The Things We Crave

Chapter Thirteen

Catherine came out of her room that morning around ten. Lexie waited impatiently to hear about her evening while Catherine got her coffee and onion bagel around. They sat at the kitchen table. Lexie watched her take a bite then sip her coffee, tapping her finger on the tabletop.

“So, how did it go? Were you successful on your mission?” Lexie asks bursting at the seams with excitement.

Catherine set down her cup and laced her fingers together as she looked everywhere but at Lexie. “It went well, I did have a one-night stand. And you would be proud of me, I even left him alone in the bed to wake up alone.”

Lexie squeals and does a happy dance in her chair. “Damn girl, heart-breaker right out the shoot. Who was he? Was he good in bed? Oh! Did you get off?!”

“Settle down! It was Brad’s co-partner, Vincent. He was actually really sweet, and easy on the eyes. We had a lot of fun, I kind of feel bad that I left him the way I did. As far as the s*x part, it was the best I ever had. His hands were eager and firm, but his touch was welcoming. His lips were soft and experienced, along with his tongue.” A chill went down her back remembering the way he pleasured her with it. “Did I have an orgasm? Several. I lost track how many times we had s*x, Lexie, he was insatiable! It was like I was a glass of water in the middle of the dessert. We did it in different positions, it was crazy. Plus, we went all night practically, I haven’t done that since college. I’m getting too old for that, I’m so sore. I used muscles I forgot I had.”

Lexie starts to laugh hysterically.

“He also did this other thing I thought was… different.” Catherine said picking up her cup and take a few swallows. “He talked the whole time. I’d have to say he was my first one. So, I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“He talked? Like talked dirty?” Then Lexie deepens her voice with a bad impression of a man’s voice, “Hey baby, who’s your daddy? You like it when I do this?”

Catherine busts out in a full out cackle. When she gains control, she shakes her head, “No, not like that. He was more like talking to himself or thinking out loud. He complimented parts of my body, expressed his enjoyment, used endearments things like that. It wasn’t bad, it just I’m used to guys moaning or grunting, maybe throwing my name out there. With him, there was no guessing what he was thinking or feeling. I purred in his ear and earned the name kitten. I think I’ll refer to him from now on when he is ever brought up in a conversation as Gabby. What do you think?”

“Every boy toy or one-night stand needs an endearment, but you can’t use the same one twice. The name you give him will be how you remember the experience. If that’s what sticks out about it than Gabby it is.” Lexie says with a wink.

They laugh some more until their sides hurt. Catherine releases a heavy sigh. “Do you think he’ll forget about me? I hope I left a good impression in his memory. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.” She stared off in the distance.

“You are as unforgettable as a one-hit wonder. If he does then he didn’t deserve the opportunity to sleep with you. He is probably mad as hell and missing your sweet ass. Hurry up and eat. We got to go grocery shopping and your mother called earlier. She needs you to pick up a few things.” Lexie says as she stands and goes to her room.

Catherine smiles and downs the rest of her coffee. It was fun, Gabby, but now it’s back to reality. Boring… she thought.

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It’s been a month. Vincent has his new club in LA renovated and the finishing touches are all that is left. He walks with Julius Spade around the establishment, showing him the areas he has promised as part of the deal they made for Spade’s insurance policy. The offices are on the middle floor in the back corner of the building near the fire escape for easy access for them to slip in and out. A large room with a security room and bullet proof windows was made especially for them with keypad entry.

Vincent shows him where the security cameras are and the places he wants Spade’s men through out club operation. Spade was pleased and accepts the job to protect it and the people who came there. Vincent’s office was down the hall from the mob’s office. It was in opposite side of the hall so the back wall was a one-way mirror so he could look over the dance floor on the first floor. Although he didn’t dance, he enjoyed watch others and found it amusing.

His mind wanders to Catherine and that night she had dragged him on to the dance floor. She insisted she could teach him to dance. After a few drinks he looked like he knew what he was doing. He smiles at the memory. He was still upset how she had played him. He had worked hard to reset his body from his addiction for the two weeks and was setback because of a set of emerald eyes and lushes curves. The past month has been hell to get back on track. He could have any of the girls he has hired for this club, they were high quality. They all wanted him bad, bad enough they trip over themselves when they see him coming. The problem was he didn’t want them. His body craved only Catherine. None of these girls could compare to her beauty or witty personality. Her hobbies made her exciting and she was intelligent enough to keep up with him. She was perfect. He vowed to wait for her to come around, which is part of the reason he stays in LA. He has hired a private investigator to keep tabs on her. He wanted to know what she was doing, who she was seeing, and that she was safe.

Things for the club is on track. He got along great with the mob boss, his son, Ace, not so much. They were the same age, but Ace wasn’t as successful in his work as number two in his father’s business. Ace was jealous of Vincent’s money and the attention he got from Julius. He has heard his father say that Vincent was like a son to him only know him for a few weeks.

Ace runs a few gigs. His main operation he’s been running for a year now is a street racing league that has been lucrative. He currently has twenty racers that meet at the open racetrack twice a month around midnight. Sometimes he run a high stakes race in the middle of the city to add danger and obstacles that make it more challenging. He has two racers’ he sponsors for a percent of their winnings. It has gotten popular enough to catch the attention of other mob territories to where they want in on the race. His father has told him he was happy he finally was showing some initiative.

Last week, Ace met a stunning piece of work, with candy apple hair and emerald eyes. He wasn’t sure if she could handle the sweetest bike he has ever seen. He was left speechless as he she rode the bike with precision and a skill he hasn’t seen. She claimed to have never street raced before, but after he witnessed her race, he wasn’t so sure. None the less, he found himself personally congratulating her and giving her the prize money for first place.

She was easy on the eyes and he was drawn to her instantly. He managed to convince her to come to the next race and gave her his personal phone number, which he rarely gives out to people he just met. She was reluctant to take it at first, but he slyly told her it was to inform her news about up coming races and locations. He even invited her to the after party at the beach; it’s a huge bomb fire and a few coolers of beer. She declined and left hastily.

He still hasn’t got a call or text from her yet. He hopes that he’ll get another chance to see her again. He wants to recruit her as one of his racers to sponsor, and maybe a little more.

Vincent stays out of the affairs of the mob, as long as his club is safe, that’s all he cares about.