We arrive at my house and I hop off the vehicle and turn around. Lord knows I don't want him to leave, but I know I can't let him stay.

"Goodnight," I smile, walking away when I stop in my steps. "Christian?"

He looks in my direction and tries to read my expression.

Hopefully he can't, I don't want him to.

"Yes?"
"Why aren't you escorting me inside like you always do?" I tilt my head to the side.
"Oh, um... I didn't think you'd want me to?"
"You didn't think I'd want you to-Wow!" My hands fall and my sides.

"You know, if you want me to stay you can just ask," he chuckles before parking his truck infront of the garage.

He follows me inside and into the kitchen before I take out two bottles of water and place them on the counter.

"To what do I owe this invitation?" He smirks.
"So much for 70s English, Christian," my nose wrinkles at his question.
"I just want to know why I've been summoned this time," he chuckles,taking a seat a the tall chair.

I'm lonely, duh.

"I just needed an escort, Christian, nothing fancy," I shake my head, opening the bottle.

I know that was a bold faced lie.

"Meaning I can go?"
"Do you want to?"
"Well if you want me to, then I can,"
"Christian,"
"Imani," he says it so perfectly.

"Answer my question,"
"Answer mine first," he leans forward.
"Stop acting like a child, Christian,"
"Stop acting like you don't want me to stay, Imani," his tone is sly, and playful.

"I have something to say first," I walk towards him, "I...am, um... I'm sorry," the word is foreign to me but I'm glad I finally got it out in the open.

"Oh? But, you kinda did noth-"
"I'm sorry, Christian. For lashing out at you earlier today over the darn waitress,"
"Darn?" I wipe the smirk off his face with my annoyed expression and continue.

"Ok, sorry about that too. You did not deserve it at all, I just have this- thing, of throwing my rage on people who," I take in a deep breath to continue, "...who have nothing to do with my rage,"

"Well, I was still sorry. I said you were overreacting and it was wrong of me," his hand takes mine and I move closer. " But, whatever it is that's bothering you, you can always share it ?"

And what, tell you that James has told my sister that I'm with a white man?

"It's really not that easy, if you ask me," I sigh.
"Well, we are a couple now," he coaxes me.
"I know," the thought is thrilling.

"So, I think we shouldn't express our problems with anger, but being calm about it with each other," his hand moves from my hand to the small of my back, and the proximity between us vanishes.

"I'll work on that," I follow his lead, wrapping my arms round his neck as our foreheads touch.
"And so will I," his lips peck mine softly before going in, his tongue passionately searching my mouth and I grant him access.

My stomach fluttters at his touch, his free hand lifts one thigh and I oblige, snaking his  waist before he stands to place me on the counter, our lips still in union.

This isn't like in the movies, but I sure am glad I get first hand experience on what-whatever this is- is, and how it is expressed.
The way Christian holds me, teases my neck, his soft lips setting my body on fire is nothing but pure bliss...and on my counter! Not that this has never happened before, our first being on his island anyway, but this one felt different.

His hand reaches for the collar of my button up shirt,making it fall off my shoulders as he continues in his gentle assault from my neck. I moan as he pulls me even closer to his masculine self, and my hands lean on the counter top, toppling one of the water bottles over.

"Shit," I hiss at the water spreading to my butt, " pick me, Christian!" I shriek and laugh as he carries me away from the puddle.

"Um...ok,put me down,"
"You can't be serious," he joins me in my laughter, then grabbing the mop which stood by the kitchen door.
"About what?" I catch my breath, taking my shirt off completely, revealing my tank top left on.

"Stopping me over spilt water,"
"It's got my shirt wet too," I snap,trying to hold in my laughter at how hideous Christian looks with a mop in hand.

"Speaking of wet," he stops and walks back to me.

Now this is one of those erotic scenes in movies where the guy uses a normal word, makes it sexually dirty and then the two hormonal individuals have another make out session.

Or is it? Anyway...

"What?" I smile, slightly nervous about what to expect.
"Your pants are wet," he bites his bottom lip.
"No they're...wait what are we talking about?" I deadpan.
"Before you think I want to get in your pants, no. Your pants are wet in the literal sense. You did say so, didn't you?" his lips are in his mouth and now I feel dumb.

"Screw you, Christian," I run out the room and upstairs to my room to check my butt cheek which had a large wet circle on it.

"Ughh," I groan and pad into my room to change into a silk burgundy night gown.

Christian is browsing through channels when I returned downstairs, he turns and gapes as I walked up to him.

"You go to bed in that?" His eyes rake down my body.

Why ofcourse... not. Not all the time...

"Yes," I respond sarcastically.
"You look ravishing in silk," he takes one hand and lifts it, taking in my appearance in the sleeveless gown.

"Did I ever tell you I love chocolate?"
"Wow, lovely, Christian," I scoff.
"You had an agenda, didn't you?" he draws my hand to his chin.

Yess...

"No," I lie.
"How honest,"he brushes over it with his lips. "Eitherway, I do like the nightdress," my hand rests on his shoulder and his other hand trails down the soft fabric on my back.

"You're very tempting, Imani, but I will control myself," he smirks.

In an instant, my feet are off the ground and in his arms, and he leads me to my room.

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I wake up to my usual early alarm, a few minutes to seven. The sun is rising outside and the room is dimly lit.

Next to me was my incredibly sexy idiot, Christian... still in his clothes. Thank goodness we didn't take things further than we did the night before, even though I was arousing him in my nightgown.

Okaay it was wrong of me, I'm glad we managed to get into bed and not let our intimacy get the best of us.

He stirs in his sleep once my alarm rings again.

"Turn it off," he groans.
"It's off," I sit up and stare at his hair still in a bun, his body slowly going up and down from his breathing.

"Good morning, Christian," I lower my head to his chest.
"Mmh," he moans in his sleep and wraps one arm over my shoulder, lowering it to my waist.

"It's past seven,"
"Okay," his voice is still thick with sleep.
"We should get up," I raise my head from his chest.
"I'm really tired from yesterday's party, Imani. I need to sleep," he turns to me, nuzzling into my neck.

It's rather shocking that Christian is sleeping in my bed, this is insane. I allowed a man in my bed, he's the first since I got this house. Most men were even fortunate to reach the porch.

"I'll get up," he grunts, getting up and lowers his head to the floor before standing to walk out the door.

My head falls on my pillow and I face the ceiling once he's out of sight.

"Relax, Imani. He's your boyfriend after all, right?" I convince myself just as the door swung open.

Christian walks in topless, his upper torso heavily inked. I gape at the word written like a banner on his chest; Heimlich.

Why Heimlich?

"Can't seem to get your eyes off of my body, can you?" He chuckles lightly and sits on the edge of my bed,his back facing me while he puts his shoes on.

"Wel- um... I'm just examining," I stare at the one sentence over his shoulder blades inscribed in cursive.
"Carry on then," he stomps the ground lightly after lacing his last shoe and turns to me.

"I'll just head downstairs to make us some coffee," I pull the duvet off and walk past him when his hand grabs my wrist, pulling me to his body.

"No milk,please. I love my coffee dark," the words roll out his tongue so seductively, I believe there's more to this than milk-free coffee.

"Alright," I walk out and take one deep breath before heading down the staircase.

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"Mr Logan, yes it's me again. Yes I was wondering if it were possible to meet over your building project... Yes Ms Yané is also an overseer but in this agreement it is required to have two representatives from Khale... Oh then that would be great, see you there then,"

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