Temptation

Chapter 38 - Part 2

Warning, a little bit of sexual content ahead.
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«L'amour, c'est renoncer à l'intelligence pour vivre de ses sens.»

«Love is giving up intelligence to live by your senses.»
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The white curtains reflecting outside's brightness forced me to open my eyes. It took me a minute to adjust to my surroundings. I yawned and stretched my arms. Last night was wild, and I started feeling post-body aches this morning. I turned around to Julian but encountered emptiness. I was alone in bed. I quickly got up, provoking some painful sensation through my back. I groaned and grimaced; everywhere was hurting.

I snatched the towel from the floor and enveloped my body. I checked the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, the kitchen, and the living room. No one was there. It was still snowing heavily outside. What if he left me here? My heart started racing and a knock tied in my stomach. I couldn't go up the stairs; my legs were too sore. I screamed his name, and not surprisingly, it hurt my throat. I lost my voice.

Yep, great. I sounded raspy and low, like a grandma. Not cool at all.

I spotted my phone on the couch. It was Saturday, 11:27 Am. I had 14 missing calls, 43 messages from Xavier, Agea, Chris, and Emails from Mark. They were all worried they haven't heard of me.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I ran my hand through my hair, unable to believe what was happening. I decided to phone Julian, one ring, two rings, three and four rings, it went to voicemail.

"What the fuck." I whistled to myself, panicking. I ran my fingers through my hair and exhaled. "Okay, come on, Xemina, you put yourself in this situation; you will get out of it."

I felt tears forming, my heart twisting, and my breathing slowing. This was fucked up. I massaged my temple, trying to think straight.

The front door opened, startling me, and Julian appeared with many bags in his arms.

"Good morning, ma." He closed the door with his feet. He Dropped them on the marble counter and shook his hair, and took off his double-layered back coat. He looked so good, wearing a dark purple sweater, half white and half black cargo pants along with black Balenciagas.

I sighed with relief. "Where were you?" I walked up to him.

"I thought I would run to the supermarket and cook for you today. The storm hasn't calmed down. Sorry, I didn't tell you that I was going out. I didn't want to wake you up."

My heart melted. And here, I thought he left me. Surprise after surprise, I never thought that about him. I was expecting the worse.

"That's fine." I smiled.

"You're okay?" He asked as he leaned against the counter.

"Mmh yeah." I adjusted the towel around me. I didn't know what to say or act.

"Are you feeling some type of way or...?"

"I am fine."

"Perfect then."

He pulled me closer to him and kissed me. My hand took the rightful place on his hair. I bit and gently pulled his bottom lip. He moaned and squeezed my butt.

"You lost your voice." He whispered between kisses.

"I wonder how." I sarcastically joked.

He chuckled. "Are you cold?" He touched my shoulder.

"No, why?"

"I don't know, there's a storm, and the way you were screaming last night, I suppose hell froze over."