Lust or Love

Chapter 13

After the shower, both Evie and Charlie, slumped down on the bed. Wet and naked, they crawled under the duvet and slept; catching up on the much needed sleep they had deprived themselves of.

Only a few hours later, Charlie woke, it was 10am now. For a Saturday, it wasnt too late for him to be starting some work he thought. Dressing himself in a shirt and jeans as he didn’t need to be in the office. He made his way downstairs and opened his laptop and began typing away, replying to emails and looking through documents. His phone buzzed, it was his estate agent. She had found a suitable, Charlie’s version of suitable, apartment for Evie to call home. With that, he smiled and went to wake Evie.

She was already up and dressing when he entered the bedroom. She had taken one of his shirts and turned it into a dress using her belt and some clever folds of material.

She smiled at him, flicking her hair and walked pass him. She looked good and she knew it. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows asking “and where is it you’re off to?” as he followed behind her.

“Nowhere in particular” she shrugged “I might go for a walk and grab some lunch. Why? Do you have plans?” She said, taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

Charlie squinted his eyes at her “Yes actually, let’s go now.” As he grabbed her hand, leading Evie towards the door and grabbing his keys on the way.

They pulled up outside of a building that Evie knew was probably way out of her budget. Weariness plastered across her face, Charlie just smiled and placed his hand on her leg and squeezed gently, trying to reassure her.

“Let’s go!” Opening the door and stepping out of his car. Evie sighed and did the same.

As they walked into the apartment, it took Evie’s breath away. It was glamorously light and airy. It was furnished but it was arranged perfectly. With white walls and light furnishing, it looked like something out of a magazine. There is nothing she would change if it ever became hers.

Charlie noticed that Evie’s mouth was shaping an ‘o’ and it was like he read her mind. He nodded to his estate agent, indicating to proceed with the buy. She bowed her head down and left with a smile on her face.

“Do you like it?” He asked

“It’s stunning. It’s like I have just stepped into my dream apartment” Evie responded in awe “but I could never afford this!”

“It’s taken care of” Charlie replies as he walks around the room, nodding in appreciation of the decor.

“No, Charlie, this is too much! You don’t even know me, I could be some crazy stalker serial killer and-“ as she gets cut off by Charlie saying “are you?” with a comical look on his face, raising a pillow from the sofa over his face, shielding himself.

Rolling her eyes, Evie huffs. She knew there was no point in arguing with him, just from the brief time they had spent together, she knew he always got his own way.

“I’m glad you agree that there is no point in arguing with me, you will be moving in Monday” he said as he sits the pillow back down.

Even if Evie had protested, he was still going to buy the apartment. It was closer to his office than his and it was to his taste too. Different from his bachelor pad, but it was just as suitable for him to stay in occasionally.

Evie just stares wide eyed at him. “What do you want in return?”

Charlie runs his hand through his hair and sighs “well . . . now, you are in my debt. And I will find a way to make the repayment worthwhile” closing the distance between them and a dangerous smirk on his face. Evie instantly turns red, blushing at his ideas and looks down towards the floor. When she looks up, Charlie is already looking down at her. He grabs her belt and tugs at it pulling her tightly into his body. Eyeing her lips, his junior grows in length inside his trousers.

Evie’s breath hitches and she feels her flower moistening itself causing her to feel warm and tingly between her legs. Both remain in constant eye contact, neither willing to break away, until Charlie gives in as Evie bites her lip. He lets out a growl and his lips lock with hers. He brushes his hand up Evie’s make shift dress expecting to feel her panties, but to his surprise there is nothing there.

“Naughty” he whispers making Evie smile as they continue to kiss.

Charlie enters a finger inside her, causing Evie to moan in pleasure. She buries her head into his chest as he moves in and out. Within seconds, she is undoing his belt and jeans buttons, exposing his long and hard member. She looks up at him, hungry. He picks her up and walks towards the closest wall, as he pushes inside her entrance, moving in and out. Evie runs her hand through Charlie’s hair, pulling at it in pleasure, causing him to moan and bite down on her bottom lip. It wasn’t much longer before the both gave into the euphoria that was engulfing them.

Fucking Evie did something to Charlie that he hadn’t felt before with anyone else. He had taken pleasure in a lot of women but none gave him the satisfaction like Evie did. He craved her, he wanted to do unspeakable things to her all day and everyday. She was like a drug to him and he was addicted. But the thought of having a girlfriend put a dark cloud over everything.

Evie had only ever slept with David. This was all new to her, she loved how Charlie made her feel and the affect he had on her. But she wasn’t ready for any type of relationship yet either.

“You are something else” Charlie let out, without even thinking. Causing him to mentally cringe.

Evie smiled her beautiful innocent smile and blushed.

“You’re not so bad yourself!”

They straightened themselves up and headed to lunch at the little Italian place they had bumped into each other before.

The gentle music was playing, setting the right vibe for the little bistro. The aroma that surrounded the restaurant was mouthwatering. Everyone that walked pass couldn’t help but look in. They were seated at a cosy table in the corner that left little room between the pair.

They placed their order, both ordering a seafood pasta dish.

“Oh my goodness, is that you Charlie?” Called out a familiar voice that made Charlie stiffen at the sound. Evie noticed the change in his demeanour and looked up and saw a beautiful blonde haired lady, her curls dangling down her back, long legs to die for. Her features on her face were gorgeous, with her hazel eyes and perfectly pouty pink lips. Her tanned and flawless skin radiated under the lights of the bistro. Evie couldn’t help but feel intimidated at the beauty.

“I haven’t heard from you in weeks! You have some explaining to do Charlie.” Pouted the blonde.

Evie turned back to Charlie, who had closed his eyes and placed his hand on the bridge of his nose.

“Jessica, as you can see, you are interrupting my lunch.” He simply said, causing Evie to frown at him for being abruptly rude.

Arching her eyebrows, “Charlie, I demand an explanation as to why you haven’t called me! I don’t care if you were dining with the queen, you should have called!” She said as she sat down at the table.

Evie stayed quiet, still fixed on Charlie. Who had now turned to look at the woman that was getting on his nerves.

“Why? Why do I need to call you? The last time we saw each other was a mistake. Now, get up and get away from my table. I am trying to enjoy my lunch with my chosen company.” He said sternly, sending shivers down Evie’s spine at the angry tone.

“When you have gotten bored of your chosen ‘w***e’ this time round, I expect I shall be hearing from you” she hissed, directly at Evie as she looked her up and down.

“Jessica! Choose your words carefully” threatened Charlie, as she smiled a fake grin, got up and walked back outside where she had friends waiting on her.

In shock over what she had been called and how Charlie had reacted, Evie simply said;

“Well. . . now I want the explanation on Jessica”.