Desire Play

accident

Lips smashed and fireworks everywhere. There was pin drop silence in the room, only our sloppy kisses can be heard. I tried to tell Andrew but he pushed us in one of the changing rooms. His lips could not leave me and his heads were tracing my body. He was biting my earlobe and I could not help but moan. A shaky breath left and I could not help but turn to give him more access. He managed to lower the dress and my entire shoulder and neck was on his mercy. I could see in the mirror that my neck was decorated with red hickeys. In the attempt to push him away from me, somehow I ended up straddling him. His hands were remembering my curves and goosebumps were erupting from his kisses. My dress was pooled at my waist. The only piece of fabric left between was my skimpy bra. This dress was a bad decision; it could lead to bad consequences as things are getting escalated pretty quickly. All my attempts to detach myself from Andrew were futile. My resistance was also dying under his passion and skilful hands. Suddenly his phone roared, making us aware of the situation. With hooded eyes he looked at me, I quickly got off and went to the other dressing room. Locked myself to check properly the damage that was done. My neck was adorned with red marks everywhere. This cannot be concealed. My breath is still ragged. I can hear my heartbeat. I can feel his hands, his tongue dancing on my tongue, his cologne engulfing my senses. A light knock brought me out of the haze.

"Eve, open the door." Andrew said.

"Wait . I will be out in a minute."

I quickly got dressed up, let my hair down and tamed it by brushing my hand. I slowly opened the door. Andrew was looking out of the window. I couldn't help but notice the struggle he is trying to keep calm. As if hearing my thoughts he looked at me. With concerned gaze he analysed me, I couldn't keep still and kept fidgeting. The bald guy entered with a server carrying a tray and some snacks. Andrew was still looking at me. I was shifting from one leg to another.

Suddenly I was feeling shy in front of him. His calloused hands and his kisses. This moment our eyes locked, the entire room in chaos but it felt serene. Trance broke when other servers lined up to serve drinks and snacks. Not that I was hungry, I wanted to leave this place. Silver dress would be untouchable, God forbid a tsunami will come if I wear that again. They started showing me other pieces, Andrew didn't come closer and kept his eyes strained on me. I, on the other hand, did not want to stay any more minutes here, in haste picked up a black backless dress and went to the changing room. My heart was racing, not sure how much time passed and I was standing clutching the dress like my life depended on it. Startled by the knock on the door, “ ma'am do you need any help with the dress?” What? I have to put this on. This is my sanctuary, safe from the outer world. I suddenly miss Tia. Why on earth did I agree to come here? Again knock on the door. As if I am going to dig a secret tunnel and vanish with the clothing. Ugh.. I opened the door and saw an angry Andrew pacing near the changing room and a helper shivering for her life carrying more dresses. To end this misery, I walked out and told the manager to pack this black dress. I have to take something before leaving. The bigger issues are going back in the car and confronting the last make out session. Also, the inevitable charity ball. Andrew came in front in no time, added the wretched silver dress. I was avoiding eye contact at any cost. He kinda understood my feelings and was walking behind me. I am super aware of his eyes on me. Guards were scattered, securing the perimeter. We saw Oliver entering the premises with some girl trailing behind him, probably his date for the evening. I am steer clear of him in the past few weeks especially after the restaurant incident. I could sense Andrew by my side instantly, engulfing me in his big arms. When his protective side surfaces, something inside me shudders. But I feel safe with him. This proximity was killing me, though he was looking straight but his hand on my waist was the only thing i could concentrate on. If I had s*x before, umm .. excuse me.. where does s*x come in picture?? Of course, the way things escalated before , my bra was seconds away from getting shredded and discarded. Would it be bad s*x? My inexperience may not be helpful in this. But I want to remain determined on my earlier goal. Taking slow steps, jumping on each other at any moment alone is not desirable. Though it is delicious, it is delectable. Soon we reached outside and paparazzi clicked us. This is tiresome, pretentious, but we want us to be clicked and spread the word that we are going strong. The moment we slid inside the car, I took a breath. I am getting annoyed, not sure the reason but this facade will chip away in which direction, not sure.

I closed my eyes. Like closing my eyes would resolve the conflicts rising within.

“ Are you okay??” Andrew enquired. He was driving, his tight grip on the steering wheel was visible, never popping in the forehead. Is he restraining himself from screaming at me? “ Are you angry?” Did I say that out loud? He quickly turned his eyes to me, not angry but puzzled.

“What? I am anything but angry. Why did this come to your mind?”

His eyes are searching for answers and I am kinda lost in the orbs dissolving like the ocean. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind to answer but got jerked forward and tyres screeched to a stop with ear piercing collision. My mind reeled back to the day when that accident took my dad. Panic attack set in, it was like everything was going in slow motion. Andrew was shaking me saying something, i could see his lips moving but couldn't comprehend. My ears still ringing, he grabbed my face in his hands and made me look into his eyes, I am drowning in the ocean. My mind raced to dad, how much pain he must have felt. How did I leave that horrific accident unscathed? What will happen today? My eyes were open watching Andrew dragging me away from the car and hugging me tight. Is he okay? I am unlucky, people around me always get hurt. Andrew will get hurt. I should get away from him as soon as I can for his own good. How's mom? Is she okay? I was hyperventilating seeing an ambulance coming on the scene. Andrew was saying something to the paramedics and a sharp pinch felt in my arm and I closed my eyes.