn’t fuck.”

“What?” Laila says as she gets up from the chair. She is standing in front of me looking like the

devil himself. She really scares me sometimes, not that I’ve told her that.

“You heard me.”

“But why? That’s what I don’t understand?”

“He just said that he’ll fuck me next time. I know it sounds weird but everything about him is

weird and somehow I like it. He’s different!”

“I don’t know, Jenny; I don’t know what to make of him. How old is he again?”

“Thirty-nine.” I take a deep breath and I look away from her. This is one of her interrogations and

right now, I am not handling it very well. I want to be left alone but that won’t happen anytime soon.

Laila is going to be around for a while until she figures out who Ernest is.

“That’s twenty years difference. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t care about the age difference. I like him a lot, he makes me feel alive!”

“You keep talking about him. I want to meet him.”

“You can, when he comes into the shop.”

“Are you sure he isn’t a mythical creature?” She smiles at me and sits down again.

“No Laila, he’s not a mythical creature.”

“Okay... Let’s get down to business. Tell me everything that he did to you and don’t lie, remember,

I can read you like an book.”

“Are you sure you can handle it? Because something extremely hot went down last night and I

don’t fancy taking you to the emergency when you have a heart attack!”

Her eyes fly open and she almost falls from the bed.

“You best start spilling the beans then!”

I start confessing my sins one by one to my best friend who can barely hold herself.

Nela screams as she runs down the hallway. I look at her and shake my head.

“Oh my God Jenny can you believe it? We have a thousand orders for caramel fudge cakes, more

than last week.”
She doesn’t know what they’re for since I haven’t told her yet. Probably half of Toronto
is suffering from sexual needs and they decided to spice it up with some fudge. Good for them, at
least they’re getting some! Not like me who isn’t getting any! Last night he seduced me in the most
delicious way possible. He made me do things that I never thought I would do and in the end he didn’t
let me come. I’m still extremely furious with him and to make matters worse, he made it clear to not
touch myself until we saw each other again. I’ve been having girls blue balls for almost a day and a
half now and I’m ready to explode from all of the tension that’s building up inside me. You’re
wondering what he did to me last night, well, as much as I want to tell you I can’t kiss and tell just
yet! All I’m going to say is Ernest can fuck someone by just looking into their eyes. He’s so damn
sexy and just by looking at him, my hormones somehow manage to get out of control and there is
nothing I can do. He’s gotten under my skin so deep; I crave him more and more each day!

“Jenny, what the hell is wrong with you? We need you at the counter.”

I look at Nela and smile. Once again Ernest has invaded my brain once he’s in, I can’t think

straight anymore.

“Hey, Nela, sorry I was thinking about school...”

“Yeah, no worries. It’s just that there is someone asking for you.”

“Who?”

“He said he was your boyfriend? You never told me you had a boyfriend.” She smiles at me and

heads down the corridor towards the kitchen. I start walking to the counter thinking of why he is doing

this. We’re definitely not official since he didn’t discuss it with me. After what happened yesterday at

least he can do is text me since he has my number but we’re talking about Ernest here and he is not

your typical boyfriend material. I take a deep breath before I make one more step because at this point

I don’t know what is going to happen anymore.

“Jenny.”

A familiar voice calls my name. I am playing it cool because the bastard doesn’t deserve my

attention. He looks into my eyes and smiles oh so tenderly. I can’t believe he has the tendency of

smiling after what he did to me. Bastard! I put both of my hands in the counter and look at my ex

straight into his eyes.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to rot in hell?” He takes a step closer and puts his

hands over mine and slowly whispers.

“I miss you baby.”

“Dorian, please leave. You and I are history.”

I take my hands away from his and I push myself as far away as possible. I can’t believe he’s here.

My good friend Meri must have left him and now that he’s alone he is coming back to me. This shit

doesn’t work well with me; he hasn’t seen the last of me just yet.

“Baby, please! Just hear me out.”

“How about, no? You lost that chance the moment you cheated with my good friend Meri. How is

she by the way? Has she lost any weight because last time I checked she was fatter than a whale?”

“I know what I did to you was wrong. But now I’m back to make things better. I want you back.

Jenny, I love you.”

I look at him and I burst out laughing.

“Jenny, baby, please stop laughing. I’m being serious; I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea.”

“That’s too bad because I haven’t missed you at all.”

At the very same moment, the door opens and Ernest bursts in looking straight at me. What is he

doing here? Why does he have to show up out of nowhere?

“Is everything alright?” Ernest asks me. I straighten myself and I look at him like nothing is wrong.

“Yeah everything’s fine. Dorian was just on his way out.”

Dorian looks at me with muggy eyes. He is pissed but damn it so am I. He looks at me and

the muscles on his jaw tighten. The veins in his neck are showing up and his breathing has become

harsh. I remember he used to transform like this when I used to push his buttons. It’s his way for

saying I have crossed the line.

“What the hell Jen, I ain’t going anywhere until we figure our shit out.”

Ernest looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

“Dorian, get the hell out. You and I have nothing to talk about.”

I look at Ernest and take a deep breath. Now that he is here I can breathe better.

“No, baby. You and I are meant to be together. We share a long history remember?”

“Are you kidding me? After what you put me through? Now you’re asking for a second chance?

Well guess what, Dorian, assholes like you don’t deserve second chances.”

He takes a step closer to me but he doesn’t make it very far. Ernest grabs his arm and turns him

around so they can face each other. Both of them are looking as two predators that are ready to tear

each other apart because only one is going to win the prey. I look at the two men in front of me and

start panicking. Oh God what if they start fighting? That’s the last thing I want right now. The two of

them breaking down the store is not something Nela would be very happy about. She would make

them pay for the damage and never allow them to step in the store ever again. The Delicious bakery is

her precious and she won’t let anything happen to it.

“Jenny said for you to get out of here. Why aren’t you out yet?” His voice is full of menace it

makes my skin prickle.

“Get your hands of me, bro. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Dorian spits in Ernest face.

“Dorian, get out NOW!” I yell at him.

“You heard the girl. Get the fuck out before I take you myself.”

Ernest jumps in my defence. Dorian looks at me and smiles devilishly.

“You’re seeing him aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I can’t believe you moved on already. With him, really? Come on, Jen, you can do so much better

like me but not with someone that’s the same age as your dad.”

“Okay buddy, enough is enough.”

Ernest grabs him by the shoulders and starts dragging him to the door. He throws him out without

looking, he starts walking back but this time doesn’t look up, he looks down. He is mad; I can see the

fumes coming out from his head.

“Ernest...”

“Who the fuck was he?”

“My ex.”

“I thought you weren’t seeing him again?”

“I’m not seeing him. I don’t feel anything for him, all I feel is disgust.”

He takes a step closer leaning by the counter licking his lips. I watch his tongue as it moves around

his lips carefully. He’s doing this on purpose to get back at me and of course it’s working just the way

he planned, he archived turning me on once more in the store. It’s becoming a habit!

“Don’t fuck with me, Jenny.”

“I wouldn’t dare, even though I would love to get fucked by you.”

“First thing I will do is fuck that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Yes, please.”

He shakes his head and starts laughing, not a full belly laugh, a small one enough to send me over

the moon. I walk closer to him and look into his hazel eyes. They’re on fire! I start licking my lips just

the way he did a few moments ago. He is watching me carefully but doesn’t say a word. Good

because he is enjoying this as much as I am. I touch his arms and carefully say, “Come on, Ernest, you

can’t let me hang for any longer time. My pussy itches for you.”

He grabs my waist harshly and pulls me to his strong body. He lowers his head down and

whispers in my ear,

“You don’t know what you’re gotten yourself into.”

Chapter 8

“I swear I’m not seeing him. But you know, I’m kind of getting obsessed with you.”

Ernest looks at me and shakes his head. After I finished work he drove by and picked me up on that

deadly thing and I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone.

“I don’t know, Jenny... Seeing him not so over you makes me question if you really have moved on

from that relationship.”

“Of course I have. I have no feelings for him. Dorian is a ghost from my past.”

“Are you sure?” His voice is getting harsh and I don’t know what to tell him anymore. I’m kind of

falling for him so I need to really prove it to him. I get up from the couch and I start getting undressed.

I take off everything from head to toe. I stand naked in front of this God that is having doubtful

thoughts about me.

“What are you doing?” He’s in shock but at this point I don’t care. He needs to understand I am

his, no one else’s.

“I am going to prove it to you how much I crave you.”

I lick my lips and start walking towards the God that is Hazel Eyes. He is watching me carefully,

moving his eyes up and down my petite body. He is enjoying the view because, as surprised as he is,

he’s not stopping me. Good, maybe tonight will be my lucky night and I can finally feel him inside me.

What he did to me last time, it was cruel. Hopefully tonight things will get heated and we finally have

mind-blowing sex.

“And what are you going to do, Jenny?”

“First I am going to take off your pants, second I am going to suck your dick until you beg me to

stop, third I am going to put your cock inside my pussy, and fourth I am going to sit on top of you and

ride you.”

“Jesus Christ, Jenny. What has gotten to you?”

“You, Ernest, you have gotten under my skin. I want you so bad it hurts.”

“I want you too but I want to take things slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Really, Ernest? After seducing me now you want to take things slow?”

I put my foot down and I stick to my plan. I’m on a mission to rock his world and there is nothing

that can stop me. I bend down and I start opening the zipper of his pants. He takes a deep breath and

starts licking his lips. This is his signature when he is turned on or when he is on a mission to seduce

every inch of my body. Right now, he’s in the mood and I don’t think he’s going to stop, he’s too

turned on and so am I. I need him to give me what I want, otherwise I will lose it completely. I throw

the pants away and I start taking off his boxers. I throw the boxers to where the pants are and look at

his big cock. It’s huge! Not to mention the V that is screaming for me to lick every inch of him. His

body is so muscular the gym pays him off very well. Looking at his body is turning me on even more,

at this point there is no more thinking, I need to get into this task now.

“Ernest, you’re hot.” I wink at him and grab his big cock.

I run my tongue all over it tasting everything even his pre cum. After teasing him I take it in all at

once.

“Fuck, Jenny. Suck it hard.”

He says in between moans. Of course, I do as I’m told. His wish is my command. I take it deep

until it hits the back of my throat. I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I feel alive like never before.

My body is on fire and the world starts spinning. I have entered a new territory and I am enjoying

every second of it. After I take it out of my mouth I start jerking him off, seeing him so turned on

because of me is the ultimate accomplishment. You go, Jenny; you’re making him crazy with lust.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come and I would prefer to come in your mouth.”

“How hard are you going to come for me, Ernest?”

“Extremely hard, Jenny.” I start sucking him again without thinking it longer. I want him to see how

much he has gotten under my skin and stop thinking about my stupid ex. I need his focus only in me

and no one else. I suck him one more time and that’s all it takes him to come all over my mouth.

“Swallow every bit of it.”

He orders and grabs my hair hard. I open my mouth and I suck every bit of the cum.

“Good girl.”

I lick my lips and smile at my man.

“Anything for you, Ernest.”

“You are so beautiful, Jenny. I’ve never met someone so delicious.” He throws his head back and

starts laughing. I get up and stare at him. His smile is so beautiful and intoxicating; once he starts he

can’t stop.

“Jenny, you’re a wild creature made just for me. Now let me get inside you before I lose whatever

power I have left.” I get lost into his arms intoxicated by his sweat mixed with strong cologne. My

man is a sex God!

“What are you doing?”

“Opening the fridge?”

“Why?”

“I have a surprise for you.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes completely annoyed by my

questions. Oh well, that’s too bad because I want him to take me again until my legs can’t take it

anymore. When he turns around he is holding the caramel fudge cake he ordered a few days ago.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat instead of that fudge.”

He starts walking back to the couch smirking at me like never before. Okay, he smirking is not a

good sign. He’s up to something.

“I am hungry but not for food.”

I look at the fudge and I don’t understand what its purpose is.

“Now, Jenny, you are going to do as you’re told. I’m in charge, not you. Understand?”

“Yes...”

“Good. Lie down on the couch and stay still. Don’t move.”

He is holding the cake in his hands running his hands through it. This is incredibly sexy; I am

getting turned on by just watching a fudge cake being torn into tiny pieces. I lay down on the couch

like I am told and wait patiently for what is about to come. Ernest likes to experiment with fudge

cakes? My man is not only a God; he is also a fudge cake lover.

“I am going to eat the cake from your body. Stay still or I’ll stop.”

“Ernest, there’s a problem... I’m ticklish.”

“You have to learn to control it.”

He starts putting the pieces on top of my stomach one by one. After he finishes, he stares at his

work and smirks at it. He’s proud of it!

“Oh Jenny, I hope you’re ready for the ride because what I’m going to do to you is going to be

unforgettable.”

I take a look at his six pack and I try very hard to contain myself but as always, I fail miserably.

His chest is huge and his biceps are big. I’ve seen this type of body before in magazines but I never

thought I’d see it in real life. I’m hypnotized by him and, somehow, I’m accepting it. Liking him is an

understatement; I think I’m falling in love...

He starts eating the cake from my stomach and I flinch as soon as his mouth lands on my skin. This

is harder than I thought.

“Don’t move, Jenny. We talked about this.”

I can do this; I made it this far and I can make it further. I just have to let my mind relax and

everything will be fine. His dirty mouth starts going further down licking my skin, giving me goose

bumps. When he reaches for my pussy he stops and looks at me.

“Have you been eaten out before?” I swallow and close my eyes. “Open them, Jenny. I want you to

look me in the eye because once my mouth is in that pussy of yours, you will watch everything.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“Open, Jenny. Now.”

I open my legs and I look straight into those hazel eyes of his. He licks his lips and pushes the cake

down. When the pieces fall, he picks them up and puts them in his mouth. He circles his tongue around

my clit making me scream from the top of my lungs.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He inserts one finger inside moving it slowly. When he takes the

finger out, he grabs the pieces of the fudge and starts eating them. With his mouth full of fudge he goes
down on me again and starts moving his tongue inside of me. The pleasure that he’s giving me is
unbearable. The pressure it’s starting to build inside of me and right now, I can explode at any minute.
As I watch him eating me out like a starving man, I see his hand moving up and down. He’s jerking
off! Watching him doing these movements the orgasm rips through me like a wave taking over my
body. I come hard and loud in his mouth, screaming his name. I’ve never felt so fulfilled before, my
body has reached a different peek and all of the sudden I feel alive. Ernest has made me feel wanted

and capable of accepting it to myself that I am just like him. A wild creature in inside and a pretty
face from the outside!

Chapter 9

I’ve known Ernest for three weeks. During these weeks, the sex has been explosive. I don’t think

I’ll ever be the same again. He has taught me a lot of things about myself and who I am. I’ve

discovered this part of me that I didn’t know existed because with Dorian I was never able to express

myself. With Ernest it’s different, I feel careless and free. He gives me what I need and he is not shy

to tell me to accept myself the way I am. I never thought I was such a wild creature that was waiting

to be discovered. He made me come to peace with myself and accept me for who I am. Now, I am not

shy anymore. I can face my darkest fantasies without being shy. Ernest it’s different, he doesn’t belong

on this planet. Now that he has gotten under my skin, I know I will not be able to feel the things that I

used to because the only thing I can feel right now it’s my heart beating unconditionally for him. I got

used to his motorcycle and now I don’t bitch like I used too. Whenever he comes to pick me up I get

on it without complication, I think it’s starting to grow on me. Everything about him is starting to grow

inside of me. These feelings I’m having are taking over without any control. They’re all over the

place and I don’t know how to control them. He’s not only under my skin now but also in my heart. In

two days, I am going to Queen’s, far away from Toronto and from the people I love. In the beginning I

thought I could have handled it, now I just don’t know anymore. God, please help me. I need you more

than ever! I turn on the side and I look at the white wall. Flashes of his gorgeous face start invading

my mind and suddenly a tear runs down my eyes. We’ve never talked about our age difference

because to us was never a problem; I was never ashamed of him and he never of me. He carried me in

his arms sometimes when I complained how much we walked. I’m a lazy ass but it wasn’t because of

it, I wanted to be in his arms as much as I could. Being held like that made me believe and have faith

even though there is no future for us. I try very hard to stay away from that territory. This will be over

soon and after we will both go in our separate ways. Ernest and I are not meant to be together!

At noon I arrive at work. Nela is baking fudge cakes as usual. It’s quite today and I kind of like it, I

am not in the mood dealing with costumers. I wear my apron and I look outside the window. The sun

is shining today and the sky is clear. I wanted to call in sick today and go to the beach with Laila but

after I thought about it, I changed my mind. I want to spend as much time with Ernest as I can before I

leave. When I think about it, it hurts so much but there is nothing I can do. This adventure is coming to

an end and I have to accept it even though it may take some time. The engine of a car get’s my

attention and I come back to planet earth. When the door opens and the driver comes out I almost

puke.

“Dorian, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Jenny, I need you to answer this question for me.”

I look at him shake my head. He really is delusional!

“No it’s not going to happen. Get out.” If I had a weapon close I would have used it at him

willingly. Every time I see his face all I can see is disgust and betrayal.

“I’m not leaving from here until you hear me out, Jenny. What the hell are you doing, going out

with Ernest? Are you in denial of his age?”

“Don’t you dare talk about, Ernest. You’re the last person to talk to me about him.”

He takes a step closer leaning by the counter watching me furiously.

“He’s older than you but that doesn’t matter and you know it.”

“Do not talk to me about morals. You cheated with my so-called best friend and now you have the

nerve to judge me?”

I take a step closer being face to face with him.

“Oh you’re speechless now? I wonder why.”

“Jenny, I am begging you, don’t do this. Don’t move on. I love you.”

“You can take that love of yours and shove it right up your ass, Dorian. Move on, forget me. I will

never take you back. Not in this life and certainly not in the next.”

“You’re hurt. I understand but you cannot push me out of your life completely. We shared some

magical times, Jen.”

“Have you broken up with Meri?”

“Yes I dumped her. I realized we had nothing in common except you.”

“Seriously, Dorian, I can’t even deal with you right now. You made your choice the moment you

left me.”

“I know, Jen, and I am asking you for forgiveness. Please give me another chance.”

“I am going to tell you one last time. Forget about me and the relationship we had. I moved on, you

should too.” He takes a step closer and kisses me in my open mouth. I bite his lower lip and push him

away.

“You have indeed moved on with the DILF.”

“That’s none of your concern. Leave now before I bring Nela in here and she can show you her

gratitude.”

He takes a deep breath and turns around and swears loudly. Thank God there is no one in the store

otherwise they would think he is crazy.

“Jen, I won’t give up on you.” He says after a few moments. When he turns around to face me, a

tear is running down his face. I’ve never seen him crying before. Never!

“Dorian, I will never take you back. You made your bed.” I start walking away without looking back.

Where was he when I was hurt? I know where he was, cheating behind my back with my ex best

friend. Now you tell me who’s the bad guy?

“Why, Laila, WHY?”

I look at the beers in her hand and I feel already mortified. It’s Friday night and she’s on a mission

getting us drunk. Why? I have no clue!

“Because I feel miserable and I need to cry. I need to let it all out and the alcohol helps me do

that.” She hands me a beer and starts opening one for herself. I sit down on the floor putting one leg

on top of the other taking a sip of the beer. Maybe after all this is what I need a relaxing night with my

best friend.

“So what happened? What did the asshole want?” Laila was never a fan of Dorian. They disliked

each other so much sometimes I had to get in between to stop them from killing each other. If it

weren’t for me, these two together would not have lasted for one second alone.

“He wants to make amends.”

“Excuse me? He wants what?”

“You heard me, Laila. He broke up with Meri and now he’s back. I told him to go fuck himself.”

She smiles at me with pride.

“That’s my bitch.” We click our bottles and we drink right away.

“What’s going on with Ernest?” Ernest is a hot topic at the moment. Every time I hear his name I

become vicious. Don’t ask me, I don’t have an answer!

“Nothing much.”

“What do you mean nothing much? Have you talked to him about you leaving in two days?”

“No, we haven’t really talked about anything.”

“Jen, how do you feel about this whole thing?” I take a sip of the beer feeling already nauseated.

Thinking about it makes me want to jump of the window so I don’t have to deal with these feelings.

“I feel okay. I will get over it, you know me.”

I smile at my best friend and get up to grab another beer. As a non-alcoholic person, I must admit I

like beer better than liquor. It goes down smother and the taste is amazing. Now I know where to rely
on when I feel like shit!

Chapter 10

“Hey are you okay? This is the twentieth voice mail I’m leaving you. Call me, Ernest.”

I press the end button and look outside the window. I am leaving today at noon and by the looks of

it I will not be saying goodbye to him. It’s been two days since I haven’t spoken with him, I don’t

know if he’s okay or not. I will wait a bit more and I will search for him. This is bullshit; he can’t

ignore me like this especially when he knows this is my last day of seeing him. I throw the phone on

the bed and go in search of my mother. She’s somewhere in the house crying and hiding from me

because she knows I can’t stand when she cries. She’s very emotional so whenever she is alone she

lets it all out. I understand she is upset but crying doesn’t work very well with me. Never was I a fan

of it and I’ll never be. Crying is for losers not for strong females like me, and you!

“Laila, stop crying. You will see me next summer. It’s not going to be the end of the world

woman.”

“Who’s going to deal with me now that you’re gone? Huh? Tell me, Jenny.”

That’s Laila for you, the number one drama queen in Canada. I didn’t doubt for a second she was

going to get in the school of arts for acting. She has it in her and most of the time it comes out

naturally. I always tell her she is going to win an Oscar one day for her amazing skills and when she

does, she is going to dedicate the speech to me since I predicted it first.

“Seriously you can stop now. I am not going to die, I am just moving for a few years but I’m

coming back and we will keep in touch. So please, stop crying or else you won’t get to see me ever

again.”

She wipes a tear from her face and looks up at me.

“Fine, I won’t cry but you will never stay away from me. I’ll come and haunt you in your dreams.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it for a second, Laila. I know you better than you know yourself.”

I hug her tightly and she almost strangles me when she raps her hands around my neck.

“Oh, Jen, I can’t believe you are going to leave me. I am going to miss you so much. We’re going

to Skype every day.”

“Yes, Laila, we will. I promise you.”

“Good.”

“Have you heard anything from, Ernest?”

“No it’s like he has vanished from the face of the earth. I hope he calls me soon or otherwise I am

going to pay him a visit.” I let go of Laila and go in search for my phone hopping there would be a

missing call or a message. Just something!

At exactly one o’clock I leave the house in search of Ernest. I tell my mother I am going to see a

few friends that I haven’t had a chance to say goodbye. I leave my house furiously thinking about only

one thing, slapping him hard in the face for ignoring me for two days. How can he do this to me? After

what we went through in these couple of weeks now he ignores me? No, just no! Whatever he’s doing

it’s not going to work very well because I need an explanation and a proper goodbye. He can’t just

forgive me like nothing. I must mean something to him, something! Before I enter the subway I call

him one more time. After the fifth ring it goes straight to voice mail and this time it won’t let me leave

a message because the inbox it’s full. I throw the phone inside the bag and I start running down the

stairs like a mad woman. I swipe the metro pass and take a deep breath. I don’t know why but deep

down I have a bad feeling. Whatever I am about to face, it’s not going to be pleasant. I am willing to

take a chance wherever the road might lead me!

As soon as I start walking towards Yorkville I call him again and again. No answer! Ugh, this

cannot be happening to me especially today. I throw the phone one more time in the bag ignoring the

killing ideas in my head. They’re telling me to murder him for putting me through this misery and you

can imagine what else goes in our heads when we don’t hear from someone for two days. Not just

everyone, just that special one! It’s about to rain so I start running instead of walking fast. When I

reach the final destination I open the door and I greet the concierge and he greets me back.

“Miss Jenny, how are you today?”

The old man get’s up from the chair and greets me kindly.

“I’m fine Frank, thank you.”

I make my way to the elevator when Frank’s voice gets my attention.

“I’m afraid Sir Ernest is not in.”

“Oh? When did he leave?” I keep my cool because I don’t want to give anything away. Frank looks

at me.

“It’s been a while.” This is definitely fishy! Not even he has been here but now he has left God

knows where.

“It’s alright than. I am going to wait for him upstairs.”

I reply simply. I ignore his worried face and keep going to my destination. The elevator doors

open and I step inside. I press the number and I wait patiently as the doors close. The knots in my

stomach are getting bigger making it harder to breathe. I close my eyes and all I can think of is his

hazel eyes and his glorious touch. I’ve missed him so much; thinking about it makes me want to cry.

When it comes to Ernest I get emotional, bitchy, and angry. I should be alright with them because I

knew from the beginning where I was going to get myself into but now, things have changed. I have

fallen so deep at the bottom of the ocean I don’t think I will be able to claim up again. I’m drowning

with my sorrows because I know that there is no cure. Not now, not ever!

I stand in front of his door taking extremely deep breaths. I made it so far but how strong am I

making it through that door. I guess I am going to find out right now. I knock on the door and wait for

an answer. Nothing! When I knock the second time I hear a noise from the other side. He’s here, I

knew it! As I get ready to knock for the third time the handle starts moving and the door starts to open.

When finally I get a chance to see him, something deep inside me brakes in half. This is not my man;

this is someone that I have never seen before. Her long blonde hair and big hazel eyes, her smile so

bright I can almost see Ernest in her. I look at her confused and distracted at the same time. She takes

a step outside and slowly says,

“My name is Nana. And you are?”