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Chapter 1- To My Understanding

*King's POV*

"Thank you for calling Safe Meridian, my name is Zora Lofton. To better assist you can I have your first and last name?" Zora Lofton? No, it can't be her. I couldn't see her working for a bank.

"King Anderson."

She giggled on the other line, "I know someone with that name. Anyways, what can I help you with?"

Could it really be her? I'll figure it out soon.

"I need to join this and my other account."

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"Is there anything else I could help you with?"

"Ah, I almost forgot. By any chance, are you the same Zora Lofton from Westview High?"

Silence.

"K-King, is it really you?" She whispered. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my lips.

"Yeah... it is."

"Do you have a pen and paper nearby?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not supposed to do this but take my number. I get off at 12 am but my lunch is in an hour. Shoot me a call or text."

Zora and I go back to freshmen year. Though the same age I graduated two years before her, even then we were still really close. Shortly after I graduated high school at 16, we started dating. A few months later I went to St. Carson University to be a surgeon. By the time she graduated at 18 and took up university, we decided to end things. 8 years later (around last year) she invited me and a large group of people to celebrate her getting her Juris Doctorate. That was the last I'd seen her. So why was she working at a bank? Beats me.

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"Hello?" Her soft voice startled me, as I fixed my juice. The phone was ringing for so long I didn't think she was going to answer.

"Hey." I smiled wide.

"Yes?"

"Sorry, it's King."

"H-hi."

"Hey, question..." I traced the rim of my cup.

"Ok,"

"Are you free tonight? I'd love to take you out to dinner and catch up."

Silence.

"Now? It's almost 2 in the morning." she whispered.

"Yeah... now."

"Uh... ok. Yeah, why not? Where are we going?" She perked, I didn't have to see her face to tell that she was smiling.

"I was thinking somewhere a bit like Per Se." I made my way up to my bedroom and into my closet. What was I going to wear?

"That's a bit high class don't you think?" 

I picked out a long sleeve collared shit and a pair of dress pants. 

"Depends on who's paying."  I chuckled. 

"Still like spending your money, huh?" She sounded as if she was shuffling around. 

"Well-"

"We'll go half and half." She cleared her throat. I smiled. 

"Believe what you want, babe." She turned on the shower. "Anywho, meet me there in 2 hours. I wanna freshen up, babe. I'll call you when I'm leaving my house." I grabbed my towel.

"Ok." 

Why did I call her babe? Twice at that. Listening to her voice for the first time in months felt great. It reminded me of way back when she was mines. 

Thinking about the times we almost had sex made me sweat in the already steamy shower. 

Before I knew it, I'd had a hard-on. I missed the feel of her tongue in my mouth, the way she ran her fingers through my hair gripping it as I pressed myself against her, the number of times I went down on her, hearing her moans brought me ecstasy.

I couldn't help but stroke my length, imagining how it would feel as I inched my way inside of her, her nails digging into my arms, as she bit her lip, her soft brown eyes not breaking from my own. 

Before I knew it, I'd met my release. 

I shouldn't be fantasizing over her when I hadn't seen her for so long. I don't want to get my hopes up. What if she has a boyfriend? Hell what if she's married?

Though I didn't see her as a woman who would be worried about these things so soon in life, I couldn't help but let my mind wander.

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"Sorry, I'm late. She sat at the table. She wore a tight black dress with a slit on the thigh. Her usually curly black hair was now light brown and straight stopped above her waist and green contacts.

"Wow." I gawked leaning in on my elbows.

"What?" She placed her silver wallet in her lap as she sat across from me.

"You're still fucking gorgeous."

"Please, it's  just make-up." She smiled, the faint tint of red on her cheeks.

"All I see is you." I grabbed her hand. She's adorable when she's flustered. 

"Good evening my name is Adam, I will be your waiter for tonight. Can I get you both started on a drink?" The waiter approached pulling out his notepad and pen, once his eyes landed on Zora they didn't move.

"Yes, I'll have an Old Fashioned, no ice." I grasped his attention.

"Right, Old Fashioned, no ice. Got it. And uh, for the lady?" 

"I'll have a Vieux Carré..." She then looked at me, "no ice." 

"Alright, a Vieux Carré, no ice. Can I just see the ID for the two of you please?"

We showed him the little plastic cards before he looked at them briefly then nodded.

"Alright, I'll be back with your drinks in no time." He put his pad and pen in his apron pocket before turning to walk away

"Soo..." She giggled. "I see your accent hasn't changed. As a matter of fact... you sound sexier than you did way back then."

I rose my eyebrows at her sudden boldness. She's not one to speak out about these things, yet she said it without a hint of hesitation.

"Imagine how it would sound in your ear," I bit my lip, "groaning your name, telling you how good your pu-"

"Ok!" She whisper-yelled, her face had reddened substantially. She's absolutely adorable. 

'What accent?' one may wonder. Well, I was born in Yorkshire raised by an older couple with an RP British accent. Naturally, I inherited the accent on a more harsh scale than it would be if I were raised by a middle-aged couple. 

I've been told by Zora herself that I sound like a 'British noble'.