Page 21 of Chance Happenings
“Just give me this, alright. I’ve been silently rooting for both of you for a long time and consummated was the nicest way that I could ask if y’all were fucking without embarrassing you,” she says a little too loudly, which causes people to turn in our direction at the word fucking.
“Yes, we’ve had sex,” I whisper. “But we haven’t since we made it official. It’s still very new.” Cacey is full on beaming again, even shooting looks over at her brother. There’s no telling what he’s thinking. Knowing them, he probably knows every detail of the conversation just off her reaction with the twin thing and all. “So, have you talked to your brother about you and Dane yet?” I ask, trying to get the conversation back off of me.
“No. Not yet, but Dane has. He says it's all good. Not that I need Chance’s approval as much as Dane feels he needs it.”
“Maybe it's all good between them, but that doesn’t mean that it's all good with you. You know guys and their warped sense of standards that they have between males and females.”
“Yeah well, if it's not all good, he’ll get over it. God only knows how many times I’ve had his back and saved his ass. What are you going to do about work?”
“What do you mean, what am I doing about work? I’m not quitting.”
“I’m not saying or suggesting you quit, but I know how you are about mixing business and pleasure.”
“Right now, I don’t know how that’s going to work, that's why I’m here with you instead of at home with your brother. I’m just planning to keep it, business at work and keep our relationship quiet. There will be no mixing of anything there.”
“Good luck with that. This is my brother you're talking about.” Exactly and that is also another reason I’m here at dinner, but I don’t tell her that. Chance nor Dane bother to come over to our table for the rest of our dinner, even though they stayed through three courses and dessert. I did notice when we left we are followed once again by one of Dane’s guys in the familiar dark SUV.
When Cacey parks in her driveway, James… one of the security guards, meets me to walk me to Chance’s door while Tim clears the house and stands guard. I guess until Chance makes it back. Looking over at my door longingly, I wonder if my new bed is as comfortable as I remembered it or if it pales in comparison to Chance’s. I would also be curious to see if I would get overwhelmed by being in the space so soon after the attack. Whatever happens with Pearce or Chance’s crazy stalker chick next, I’ll be ready. Because besides Cacey and I discussing our love lives, we also discussed me joining the self-defense class she goes to weekly. I told her I would give it a try aleast.
After not getting much sleep the night before and spending a ridiculous amount of energy ducking Chance in the office, I’m exhausted. The house is locked up and my security is apparently here until further notice, so I head straight for the bathroom and Chance’s ridiculously huge shower. Ever since I left work, I’ve been anxious and overstimulated with the recent turn of events. On one hand, Chance and I are in an actual relationship, which for me has been that unattainable goal. On the other, I’ve been attacked twice in two different states by two different people in a short span of time. I guess, like my grandma always said, if it's not one thing, it's another. These constant troubles are stressing me out, but as the water hits my skin, all the stress of the day starts to immediately drain away.
Chance
With a little extrapep in my step, I make my way out of the car and into the house, dismissing Tim and James before I head upstairs. My original plan when I found out where Alexa and Cacey were having dinner was to crash the evening and dine with them for the night. But Dane advised against it and actually had shit to talk about regarding Pearce and this other unknown threat. The Pearce situation has been a constant nuisance since before New York, but this new mystery chick has become a thorn covered rose in my side. On one hand, I’m grateful that this has brought Alexa and I closer together. But the upgrade of our relationship has not come without the cost of her safety.
According to Dane, Pearce has been looking into Alexa’s new life and is still having her watched. The problem is, he can’t seem to find any proof. Which is frustrating as fuck. What’s even more frustrating is this unknown rogue chick that apparently has some type of history with me is like a ghost. Dane can’t seem to pinpoint any female from my past with reason or means to have attacked Alexa. It’s like it had not even happened for all the leads that he has. And he’s one of the best at what he does as far as I’m concern.
So far, all we know is that the attacker was a female… told Alexa, “I won’t let you have him” and left behind a familiar flowery scent. So, we’re pretty much at square one. Hell, even the little bit of DNA we found is leading us nowhere.
When I enter my room, all thoughts of suspects go out the window because I see a trail of Alexa’s clothes on the floor. She’s nowhere in sight, but I hear the shower on in the bathroom. I hesitate for a second, but remember we’re officially together and not at work, so I decide to go in. To up the surprise factor, I take off my clothes before heading into the bathroom, stopping when I see her standing in the shower with her forehead against the wall, looking exhausted and vulnerable.
This must be what love feels like because at that moment I go from fully aroused to concerned. And I get a sudden case of chivalry determined to give Alexa what she needs. I get in the shower behind her with the most honorable intentions. Totally onboard with my new agenda. I take the soap and loofah to wash her back.
Her body has always been beautiful, even in her most awkward stages of puberty. I still can’t believe she’s mine. I’m washing her back, but she hasn’t moved or acknowledged my presence. So continue on in silence, solely focused on caring for her. I want so badly to drop the loofah to lather her up with my bare hands and make skin to skin contact. But I can’t. Just the thought of my hands on her with no barrier is killing my good intentions and has me back to my originally aroused state. Maybe it's the water, her scent, and the fact I’m still touching her bare skin. Loofah or no loofah.Iignore the ache, finishing up her back and try to respectfully move to her arms when she turns towards me, not looking exhausted or stressed at all.
She has a drunken smile on her face, looking like she’s fully relaxed and doesn’t have a care in the world. That look sends all thoughts of a respectable washing out the window. I add more soap. Moving from her arms straight to her breast. I manage to continue with the loofah all of five seconds before it's dropped, and all but forgotten. With just my hands, I massage the soap onto her skin while she touches herself, struggling to keep her eyes open and on me as her head falls back. I can’t believe the boldness. I would’ve never thought Alexa would be in my shower with me touching herself and putting on a show like this. It’s so sexy, and I’m having a hard time focusing on how I should proceed. Normally these things come easy for me, I just go with the flow. But somewhere in this thing my inhibitions have heightened and I’m second guessing every thought I want to put into action.
The thought must register on my face, because Alexa’s eyes are now fully on me. She lowers herself to her knees, taking the lead and completely blowing my mind. So much so that I’m certain that if I didn’t want to kill Pearce at the hospital in New York, I definitely wanted him dead now. I’m thinking about how she could’ve gotten so proficient at the things she’s doing to me. With one hand Alexa’s still playing with herself... knees spread wide, as she takes as much of me as she can in her mouth, using her free hand to chase all the places her tongue has touched. I can’t help but stare down at her, intoxicated by the sight, hoping to get a glimpse of her face staring up at me. But it never happens. She’s too intent with her efforts, bringing both of us to the brink of pleasure. I caress her face, encouraging her to lift her eyes and nudge deeper into her mouth. Still oblivious to my silent request, she moves her hand to the back of my thigh, gliding a trail up to the small of my back before she claws her way back down.
Pleasant pain dulls all senses outside of her touch, and it takes mere seconds before I cum with Alexa still on her knees, continuing her sensual assault. My eyes slowly drift close as I struggle to stay on my feet beforeeverything goes black.
I wake up to the loud screech of my alarm all disoriented and realize I’ve lost time somewhere between Alexa going down on me in the shower and now. Remembering it, I’m even more shocked than I was last night when it was actually happening. Am I being punked right now? Did the waitress at the restaurant spike my drink? I don’t feel like I’ve been drugged. It feels like I’ve woken up from a good night's rest. I can’t believe not only did she get herself off while I watched, she was able to embarrass the hell out of me by getting me off so quickly. A feat that has not been accomplished since high school. Feeling her skin brush up against mine has my already aching member on high alert and ready to indulge. I definitely would indulge in all the dirty things that have been swirling around in my head if we had more time. But we don’t, and I’m not about to fuck up this relationship by pissing Alexa off and making her late for work. She’s made it very clear she didn’t want her work life affected by this relationship.
It seems like I’m being tested at about the third attempt to wake Alexa up. With every attempt she makes some noise that's probably a whine but sounds way too close to a moan while burrowing closer to my side.
Just as I’m about to give in, the obnoxious screeching of the alarm goes off again and kills whatever chances I have of us being late for work this morning. Alexa doesn’t hit snooze and roll back over like a normal person. No. She just jolts out of bed, completely naked. The sight shocking both of us before she quickly recovers and heads to the bathroom, shutting the door. Just in case she was acting on reflex reactions, I go to check to see if she needs anything, but when I turn the knob, it doesn’t budge. I’m locked out and I can’t even use my own toilet at this point. Relenting to any ideas about trying to change her mind, I head to the guest bedroom to get ready for work.
This morning Alexa insisted on driving in to work today herself, even if that meant she would have to have James ride in with her. The action pissed me off a little until she followed up her insistence with a mind-numbing kiss. Reassuring me that nothing had changed, but that she was serious about keeping up appearances while at work. With that declaration, I didn’t push my luck and agreed to go along with her wishes. Her outfit is a total 180 from yesterday, well sort of because she has traded in her power pantsuit and mock turtleneck for a similar blazer with a knee-length form fitting skirt and a ruffled top that seemed to have a few buttons missing from the neck. When I look at the shoes, I send a silent thanks to my sister because those things have her name all over it.
I’m sitting in my office irritated and aroused when I hear an extra loud throat clearing at my now open office door. After looking up at the person responsible for the interruption, I bite back a curse. I don’t know why I thought that the old man would let this thing go.
“You alright over there, boy?” My father says as he comes further into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“What can I do for you today, boss?” I ask, adding the boss at the end, hoping that he is here on business and not to further add any input into Alexa and I’s living arrangement. Somehow the old man is rendered speechless. I’m pretending to be busy on my computer, but I look up to see him staring at the whiteboard by the conference table, then finally settling in front of the office window looking out. It seems like a good minute before he responds.
“I tried to wait for you or Alexa to come to me for help. I got tired of waiting. So I decided to drop into a place where you couldn’t kick me out of, and where I know the both of you would be.”
“Sorry to interrupt you, Dad… but you got part of that wrong. Yes. This is still your company, but this is still MY office, unless you’re here to fire me. I may not be able to kick you out of the building. But I can certainly kick you out of this office.”
