CHAPTER 9.

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Joel speaking in a foreign language was what woke me from the dream I was having. In my dream, we were on a beach and he was kissing my neck with his hand travelling up my leg. My fingers were in his hair and my legs were wrapped around his waist. We were alone on the shore and the waves were crashing against us. I whined. I wanted to know what would happen next. "Sim Avó." He whispered. I rolled off his chest and onto my side. I was starting to dose off when his low laugh woke me. I sat up and yawned. He sat up and end his conversation.

"Sorry...did I wake you?" He asked. I shook my head as I stretched. Yeah but it's fine. "Good morning by the way." He said as he checked my temperature. "Your fever is down again but if it goes up I'm taking you to the doctor." I shook my head with his hand on my forehead.

"That's not necessary—"

"Yes, it is. This many high fevers could mean something—stop pouting." He said frowning.

"Is it working?" I asked pouting even more. He lifted my face by my chin, forcing me to look at him. My pout slowly disappeared as I stared into his eyes. His face was inches from mine. His gaze fell to my lips briefly before those hungry eyes found mine again. He cocked his head and licked his lips.

"Do it again." He whispered huskily. A chil ran down my spine and for a moment I forgot myself. "Aubrey do it again." He ordered. I did. The corners of his lips twitched. He cradled the back of my head. His mouth was parted and his eyes half-closed. He closed the gap between us by an inch and stayed there. Kiss me already! I'm literally at your mercy—stop fucking around. He made a face and let go. I wanted to scream at him. You asshole!

"No. Try to at least make it look cute and maybe it would work." He said, harshly. I stopped pouting. "Maybe." He added. The disrespect.

"That's cold."

He shrugged. "Thug life." He said, smirking at me. I couldn't help but smile. I rolled my eyes when he smiled. You're mean but adorable. I'll give you that.

"Oh is that what you called that, put on a strap jacket then we'll talk," I said leaning back on my hands. He's grinning now. I gasped when he pulled me closer by my thighs. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

"Who said I didn't already have one." He whispered.

"So you're a bad boy?" I questioned smirking.

"Baddest of them all." He whispered. His lips were millimetres away from mine. If you're so bad why can't you kiss me—sigh. I need to stop this. I need to invest in a toy or something because I'm acting like a horny teenager. Joel got to his feet and stretched. I could hear his bones cracking. Suddenly he bent down, took me in his arms and went to the living room. "The floor is cold hun, stop freaking out." He said. I looked at him with widened eyes. Was I? I didn't notice. I tried to relax but it wasn't working.... and I couldn't stop staring at his lips.

He sat me on the couch before disappearing and returning with two bowls of cereal and a blanket to wrap around me. He gave me a bowl and set his on the coffee table. "Thank you." I said and began eating.

"Would you like anything to drink?" He asked. I looked up at him. He sure has made himself at home. He might as well—I like having someone here with me.

"Water is fine thanks." I replied. He came back with two glasses of water, sat down, and began eating. I couldn't stop myself  from staring at him. How are you so.....nice? I mean I've rejected you like twice or so—yet....you treat me with such kindness. Why? He finished eating and turned on Netflix.

He scrolled through my watch list when he said. "Orange Is The New Black? Isn't that a bit.....never mind."

"What? Scared of seeing girls having sex." I teased.

"No." He said smiling. "To each their own" He smirked and looked at me. "I was wondering why you watch it." He shrugged." Call me curious."

"Well despite all the hot girls, John has my attention." I answered teasingly. The corners of his mouth fell and he looked a way. "But Crazy Eyes is my favourite." He stared at the tv but said nothing. I frowned. He mumbled something under his breath as he started the episode. We watched several  episodes in silence and Joel was grumpy the entire time. Eventually, his features relaxed as he began to dose off and not long after he was asleep. I gave him some of my blanket but it was too small for the both of us so I wrapped it around him and brushed his hair out of his face. I don't know why you were so grumpy, I was only teasing.

I moved away and got up when his lip twitched. I had half a mind to press my lips against his but I won't do that. That will make things much worse and neither of us needs that. I got a blanket out of the closet, my laptop, and a glass of orange juice from the fridge before I sat at the island. I had sat there staring at my main character's name for five minutes straight until I realised I hadn't chosen a genre or a name for my novel. Twenty minutes had passed and I had managed to create my second character but a name and genre was still evading me and my fever was rising again. It better go down and never return or His Royal Highness, Sir Grumpy will take me to the hospital and that's the last thing I want. I hate hospitals.

Back to genres. I need to pick one. I could write a horror novel—nah I'll give myself nightmares. Sci-fi? Hmm...nope. Romance but.... no. There's erotica. Erotica requires sex, I haven't had sex in a week. I might be exaggerating but I can barely remember how it feels and what positions I liked. Damn! I miss sex! Sex with Brandon was amazing, he knows how to get me going on his good days.....anyway moving on. Names. Names. I need names. Sex Diaries? Hmm, I'll sleep on that one. I typed it so I wouldn't forget.

"What are you doing?" Joel asked from behind. I froze. Oh, No. His head appeared next to mine. No. No. No. His body hovering over my back with his hands on the island. This can't be happening.

"Sex Diaries?" He read before tilting his head to look at me for an explanation. No! I covered my face to hide my embarrassment. "What is that, Hun?" He asked. I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Kill me now," I said.

"Why should I?" He questioned. I could hear his smile forming. I removed my hands from my face. "Hun, tell me what Sex Diaries is." I covered my face again and shook my head.

"No way! It's embarrassing."

He removed my hands and forced me to look at him. "What is it? Come on tell me.....please." He said softly. "Come on, I won't judge." He assured. He looked genuine. His stance was wide with my legs between his, his hands on my lap and his face inches away. His eyes roamed my face. He looks so adorable all sleepy-eyed and smirky faced. I took a deep breath.

"You promise you won't judge?" I asked. He nodded.

"I promise." He said. I raised a brow at him. He rolled his eyes. "I'm not Eli—Joelle, hun. I don't babble everything I hear." He stated. I lifted my pinky. He chuckled. "What are you five?"

"You want to know what it is or not?"

He rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious—whatever...fine. Fine." He hooked our pinkies. "I promise...I won't judge....but I will laugh if the spirit takes me."

"Joel!" I whined and threw my head back in frustration.

"Joel!" He mocked. "You didn't say I couldn't laugh...now tell me." I swear this man is something special.

"No laughing," I told him. He made a face.

"What? That's cruel, that's a very cruel thing to ask of me, hun."

"No, you laughing at me is cruel." I cornered.

"I haven't even laughed at you ye—I mean...laugh with you yet." He said smiling. I gave him a pleading look. "Fine, I won't laugh either."

I took a deep breath. "I'm thinking about writing an erotic novel and I'm pending names—"

He's grinning now. "And you chose Sex Diaries as your title?" He questioned, cutting me off. He was trying not to laugh. His eyes were watering. I rolled my eyes. This asshole.

"Pending, Joel!" I blurted. "Pending, you know....awaiting decision. I'm still thinking of names."

"Oh...maybe I can help." He stated then grabbed a stool and sat beside me. I turned on my stool while he turned my laptop to him. "So...Sex Diaries is the only thing you can come up with?" He inquired. I nodded. He scratched his head. "ok...so what is your sex book about?"

"Do you have to call it that?" I whined.

He nodded. "It is what it is, hun, and it is a sex book." He said. I whined, which made him chuckle. He nudged my shoulder with his. "I'm teasing. Anyway, what is it about?"

"That's the other problem." I replied, looking at him. He gave me a weird look.

"Well, you're no help." He said under his breath. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, how about I shoot some names and you pick the one you like and we move on from there. How's that sound?" He turned on his stool to face me.

"Sure," I replied. He tapped his index finger on his chin as he thought of ideas.

"Hmm..." He mumbled. "Hmmm....hmmmm. Wait...hmmm. I need something.....anything, like a character. You got one?"

I grinned. " In fact, I do," he mouthed thank God, looking to heaven. I was tempted to punch him but I don't have the strength to make it hurt. "His name is Damian Meyer." I said proudly.

"Damian Meyer?" He repeated as he typed. I nodded. "Was he like....your high school crush or something?" He questioned jokingly.

"No. He's based on my current crush." He rolled his eyes. I wonder if he'll figure out it was him.

"Let me guess you base him off of John." He said childishly. No way. Are you jealous Joel? Aw. You must like me then....omg. I thought back to the day of the Dean incident. He was jealous of Dean! How did I not realize this? I had to force myself to not smile.

"No, he's not....he's... base off..." I trailed off when he looked at me. His lashes were low, lips slightly parted. My heart skipped several beats. Joel, I like you too but we won't work.....maybe if things were different. "Err...Johnny Depp." He made a face in slight disgust.

"So you're into old guys?" He asked lowly.

"Old or not, he's hot...trust me." Yeah, I had a crush on Johnny Depp since I watched Edward Scissorfingers. That man is bae but Joel you're the one I wish I can have. He rolled his eyes.

"Right. What is Damian Meyer's occupation?" He said dryly. I can't believe you're jealous.

"He's a tycoon in the oil industry." He looked at me with a blank expression then shook his head. "What?"

"Nothing. Ok....and who's the woman he's fucking." He said.

"Err...Charlotte....um...McFloyd." I answered.

"Ok...and she's a...?"

"Florist," I replied. He typed that down and looked at me.

"How is...Sex in the Flower Shop?" I shook my head. He sighed. "Tycoon and The Florist?" I shook my head. "Hard To Work With, Kiss Me Goodnight Next Time, I Want Her But I Can't Have Her, She's The Flowers To My Garden, Needing...Miss. Cab-McFloyd, I Stole Her Underwear, Flower Heaven Help Me, She's Clueless But Cute, She's The Queen of Mixed Signals, I Want Her So Bad—for the love of all that's good pick something already!" He yelled.

"I did, I did."

"What did you choose?" He said in the same tone.

"Umm...I changed it a bit and I got...Billionaire Stole My Panties." I said. He looked at me with a strange look. Is it bad? I should give up, shouldn't I? " What?" He shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm going to start making lunch." He said getting up. "I'm leaving for Paris tonight." He said.

"For Fashion Week?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Can I come?" I asked. He was taking a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup out of the cabinet. He looked at me. "I mean, I usually go with your dad."

He rest the can on the island and stared at me. He studied me for a while. "You want to come with me?" I nodded. "Are you sure you're well enough for that?" He asked. I nodded.

"I'll be fine," I stated.

"Ok...well you should start packing then we leave at 8 pm."

-

It was 11:30 and  I was ready and bubbling with excitement. My Louis Vuitton suitcase and handbag stood at my bedroom door. Ready and waiting. I had dressed in a burgundy, dress suit, a gold anchor necklace, hoop earrings and my black pumps in my suitcase. My hair was styled into a low bun. I laid in bed watching Rick and Morty, waiting for Joel. I've been waiting for the past three hours. He had left to get his luggage and left me to get ready. About five episodes later, he texted me.
 

From: Joel Pereira

I swear Cabrera if you gave me your flu. I'm going to kill you. I feel like a train ran over me twice.

To: Joel Pereira

👀oops, my bad.

He replied twenty minutes later.

From: Joel Pereira

Sorry I dozed off, Hun. I don't think I'm well enough to fly tonight. Sorry, we'll go next time.

Now I feel bad for getting you sick.

To: Joel Pereira

Do you want me to come over?

From: Joel Pereira

Are you crazy! Do you see what time it is! Stay your ass at home!

A minute later.

From: Joel Pereira

And make sure you eat something and go to sleep.

To: Joel Pereira

Why should I? I'm not even tired.

From: Joel Pereira

Because I told you to.

To: Joel Pereira

You're not the boss of me....outside of work.

From: Joel Pereira

You wanna bet? If you don't want to sleep...I have a way of putting you to sleep, Aubrey.

From: Joel Pereira

Real.

From: Joel Pereira

Fucking.

From: Joel Pereira

Quick.

Oh? I bite my lip.

To: Joel Pereira

Care to elaborate?

From: Joel Pereira

No hun, I rather show you😉.

I knew exactly what he meant and the thought of it made me ache between my thighs. My thoughts shifted to last night when he had his arms around me —those big, strong arms. I wanted his mouth on my skin. Oh fucking hell, Joel. I slipped my hand into my panties. As expected, I was as wet as a fucking riverbank. I toyed with my pussy with thoughts of Joel's rock hard cock pounding the life out of it. "Hm." I moaned. My thoughts shifted back to last night and how I wished that night had ended...

I wiggled my ass against him. He didn't react and judging by his slow, shallow breaths he had already fallen asleep. I sighed and closed my eyes. I gasped when he yanked me into him. "Do that again." He whispered huskily.

"What?" I questioned. "This?" I asked and rubbed my ass against him. He turned on the lamp and kissed me hungrily. I moaned when he pushed aside my panties and rubbed his middle finger against me. "Joel." I moaned. I laid on my back and ran my fingers through his hair before grabbing a fist and yanking him toward me. I kissed him. I cried out when he thrust his finger into me. "Fuck."

"Come for me, Aubrey." He whispered in my ear as he thrust harder into me. He inserted another finger, sending me off the deep end. He kissed my cheek as I came. "That's it." He said against my cheek, his finger toying with my clit...

I jumped when my Mac chimed. It wasn't from Joel though, it was from Apple. I sighed and removed my hand. I opened Microsoft Word and began writing. Words began to flow like a raging waterfall. I called it a night around midnight. I was proud of myself for finishing my first chapter. I stripped down to my underwear and went to bed.


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