A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

The week had gone by peacefully for lack of a better word.

In that space of time, I’d learnt that my mom’s organs weren’t getting worse, but they weren’t improving either. It wasn’t really something to celebrate, but I was glad to hear that her situation wasn’t getting worse.

I’d also gotten in touch with Bailey and she’d told me that business was doing really well. I was so happy to hear that my absence hadn’t affected things at all. I’d always known that she was a good assistant, but I was starting to think it was time to give her a raise. She deserved it.

It was a particularly hot day today and I’d decided to go for a swim. I mean, what was the point in staying at a beach house when you never actually swam at the beach?

I wore jean shorts over my panties, grabbed a small towel, my phone, and went outside. I swam for a bit, sticking to the shallows because even though I loved swimming, I loved my life more, and then swam some more.

Swimming made me horny and the longer I stayed in the water, the hornier I got. Frankly, it was quite stupid of me to deliberately do something that would make me horny when I knew that there was no way I would be able to do anything about it.

As of two days ago, I’d come to the heartbreaking conclusion that my hands were useless. It was like my state of horniness multiplied everytime I got myself off, and I hadn’t packed my vibrator with me either.

Translation, I was screwed.

I turned in the water, swimming back the way I’d come, as images of Alex filled my mind. My nipples puckered when I remembered the sight of his dark head between my thighs, how erotic the sight had been, seeing his dark hair against my tan skin.

Shit. This was torture.

He didn’t watch me the way he usually did, didn’t give me this dark, heated looks that made my thighs clench anymore. It was almost like he was trying to act like I wasn’t there. Sure, a few times our eyes met over the kitchen island or in the living room, sometimes in the hallway, but he always looked away.

At first, I’d pretended that I didn’t care but eventually, it started getting to me. I’d packed sexy and most of the things I wore in the house were skimpy. They got a lot of attention, mostly from Drew and Balery-Jake sometimes-but with Alex, it was almost like he didn’t see below my neck.

It was frustrating.

What was even more frustrating was the fact that it was like our roles had been reversed and I was the one now staring at him, watching him, waiting for him to acknowledge me, to do anything at all that hinted that he was seeing me.

Sighing, I stepped out of the water, drying off with my towel before shoving my legs into my shorts and padding into the house, my mind focused on one thing.

I passed Jake in the living room, hunched over with a laptop on his thighs as he stared engrossed at whatever it was on the screen. His eyes shot up quickly the moment I entered the living room, then dropped back to his screen.

“Hi, Laura.”

“Hey, Jake.” I gave a small wave.

There was something about Jake that gave me chills. It was probably his eyes. They were normal dark brown eyes, a shade that almost matched his hair, but there was something about them that made a person want to tread carefully when he stared at them.

He wasn’t like Jack or Drew, sort of as reserved as Alex, but reserved wasn’t really the word I would use to describe him. There was a certain darkness lurking beneath all that shiny exterior, a darkness that he was not doing a good job of hiding.

Or maybe he wasn’t trying to hide it at all.

I went straight to the fridge in the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of cold water and sat on one of the stools by the island, uncapping it and taking a long swallow. The water cooled me off a bit, but it still didn’t take my mind off my mission.

I’d decided that since Alex was keen on not putting his hands on me anymore, then I was going to put my hands on him. I also still felt bad over what happened the last time and I’d been trying to talk myself into doing something for him.

While swimming, I’d made up my mind.

I’d never seen a body like his. I derived pleasure from touching him and merely kissing him pushed me right towards the edge of an orgasm. But I wasn’t going to do it with the idea that I was doing it for him; I was simply going to do it for him.

I just needed to find the right time.

I went through my emails one more time just to make sure that I’d responded to all of them, then just to cross check, I went through my spams and saw that I’d received a new email.

The subject alone was enough to inform me on who the sender was. I usually ignored them, so I didn’t hesitate to do the same this time.

I never opened them for my sanity.

Getting emails from stalkers had become a norm over the past few years. Most of them were men propositioning me, trying to get a night or two from me. But then I’d thought carefully about the pros and cons before deciding not only to be the CEO of the little company, but also one of the models and I had to bear the consequences.

I didn’t care what people thought. I loved wearing and advertising some of the designs, and even though my face was cropped off in most of the pictures, my followers probably already knew my body well enough to know which of the pictures was me.

I barely responded to private messages especially when they were not about business and since my email was linked to my Instagram account, I got a lot of mails from horny teenagers, disgusting old men, and even crazy people, begging me for a night with them. Some even wanted to pay.

It was crazy.

The messages had stopped coming recently though, probably when they realised that I was never going to respond to them, so I was a bit surprised when I saw this new one. Seemed like there was an overly optimistic one amongst them.

I looked up and placed my phone face down on the counter when Drew walked into the kitchen.

“Hey,” I grinned, noticing that he was all dressed up. “What’s the occasion?”

“I’m going into town.” He announced, going over to the sink to wash his hands. I noticed that he did that a lot.

I braced my elbows on the edge of the kitchen island, dropping my face on my hands. “Going to get anything?”

“Nah, I’m going to get laid. Wanna come with?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

At least someone was getting laid.

“Thanks, but I’m abstaining.”

“Sure,” he drawled sarcastically, wiggling his brows and I laughed, shaking my head.

My laugh stopped abruptly when Alex walked into the kitchen, his eyes sweeping over me and Drew quickly, before pulling the fridge open and grabbing a bottle of water. He slammed the fridge shut before walking back out without another look at us.

That show of anger was nothing short of refreshing.

“I’ll be rooting for you,” I called after Drew as he exited the kitchen.

“Thanks,” he yelled back.

That was my cue to go after Alex.

Snatching my phone off the kitchen counter, I hurried after him. I took the stairs two at a time just to make sure that he didn’t lock his door before I could reach him, and thankfully, when I reached the landing, he was just steeping inside his room.

I quickly shoved my foot into the space between the door and the frame before he could close the door.

“You should be glad I didn’t smash your foot.” He stated cooly, eyes roving over me. “What are you doing here?”

I shoved him into the room before he could change his mind and actually smash my foot. “Returning the favour.”