PERFECT PAIR

((6)) You're Too Wet Already!

ANSEL

I could swim forever.

I could dive forever.

I could be in this underworld of cool water forever.

Swimming has always been kind of my therapy. After everything I went through, I've always kind of found some sort of refuge in swimming.

It must be the water.

How it just washes away the sorrow and tears. How it drowns the sadness.

For some reason, the water today is really warm.

It must be the hot sun shining on earth today.

I dive deeper and deeper, not giving a care in the world if I might drown. I just want to swim down to greater lengths.

Then I suddenly hear a voice.

Her voice.

Her sweet, splendid voice.

Ariella.

"Ansel?"

She just called me twice!

What is this?

Is this some dream? Did she really come over to my house? Why did she come in the first place? How did she know I live here! Who told her I live here? Whoever he or she is, I should buy them drinks some time…

I don't give a f**k about swimming anymore.

All I seem to care about now is that girl's full, soft lips. I can even feel my mouth drool at the thought of her… Every fiber in my being is just aroused by the mere thought of her lips touching mine…

Just like in our wedding!

Good Lord!

I should get her out of my head.

I stick my head out of the water and my eyes are graced with her unreal beauty.

Her face lights up with a smile and I wonder why she's an actress instead of a dental model, if there's something like that… Her teeth are perfect. Her skin is glowing in the sun. I can't seem to take my eyes off her big blue eyes! She looks like a f*****g barbie doll with her gold hair tumbling on her shoulders.

And as if looking at her gorgeous face isn't torture enough, she has come dressed in a red, lacy, lingerie. Her body! Good lord! I can feel my big man down there screaming! The things I can do to that body! First, I'll have to start with taking off that tendril of hair away from the middle of her cleavage where it seems to be stuck.

The only place that tendril of yellow hair should be stuck in is between my fingers when I'm pulling it from the back…

Ugh!

I push those crazy thoughts away immediately.

I lean on the poolside, making sure she's seeing all these muscular biceps, perfect abs and tanned skin.

I rake my fingers through my hair just like those models in sexy adverts do. I heard ladies find that s**t sexy. And it seems to be working too with this darling doll here.

She stops standing and sits on the pool side, tempting me with her tasty thighs. She sits with her back arched, her long blonde hair tumbling on the floor. I glance away to drool at the delicious meal of breasts she's serving me.

I know I sound like a pervert or that psycho Spanish guy from 365 days but, can you really judge me?

Have you met Ariella?

One look at her and I imagine all the things I could do to that mouth and that body. She's like a hot, spicy meal that you keep devouring and devouring but you can never seem to get enough of it.

She stretches her hand out to me.

"You're too wet already," she says seductively. "I need to get wet too. Can you please help me?"

I jump out of the water, my manhood aching to be set free from the prison of Calvin Klein boxers.

I grab her hand and lift her, pressing my body tight against hers. Her bosom rests on my stiff chest.

"Before I get you wet, First, tell me why you are here."

"I'm here to thank you personally for the role you gave me back in the movie."

"Thank me? How?"

"You know how…"

She bites her lower lip…

Shit! f*****g s**t!

I hate the way she's looking at me…

As if her eyes are begging me to tear apart her lingerie and pound on her. Hard.

"How about I give you a taste of my lips so that you can stop spoiling my reputation calling me a horrible kisser?"

She giggles and lifts her legs to reach my lips. I put my hand on her small, round butt as I press her body closer to mine. Her body fits so perfectly with mine.

I look into her eyes for a moment.

Our eyes bore into each other's and there's this weird business going on in my stomach suddenly and my heart seems to be the home of talented drummers.

Her eyes draw me to her lips and I bend down to kiss her when her mouth starts bleeding.

She starts coughing blood and she's dizzy with her eyes rolling back. She's losing consciousness. She goes sprawling on the ground but I'm quick to catch her so that she doesn't hit her head.

I'm horrified when I see that she is bleeding abdominally.

I am panic-stricken, terrified by the gruesome sight of her dying in my arms.

"Help!!! Help!!!" I yelp.

He stands there, sneering at me.

"You killed her! It's your fault she's dead!"

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I wash my face in the sink and brush my teeth.

What kind of a stupid dream was that! It was not just a dream! But a dream mixed with a little nightmare in the end!

I'm used to that last part by now…

What I'm not used to is dreaming about her…

In my entire life, I've only dreamt of one woman. She's the only one that comes in my dreams.

But not Ariella!

God! Not Ariella!

And what I felt for her in that dream felt so real! Her body in mine! Her skin on mine! The way my body reacted to the sight of her! It all felt so real…

I know men naturally wake up with morning wood but this morning's wood was wood on top of wood, burning in the sun. The erection was so bad I felt like my man would explode.

I ended up exploding beside some random girl I slept with last night.

I thought if I just slept with the girl, I would stop thinking about Ari but she's still stuck in my head. Stuck in my head so bad that I groaned her name as I f****d the life out of that poor girl…

But atleast we had a great time with the girl on top of the sheets. The girl's body is fine but I couldn't seem to get the picture of Ari's body out of my head!

Ugh!

I really need to get Ariella off my f*****g head.

I step in the shower and let the water drip. I close my eyes and Ari is there, showing off her body. Luring me in. Tempting me. Making sure I crave her..

The shower is not helping either!

I step out of the bathroom and swiftly pull on a pair of ripped jeans and a cool, black t-shirt with my face on it.

I ruffle my wet hair till it looks spiky in a cool way. I don't forget to put on a silver heart necklace, a Rolex and a silver stud on my left ear.

For some reason, I'm kinda excited today. Not because of the crazy Ariella dream.. Okay. Maybe it's the dream…

But I feel excited about the day today.

I know why!

That stubborn Ari girl and I are having a kissing scene today. Well, that's after I told my manager to tell her manager that she has the role back.

The role she's been crying so hard for just because I refused to kiss her. That girl must be allergic to NOs.

Anyways, I care less what she's allergic to.

Only reason I gave her back the role was because she put up a challenge. No, I put up the challenge first but she's the one that pushed me.

Now I'm going to prove her wrong.

You're lying to yourself! You know that's not the real reason you want to kiss her so badly you fool!

"That's the only reason!"

I push away the stupid thoughts and rush to the livingroom.

My manager, Morrell, is typing on his phone, sitting on the white, leather, L-sofa when I get there.

"Hey man!" We do a bro hug and I fall on the sofa far from him.

"You talked to Ariella's manager?"

"Yeah…"

"And?"

"I don't think you'll like this, bro…"

"What?"

"Ari wants an official meeting with you and your management team first."

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