CHAPTER 20.

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After his first meeting, Joel pulled into a meeting with his accountant. I had to interrupt them so he could eat. My job for the day was going over accounting records with Management because someone made an error. I got back to my desk an hour ago, I took a half-hour nap then woke up with foxes on my mind. "Hey." Joelle's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He smiled. His chest-length hair was pulled back into a bun. He wore wearing a red flannel shirt, dark pants rolled up to his ankles and dark Alpargatas.

"Hey." I greeted him, smiling back. I reached into my bag and pulled up the designs for Beth's loft.

"So...how were they?" He asked, brushing the stray strands out of his face.

"Amazing. I'm starting to think you could have been an architect if you didn't work here."

"I was...well still technically am but when my father made me the part-owner. Let's say it was an offer I couldn't refuse." He smiled. His smile was always so bright and genuine.

"Seriously?" I said, in shock.

"Yup." He smiled. "I'm the one who designed for this place."

"That's crazy maybe you should come and fix my place," I said chuckling.

"Of course! I'll stop by anytime you want me to." He said still smiling. "Anyways, I gotta jet. See you around, B."

"Ok bye, Joelle."

-

Later that day. It's almost 5 and I'm barely done reorganizing Joel's schedule. I'm too tired for this. I yawned. He's still in the meeting with his accountant, he already gave me a heads up that it might be a lengthy one but damn it's taking forever. I sighed. I picked up my phone and turned it on. I tensed when I saw ten missed calls and fifteen messages all from one of Brandon's friends. I chewed on my lip as I threw my phone across the room. Stop sending your friend to harass me! How the hell did you even get my number?

"Ms Cabrera?" I froze when I heard Joel's voice. Ah oh. I turned to see him standing beside my desk with a brow in the air, his accountant stood beside him. His accountant fumbled to fix his tie. I forced a smile.

"Umm...well nice seeing you again, Joel." Said his accountant, eyeing me cautiously. His accountant is a tiny man maybe an inch or 2 taller than me, with a full head of wavy hair and dark eyes. They shook hands.

"Likewise Owen," Joel replied giving Owen a light squeeze on his shoulder. Owen flashed a smile my way then scurried to the elevator. When Owen got on to the elevator, Joel picked up my phone. He turned to me with a brow raised. I shrugged.

"I thought I saw a spider but I think I missed it."

"Hm. Well, I'm going to lock up so get ready." He was about to walk past my desk when he said. "Oh and try not to kill anymore 'spiders'" He teased, emphasizing spiders. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," I said. He chuckled as he walked into his office. He came out five minutes later and locked the door behind him. He waited for me in front of my desk. I threw my bag over my shoulder and stood beside him. He took my hands in his hand as we walked to the elevator. Once inside he turned to me with my broken phone in hand. "You wanna explain what really happened between you and this phone."  His gaze tore me to pieces. Lie. You are crazy...he's not stupid. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Brandon is using his friend to try to convince me to—" 

"Say no more." He said, clenching the phone. His knuckled were white. I took the phone and stuffed it into my bag.

"Out of sight, out of mind."

"Not out of my mind." He grumbled. "We need you to get you a new number."

"Joel—"

"Aubrey." He sighed. "W-what do you want for dinner?" He said, changing the subject. He leaned closer to me. I stared at him for a while, watching him trying to keep his shit together. I shrugged.

"Whatever you feel for. I'm not that hungry." I replied, looking up into his beautiful eyes. He stared back. My heart flipped when his thumb brushed my cheek. I sighed and closed my eyes when it trailed down my neck. Goosebumps followed his touch. I bite my lip. I cleared my throat and moved away from him. "How about good ole hotdogs?"

He smirked. "Hotdogs?"

"Yeah, why not? It's simple and less expensive than those restaurants you always take me to," I pointed out. "Come on, rich boy you scared of a little hotdog." I teased. He smiled and spread across his face.

"Alright. Hotdogs it is." He agreed. He pulled me into his chest making me yelp. "What. Scared of being close to your boyfriend?" He asked teasingly, his smile slowly faded when I didn't answer immediately." You're uncomfortable?" He asks. I pulled away. 

"Yeah. Can we not do this here, please?" He just nodded. The elevator opened, to the parking lot, where a few of the staff were just pulling out.

-

I sat down on the island, watching his ketchup-stained plate. We're at my place,  just finished eating—he was petty the entire drive here and up until this point. He shouldn't be petty to me...I just didn't want other people in our business. It's way too early for that. Right after he was done eating, he got up and went to the bathroom without uttering a single word. I got up and washed the plates then went to the bathroom. Slowly, I opened the door hoping he wouldn't hear me come in. Thankfully, he didn't. I stripped out of my clothes and went inside.

He must have heard the shower door because he turned to face me. His hair fell flat on his forehead, grazing his eyebrows. His eyes roamed my body, smirk a small smirk. "Stop doing that." I whined.

"Doing what?" He asked a minute later.

"Staring at me like you're going to devour me." I replied. He pushed his hair off his forehead and smiled. "I feel intimidated by you." He licked his lips.

"Maybe it's because I want to, hun," he cornered, taking a step closer then pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me, "and how do I intimidate you?" He questioned, into my ear. Your every existence intimates me. I looked up into his eyes. He smirked as he leaned in and kissed my neck. My eyes fluttered close and I let my hands crawl up his back.

"I.....don't know," I started, "you're so—jeez...I  don't even know how to explain myself. The way you talk to me, I guess, how you handle things... I don't know....you are pretty much out of my league." He pulled away with a frown.

"No, you're out of my league." He said. Stopping trying to make me feel good,  Joel.

"No, I'm not." I protested.

"Yes, you are." He argued.

"No," I whined.

"Yes."

"No," I whined again.

"No."

"Yes. Shit." I said, laughing. He chuckled.

"Gotcha." He smiled. He took my hand in his and wrapped it around his neck. He lifted me onto him. I gasped then wrapped my legs tighter around him. "You don't know how beautiful you are." He whispered. I blushed.

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only the really beautiful ones." He cooed. Couldn't help but smile. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and kissed him. His hands roamed my body. I drew his bottom lip between my teeth. He whined in pleasure. I nested my head in his nap and enjoyed being in his arms. "So are we going to—"

"No, you had an attitude earlier."

"What are you talking about?" He questioned, I looked at his confused face.

"After the whole elevator thing...you had an attitude." I pointed out.

"Of course I did...your ex's friends are harassing you and on top of that you're uncomfortable with me showing a speck of affection, which bugles my mind, so I'm trying to figure out what could be the reason for that."

"I just don't want everyone knowing about us," I stated, "I don't want people to think I slept with you—and think that's why I still have a job."

"Aubrey, first of all: fuck, what they think—you still have a job because you get shit done, you're nice to look at...and if they think you slept with me—they don't know you at all." He says, "it's fucking exhausting trying to get in your pants." I laughed.

"You're being overdramatic," I said laughing.

"I'm not, I'm very serious I give up a couple of times," He confessed.

"So what made you get back on the horse?"

"I didn't get back on it...it's the fact that I like you way more than what's in your pants, which is what pushed me to blackmail your little ass because a year is too fucking for us to be this close and be just friend." He said. "I was fed up and shit needed to change." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, you have me now," I told him, stroking his hair.

"Not enough for you to want me to boost our relationship in everyone's faces." He said pettily. I rolled my eyes.

"Can you not be petty for one day." I gritted through my teeth.

"That would be asking too much of me." He said. I shook my head.  He grinned at me as he puts me down. "Have your shower, hun, I'm going to look for a movie for us to watch." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Don't pick a scary movie!" I yelled after him as he walked out of the shower. I stuck my head out, watching him wrap a towel around his waist, and then he took his toothbrush out of the cabinet behind the mirror.

"What's that? A scary movie? Ok, scary movie it is." He said, smirking at me.

"I said no scary movie," I said firmly.

"Your mouth is saying no but I keep hearing a yes." He said, pulling his toothbrush into his mouth. I narrowed my eyes at him. He smirked, "Hurry up, you're wasting water."

-

The next morning, I woke up on his warm chest. Thank God, it's Sunday so he'd let me sleep in. A smile crept on my lips before my brain commanded my eyes to open. I looked up to see his sleeping face. To my surprise he was staring back at me, what am I saying nothing about him waking up before I surprised me. I wonder if he has a built-in alarm implanted in his brain or something. "Morning." He said, after lifting my head to give me a nice long kiss. We smiled at each other. Last night was nice, we watched The Brothers Grisby, laughing our heads off. Afterwards, we cuddled up to watch Forrest Grump.

"Morning, how long have you been awake?" I questioned. He gave me a sheepish smile, shrugging.

"A little over an hour."

"Pervert." I teased and pulled on his nose. He grinned and rolled his eyes.

"I prefer the term—" He paused, "—never mind I got nothing." He said, chuckling. I rolled my eyes, laughing. I drew circles on his chest and stomach. I ran my fingertips between the ridges of his 8-pack and I traced his v-line. I paused at the waistband of his boxers. "Look who's the pervert now."  He growled. I grinned mischievously. "You fucking tease."

"Which am I? A pervert or a tease?" I questioned, looking deep into his eyes asI bit my lip. Slowly, I dipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers. He stared back at me, daring me with his eyes narrowed.

"Go in deeper then I'll let you know," he said, "I dare you." He added, smirking. Oh, you dare me? Hehe. Not yet. I pulled my hand out and then tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. He growled.

"I don't give in to peer pressure that easily," I smirked at him.  He narrowed his eyes at me. I let my knee brush against him.

"Fuck." He hissed. "You're a tease. You're a fucking tease."

I leaned up to his lips and pecked them. "Am I?" I questioned grinning. He grabbed the back of my neck pulling me into a hungry kiss. When our lips crash, I drew his bottom lip between my teeth. He pulled me onto him, straddling his lap. He sat up, still holding the back of my neck. He looked at me. His eyes ignited with lust. How does he look so perfect from every angle?

"You see what you did?" He questioned, huskily. Huh? He put me to sit flat on his throbbing erection. I gasped. Yes! Yes! Yes! My inner goddess scratched at the wall begging for release. She nor I could bear the aching between our legs any longer.

"That's not my problem," I told him, testing the waters. I pushed the right button because something ignited within him and it was going to make me eat my word. Believe me when I tell you wanted exactly that. His jaw clenched and relaxed as his eyes roamed my body.

"Oh, it is your problem. You woke him up and you're sure as hell putting him back to sleep, hun." The authority in his tone made me wet I swear to God. My pussy was screaming. "Got it?" I nodded not trusting my voice. A breath got caught in my throat when his hands snaked up my shirt, cupping my breast. He flicked my nipple with his finger. I bite the back of my hand trying to mask a moan able to erupt from my lips. He removed my hand away.

"I want to hear you, hun." He whispered. I blushed. He smirked. He massaged the swells of flesh. "They fit perfectly in my hands." He said under his breath then slip his hands out and tucked at the hem of my shirt and mouthed off. I pulled it off and threw it over my head. He shifted to my chest, he licked his lips before going in for the kill. I moaned. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back. When his tongue flicked on my nipple, I grabbed a fistful of his thick locks. He chuckled against me. In mere seconds, he flipped me down onto the bed. I gasped.

He knelt between my legs. He lifted my left and trailed kisses from my calf right down to my inner thigh. Each kiss made my heartbeat like a drum. I pulled my black shorts along with my disgracefully filled holes, and underwear, impatiently. He looked at me amused. "Slow down, tiger. Big tease like you can't handle a bit of foreplay?" He teased. You're taking too long!

"Can handle it, I'm just not sure if I can get any wetter," I said, unable to control my mouth. Oh shit. His brows shot up.

"Really?" He questioned, spread my legs exposing my shame. I gripped the sheets when his finger slide into me without any prep.

"Oh my!" I hissed when he slided out and then in again.

"Whoa, nice," he said, raspy. He slid out then in again once, "good but I'm not impressed. I want you wetter." He growled. A knock on the door made me tense. Go away!

"Ignore it," I said, but the knocking continued. His brow furrowed.

"Seriously." He whined under his breath. He took his vest off the floor and threw it on before storming out the room. I groaned in frustration before putting my clothes on and running after him. "What are you doing here?" I heard Joey spat as I was about to step into the foyer.

"The question: is why are you here?" Joel spat back. I slid in front of Joel and jumped onto Joey.

"You're back!" I squealed. He hugged me and spun me around.

"Of course, I came back. I had to see my favourite girl." He replied. Settling me back on the ground. I beamed at him. His eye was black and blue. He wore a red shirt, jeans and red Yezzy's.

"Ahem!" Joey and I looked back at Joel. Who was beyond annoyed. "Am I missing something here?" We just stared at him. Didn't I tell you Joey and I are friends? I could have sworn I did. "I'm waiting." His tone was incredibly dry.

"Did you not tell him?" Joey whispered into my ear. I shrugged. I thought I did....wait yes I did! On my birthday when he realised you got me gifts...he got all jealous. Plus Joey told you we're best friends in Paris.

"What, do I have six heads or something. Speak!" Joel said raising his voice. I gasped. I back up into Joey a bit on instinct. A pang of fear ripped through me.

"As he said in Paris....he's my best friend," I replied softly, not meeting his eyes. Joel got uncomfortably silent, the next thing I knew I was back inside and Joel slammed the door in Joey's face. What the—What has gotten into you....besides you being your typical jealous self.

"Can't I come in too?" Joey said to provoke Joel. Joel's face turned blood red and his fist into a ball. Oh, calm down it isn't that serious. I reached for the door and he grabbed my wrist before my fingers even grazed the doorknob. He frowned at me with his brows furrowed. I rolled my eyes at him. I reached for it again but with my other hand, he grabbed it too. I tried to break free but it was no use. Joel, you're starting to piss me off.

"Stop playing around and let him in!" I yelled at myself. I shot him the angriest look I could muster and I swear something flared in his eyes.

"No. You have a problem to take care of." He said. Huh? What is he talking about? He rubbed my hand against his erection. I gasped. He looked like he was about to tear a hole in his boxers. Wait! Wait! Wait! Is that real? That can't be his penis! I yanked my hand away and took a peek inside. My jaw dropped. It's huge and it doesn't look like it's fully erect. I swallowed hard.  Oh hell no. I tore my gaze away. Who are you trying to kill with that thing? Better not be me. "That right. Now lean over the wall." He ordered in that sexy huskily voice, pushing me towards the wall. You're going to do me against the wall? Ok! Waiting no...no...yes...I mean no.  I fought hard to do what he said but it was like my inner goddess was taking over. If he said spread their legs, she'd reply; how wide, what angle do you want me in or something.

"W-w-we can't your brother is at the door," I said stuttering my words. I didn't know what to do, part of me wanted to tackle that thing and the other wanted to touch it and ran. So many choices.

"Woman, bend over the damn wall!" He yelled. I jumped. Ok...damn...don't do me like that Joel. I twisted and squeezed my legs together in hopes to ease the arch. I bite my lip. Fuck.

"You're a caveman, you know that?" I blurted, finally giving in.

"Damn straight." He agreed, watching me like a hawk and I leaned off the wall, making sure to stick my ass out towards him. Are you happy now!

Oh shit. I bite my bite and twisted my torso to look back at him as he stood behind me, holding my waist. He pressed himself against me and I felt like I was going insane. I could hear Joey saying something but I didn't care enough to listen.

"Leave!" Joel yelled after one hard pound on the door.

"I'm going, I'm going," Joey said. Joel knocked on the door and waited a while behind turning his attention to me. He bit his lip as he pressed his thump into my back dimples then smiled. That beautiful smile of his.

"There you go again with that damn look on your face," I said. He looked at me, smirking. I jumped when he slapped my butt. I got delicious shivers blossoming through my body.

"Shit." I moaned.

"Got anything else to say?" He questioned. I nodded. Yeah, fuck me already and stop wasting time.

"Plenty," I replied. I felt like I was going to scream when he rubbed himself against me and then slap my butt again. I gasped with my eyes fluttering. Stop teasing me! I want it. "Do that again." I dared him, looking at him. My statement took him by surprise for a moment. He does in again, making me dig my nails into the wall. Yes! Fuck yes!

"So do I. Have you slept with him?"  He asked. Huh? He can't be serious. What part of just a friend doesn't he get?

"No!" I exclaimed. "We're just friends and I mean it."

"He says differently."  He said dryly. Then he's lying. I frowned then smirked. I'm going to mess with his head. Yeah, that should be fun.

"So what if I did? You gonna do something about it?" I teased, biting my lip.

"Hell yes!"  He exclaimed to my surprise. Oh? Like what? Fuck me against the wall? Come on, I've been waiting for centuries.

"Do you know....how hot you are when you're jealous?" I stared. I stood up straight and turned to grab a fistful of his vest. He gave me a cutesy smile.

"Why thank you."  He said, in an adorable voice. He's too cute. I laughed. "Get ready, we're going on a picnic."

Wait...huh? Did I hear him correctly? "What?"

"You. Me. Picnic. You

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