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Chapter Thirteen

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A wave of pure shock traveled down my body as a result of him touching my most sensitive spot. Before I could realize my actions, I blurted out the most idiotic sentence.

"I forgot the kettle on the stove." I nearly screamed.

Aubrey stopped moving and removed his fingers from my vanilla colored panties. He turned his head around and took a glance at the stove on his right. No kettle near.

A gentle chuckle left his mouth and he took a step back, letting me go from the imaginary prison his toned arms used to create a moment ago.

"I am making you nervous," he said without looking me in the eyes, instead reaching for a glass. This time for his use.

Of course, you're making me nervous. I screamed internally.

"What?" I asked, pushing myself away from the counter. "No, you're not."

What was I supposed to do now? Go to my room? This conversation was getting out of hand. Talk about awkwardness standing like an elephant in the room.

On the other hand, he seemed extremely relaxed while pouring cold milk in his glass. My eyes travel up to his hard rock chest and build shoulders. But seconds later as he brings the liquid to his lips I realize he has caught me gawking at him again.

His answering grin is scorching, completely in tune with the hunger in his eyes and his impatient erection I haven't forgotten about. Again I catch my breath, thrilled to my core when his low tone washes over me, "I think It would be stupid of me to try and hide the fact I feel attracted to you," he says before choking down the milk in one gulp, and leaving the glass in the sink behind him. Aubrey runs the back of his hand down my cheek, then lovingly traces the line of my jaw with a knuckle.

"I am not sure I will be able to contain myself, Lia," Aubrey whispered gently as he searches my face for any trace of emotion, his confession might have caused.

His fevered words ratchet my desire to unbearable levels and I feel my body starting to get unbearably hot, his dress shirt sticking to my bare chest.

"Why are you containing yourself then?" I utter and raise my eyebrow. I decide it will be best for me, to finish the conversation and show him I might not be this fragile as he sees me.

I lose no time as I sneak a hand around his neck and push my body closer to his. My mouth lingers over his lips for a few seconds before I attack them. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip as I grant him access.

I hungrily bite on his full juicy lip and before I could sneak out of our making out session, he positions his hands on my hips. Aubrey roughly clutches the ends of his dress shirt, pulling them up to my stomach, only to bare my thighs completely. I realize there is no way out of his "embrace" and start panicking. Electricity shooting through my body as his hands move to my ass and he squeezes both of my cheeks roughly.

What did I get myself into?

There is only one way out of this, Lia.

As Aubrey kept sucking hungrily on my neck, It was getting harder to fulfill my task. I felt detached from myself, who is this girl who can't dominate a simple man ? I lower my hand. I keep my hand on top of his boxers and slowly reach the hard bulge in his boxers. He sucks in a breath as I graze my hand over him. I don't know what to do so I just keep touching it, running my fingers up and down. I am too nervous to look at him so I keep my eyes on his growing crotch. I feel his grasp losing.

I quickly sneak out of his hands, grab my full glass of milk and storm of the kitchen. Leaving the most handsome man I have ever seen in my whole life with a fully grown erection, all because of me.

"Good night, Mr. Graham," I shout while running down the corridor, nearly knocking myself out in one of his antique roman statues.

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The second time I opened my eyes in Aubrey's condo was ten hours after my encounter with him in the kitchen.

"Ten hours of sleep," I whispered to myself as I looked at the retro alarm clock on the nightstand. I couldn't bring myself to remember the last time I got to sleep that long.

Right, never. Because there's always a ton of work and Momma Tyra alwa-

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I screamed rapidly, as I tried to remove myself as fast as I could from the white sheets. As soon as my bare feet touched the floor, at the speed of light, I opened the door and ran down the corridor.

I am the dumbest person in the history of all dumb fúckers. How can I forget to call mom? Since yesterday when I came back with Aubrey to his condo, my mind has switched off.

I burst into Mr. I-have-five-living-rooms's kitchen because that was the only room I knew in that god damn dungeon he called 'penthouse'. But no Aubrey was expecting me anywhere near.

Instead, a petite blonde woman's back was facing me as she sat on the same white leather couch, I was scared to sit yesterday. I shifted from one foot to the other. Was I supposed to say "Hello'" ? I am not his girlfriend, family or maid. Oh, God. Don't think about being this guy's maid.

I sighed noisily, making my presence obvious.

She turned her head around as she caught a glance at me. The ends of her mouth lifting into a sincere smile.

The woman stood up. Her blazing hazel eyes lingering at me, making me a bit uncomfortable. I opened my mouth and a soft chuckle left my mouth.

"I am so sorry," I said as I approached the woman.

"Hello," I greeted. "Ophelia Bennett," I said, quickly extending my left hand to her.

"Sandi," she greeted and waved one hand at the couch.

I sat next to where she was sitting. Sandi kept her gaze on me a bit longer, before turning on her heel and entering the kitchen.

"Would you want a cup of coffee? Chocolate chip cookies? I made some," she asked as I was still trying to think if what I was doing was right. I can't stay longer in his apartment. "Oh, I am Aubrey's mom by the way. Don't get yourself fooled by my youthful looks."