Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) (12 page)

“I trust you not to hurt me and I want to do this.” He smiled and then kissed me. The desire to touch him was taken away when my hands were bound. It intensified my desire for him more. It’s like having something you want right there and you can’t grab it, touch it play with it.

“Nicholas,” I moaned in his ear as I sucked on his earlobe.

“Oh Christ, Maya. It drives me fucking crazy when you moan my name,” he whispered in my ear. He thrust deep inside me and I arched my back in pleasure. He let out a moan.

“Don’t move your hips, it makes me want to fuck you harder and I don’t want to hurt you.” Curiosity struck me after hearing him make that confession and I wanted to know how hard he was going to go.

I moved my hips to meet his thrusts while keeping a lock on his eyes. He looked at me and grinned.

“Maya, stop.” I knew this was going to be a delicious battle and I wanted to wage war. I met his thrust again, my body begging him to take me.

“Hurt me,” I whispered. He grabbed my ponytail, pulled my head back, bit me on my neck, and started to suck it, deepening the mark that was sure to be there. He intensified his dive into my sex with great force and I couldn’t help but let out a cry. He repeated his hard motions and with each stab, I let out a cry. The pain was pleasurable and I was enjoying it. I felt a form of release with each pounding I was receiving from him

“Oh my God, baby. What are you doing to me?” His cries let me know that he was also getting pleasure out of me allowing his inner rage to be free.

“Fuck me, Maya, ride me hard,” he said as he untied my hands. As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped them around his neck and he turned us over where I was now on top. He grabbed my breasts and began massaging them, sucking on my nipples slightly twisting each nipple in his fingers. I loved the tingling sensation I was getting with each lick, nibble, and twist.

“Harder, baby.” I began to ride his cock harder and faster as commanded, and I felt my peak build.

“Shit, Nick,” I moaned, not intentionally inciting him this time as I held my head back and closed my eyes as pleasure rippled through my body. He gritted out a deep moan as his crest met mine, squeezing my hips tight, forcing me into a steady position. I collapsed on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. He reached and grabbed his cover off his bed as we lay on the floor and fell asleep.

Chapter 9

   I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. One half-sleep look at the ID and I saw it was Samantha.

“Hello?” I said groggily in my half-asleep tone.

“Maya, where the fuck are you?”

“In the bed, why?”

“Um, I don’t know. Oh wait, yes I do, it’s ten a.m., and you are two hours late, missy!” she said aggressively. “Mr. Anderson is looking for you and so are the Binnings.” Before I could say anything, Nicholas’s phone rang to the sound of ducks quacking.

“What’s that?” Samantha said.

“A phone, Samantha. I’ll be there in forty-five minutes.”

“Oh my God, are you at Nicholas’s?” she inquired. I did not bite.

“Forty-five minutes, Samantha. Bye.” I hung up the phone and slowly crawled up to the bed.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“Work,” I responded, still half-asleep. Last night knocked me on my ass.

“What time is it?” He squinted, trying to look around.

“Five after ten.”

“Fuck! I had a meeting at nine thirty with contractors.” He jumped up off the floor and ran to the bathroom, naked with morning wood. Yep, that turned me on. I heard the shower start as I rested my head in my hands for a moment, trying to get a grasp on the morning. He grabbed me and I let out a scream. He then carried me to the bathroom and we showered and got ready to go to work.

****

On our way to the parking garage, Nicholas handed me a small box.

“Open it.” His enthusiasm overtook his composure.

“Oooh, another gift. I wonder what it is.” I giggled. “Could it be dental floss?” I laughed at the idea. When I opened the box, two keys were inside.

“Nicholas, I don’t understand. What are these keys for?”

“It’s a key to my place, both of them.” He smiled.

“Both of them?” I asked.

“Yes. My place here and in Fort Lauderdale.” He appeared to be searching my face for clues on how I was feeling and I was trying to avoid eye contact.

“Why?” My tone was dry and short.

“Ouch. I thought you liked me,” he said with a humorous tone. I smiled and then made the mistake of catching his eyes with mine.

“I’m sorry. I am taken by surprise, that’s all.”

“I understand. I’m not asking you to move in with me, I thought it would be good to have in case you wanted to come over or get away. I have an open door policy with my girlfriends.”

“Oh, girlfriends? I thought I was the only one. How sweet. Nice to know I am sharing you.” Sarcasm and a little bit of truth finding rolled into one.

“Well, you are the only one and I meant that in a general term not literal. You know ever since the last time you were over here, and we had that misunderstanding, I thought how nice it would be to have you sitting on the couch when I finally returned home. So, while I was out, I had them made. Plus I plan on taking you to my Fort Lauderdale place one day soon.”

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

“I don’t know what to say. I am…I…” I stuttered, trying to find the words to say to him. I have never felt this secure and wanted by another man. I reached up, grabbed his face, and kissed him.

“Thank you, Nick.” He placed his hands against my face and smiled. His eyes lit up and danced, looking deep into mine. He leaned down and kissed me again.

“I love you.”

“What?” Shock took control of my voice.

“Um, I love you,” he repeated.

“Okay, you must be crazy.”

“Why? I tell you I love you and now I’m crazy?” His tone was full of anger and uncertainty.

“Because we’ve only been seeing each other for about two weeks. Isn’t it too soon?”

“So you can tell me how I feel?” he said defensively, letting go of his hold on me. I walked away from him a little as I could feel the tension between us and it wasn’t the sexual tension I loved. This was a conflict.

“No, Nicholas, I’m not trying to tell you anything. I don’t know how a functional relationship works.”

“Who hurt you? It’s not me, so why do I have to take the blame for his actions?”

“Nick, I’m sorry. I’m not blaming you. It’s me. I don’t know how to process this.” Nick threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Look, Maya, I know how I feel. You are exactly everything I thought you would be, knew you were, and more. This is not a marriage proposal. I want you to know that I want you for more than my sex toy and your connections. I want to know you intimately, not only sexually. When we stay the night together, I wake up at night to see if you are really there or if I imagined our time together.” The spark in his eyes had left.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Nick, or make you upset. I just don’t know how to react when someone tells me that they love me.” His phone rang at the most inopportune moment.

“Yeah,” he answered angrily. “On my way.” He hung up his phone and with a look of hurt in his eyes, walked off to his car.

“Nick!” I called out to him, but no response.

‘Nicholas!” I called out again, tears threatening to erupt. He got into his truck and took off. I ran to my car and opened the door, immediately got in and started crying. What the fuck did I do? I thought to myself replaying how that exchange went from sweet to sour in ten seconds flat. My phone rang and I had hoped it was him.

“Where are you, is everything okay?” I cleared my throat in an attempt to gain my composure.

“Yes, Mr. Anderson,” I answered, clearing up any sounds of distress. “I am on my way in.”

“Okay, good. We need to discuss a few things,” he replied. As much as work was not on my mind right now, I had to put up that façade.

“Okay, see you in about twenty-five minutes.” I hung up the phone and cleaned the tracks of my tears. I looked at my neck and the trail of passion marks that were prominent and evident of the passion we shared last night.

“Samantha is going to love this,” I said sarcastically as I drove off to work.

****

I arrived at work fighting my tears all the way there. I hurried by Samantha’s desk and waved at her as she was on a call. I closed my door and let out a deep breath. I survived that, I thought to myself. I tried to get into the swing of things so this morning’s communication breakdown between Nicholas and I would not affect me, but I couldn’t. I kept thinking about the look in his eyes when he walked away from me. Tears threatened again as my door was opening. “Hey, girl. You finally made it in I see,” Samantha said as she walked in. I looked up at her and she saw the tears, closed my door, and locked it, ensuring that no one would disturb us. She took a deep breath and grabbed a couple of tissues.

“Hmm, let me guess, Nicholas,” she said as she wiped my tears. My girls knew that if a relationship presented itself to me, I would not know what to do. I was out of practice and was bound to mess it up.

“Tell me what happened,” she said.

“I don’t know. We had a good night together.”

“I can tell,” Samantha interrupted, referring to the marks on my neck.

“But this morning, as we were leaving he gave me these.” I took the box out of my purse and showed her the keys to his place, both of them.

“Um, Maya, that’s pretty deep.”

“That’s not all.”

“What else could there be besides giving you a key?”

I took a deep breath before I told her about his feelings for me. “He told me that he loved me.”

“Oh no! Really?” Samantha squealed in excitement. “Oh. I get it now. You freaked out didn’t you.”

“I, I don’t know what I did.” The tears started falling again. Samantha rested my head on her shoulder and began patting and rubbing my back as I started to sob uncontrollably.

“Why did I do that? I tell him that I trust him, but I lose my shit when he tells me that he loves me. Ugh, I don’t know.”

“Maya, I know you are confused right now and we need to talk this out, but, Mr. Anderson is looking for you.”

“Oh, right.” I straightened up and Samantha grabbed me a piece of ice from my mini fridge to put around my eyes to ease the puffiness. I pulled myself together and went to Mr. Anderson’s office.

I knocked on Mr. Anderson’s door and he invited me to come in. He was on a call as I entered and I stood by the door until he motioned for me to sit.

“I, see. John, I look forward to seeing you and your family Friday evening. I wish Nicky was going to be there, but I understand your business needs. Give your wife my love,” he said and finished the call.

“Thank you for coming in to work today. We appreciate it.” I could hear a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“I apologize, Mr. Anderson, for being late. It won’t happen again.”

“Yes, it will, but it’s okay. I assume that you were feeling under the weather this morning since your eyes are red and you seem to have the sniffles.” He had a look of concern and I think he knew illness is not the reason for the appearance.

“Yes, sir. A little under the weather.”

“Maybe, what I have to say may make you feel better.” He put on his glasses, looked at a piece of paper, and read:

Charles,

We are pleased with the work that Amaya Davis has done with the sporting division. We believe she and her team deserve a raise. Please advise Amaya that her new salary will come with an added bonus that will be announced at the celebration Friday.

“Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”

“They wanted to tell you this morning before they headed out to a few meetings, but you were running late. So they just had Sue send it to me in an email to inform you.”

“I appreciate it.” My mood was definitely on display since the talk of a pay increase with extra bonus didn’t have me jumping for joy.

“I know that it is not my place to say, but, are you okay?”

“Yes, Mr. Anderson I am okay. A little exhausted.” I was hoping this one little white lie was not going to bite me in the ass.

“I see. You and Nicholas are dating currently right?” So much for trying to keep that one to myself.

“We are kind of seeing each other,” I replied.

“You know John called Nicky this morning and he said he had an attitude when he called him like he had been arguing.”

I held my head down when my morning became obvious.

“Ah, I see. I don’t know what happened between you two, but I think you should take the rest of the day off and pull yourself together. Maybe he’ll call, maybe he won’t, but you deserve to give yourself time to work this out.”

I looked up at Mr. Anderson, who was now standing before me and gave him a slight smile as I stood to shake his hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Anderson,” I softly spoke to him. I turned and went back to my office where Samantha was patiently waiting for me.

“How did the meeting go?” she asked cautiously with concern on her face. I told her about the contents of the meeting with Mr. Anderson and that due to the fabulous job we did that we were going to get raises.

“That’s great, Maya, but, why do you still look unhappy?”

“Mr. Anderson is aware of this morning’s event between Nicholas and I and he told me to take the rest of the day off to help deal with whatever is going on. Apparently, the call that Nicholas took this morning was his dad and Nicholas did not have the best demeanor.”

“Oy,” she said in a disbelief tone. “I agree with Mr. Anderson, you do need to take the day off and go sleep this sadness off that pretty face. I will pitch in around here if needed.” I hugged her tightly.

“Thank you. Hugs and kisses?”

“Hugs and kisses. Now go on and get out of here.” I left the office and headed home.

On my way home, I stopped by the corner store and grabbed ice cream, cookies, and a soda. When I get into these moods I do one of three things, I either work out which I’m too exhausted to do thanks to last night, I work nonstop, but seeing how I was sent home, that is not an option, or I pig out which is my obvious choice for today’s mood. I opened my door, put my things on the counter, pulled off my clothes as I walked through the house, went and put on a
T-shirt
. I was angry with myself for opening my mouth. I was angry for not opening it when he was asking me questions. He wasn’t asking me to say it back to him he wanted to let me know how he felt. Why was I acting stupid, and offended by his feelings? Why didn’t I tell him how I felt? I took a big bite of my chocolate chip ice cream as I fought back the tears that were threatening and turned on the TV watched whatever movie was playing. It was actually watching me since my focus was not on the present, but my past, this past morning. I decided rest was exactly what I needed. I put my ice cream in the freezer, cleaned up my mess, climbed into my bed, and went to sleep.

I woke up and realized that I had been sleeping all day and most of the evening.

Eleven o’clock. Jeez. I will never get back to sleep now, I said to myself. I grabbed my cell phone to check my emails. There were a few from clients wishing me a speedy recovery, no thanks to Samantha I’m sure, and a few missed calls and texts from the girls of course. Nothing from Nicholas. I sighed and put my phone down, got up, and went to go find suitable food to eat. I was heating up a pot pie when my phone rang. Hoping that it was Nicholas, I ran into the room to get it. I looked and it was Mr. Anderson.