C E N T R A L C E E || 18+

Chapter Seventeen

"Babe, what's wrong?" Cench asked me as we both sat down on the corner of the bed. I didn't know, honestly. Everything suddenly felt wrong. Maybe I had been wrong for thinking that I could commit to a serious relationship after Enzo. No, that couldn't be. I had gone to therapy and I had overcome my issues. I wasn't the problem in this situation.

"I feel like everyone just keeps lying to me," I simply said. As much as I knew that I wasn't the problem, I also knew that Cench wasn't either. We had to trust each other. He trusted me, so I had to trust him as well. That was how relationships worked.

"Oh no, babe, I would never lie to you," he whispered, hugging me tightly against his chest. And just like that, I melted. I melted into him, letting go of all kinds of doubts and uncertainties. I let him hold me like that for a few more moments, listening to his heartbeat.

When I finally felt like it, I looked up into his eyes. He almost looked as pained as I was. I couldn't bare seeing him like this, just because of me. I wanted him to know that I cared about him as much as he cared about me and that I was here to comfort him, too. So I stood up and took his hand.

"Come on, I'm taking you out," I beamed as I dragged him towards the door. "We have to leave this house if we want some silence." I didn't bother with nice and fancy clothes, because this date wasn't going to be fancy like the ones in London. This was going to be just us, me and him. Me and my love.

"Slow down, baby," I said behind me. We were practically running out of the house now. But it was working. The sadness on his face was replaced with excitement.

As we walked into garage to get into the car, I remembered the day when I had gone to his house so he could give me back my black Range Rover. My brain was suddenly flushed with so many memories from that day. I remembered his cars, his confidence and the comfort I had felt around him even though we had been strangers back then.

"Whoa," he said, looking around the big garage, that was filled with around 15 cars. "Are these all yours?" At his question, I wrapped my arms around his torso and looked up at him. God, he was so gorgeous.

"Yeah," I smiled. "Someone I knew from London inspired me. I think he was a rapper, but I can't really remember." I knew where this was going. I was teasing him on purpose.

"Oh yeah?" He playfully answered back. "Pick a car, and I'll help you remember about this certain rapper." I couldn't help the smile on my face. Intentionally brushing my breasts against his chest, I pointed to a car on the right end of the garage, without even having to look into that direction.

It was the car I had seen that day in his garage and claimed that I had the same one. The blue Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. It wasn't really easy getting my hands on this one, but it was worth all of the struggles.

I wrapped my legs around his body as he lifted me up and walked us towards the car. He was clearly surprised about the car, but only gave a low chuckle as a sign of it. He slowly lowered me onto the hood of the car, not loosening his grip around my waist. I pulled him closer, feeling the erection in his pants.

"Is this how you're going to remind me of my rapper?" I teased, now grinding against the bulge in his pants. He smirked back at me, just like he did when I had first met him. "He will be the only thing you'll remember once I'm done with you," he whispered, leaning into my ear. His voice was enough to make me come on my multi million dollar car.

Not being so gentle anymore, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed my back down on the car. I let out a quiet moan as I arched my back to give him full access to me. In a quick motion, he unbuttoned his and my jeans and teased my entrance with the tip of his cock.