Done With My Ex, Moving To The Next

Chapter 24: Lust Without Reins

Chapter 24: Lust Without Reins

STELLA

Three weeks into being thirty two, I now lived in Rhys Adrian's villa, one of the biggest mansions in town.

I didn't want to cross into his house now that we were more exposed to public view...so, I stuck to the guesthouse

Although there was a side gate from the guesthouse I lived in, into his mansion, I made sure I only visited there, once or twice a week.

In the last week, I didn't stop by or cross into here, at all.

I walked into the foyer, ignoring its not-so-surprising design I'd seen a couple times before now.

I crept my way to his kitchen, I was going to make a home-made dish for dinner.

I'd offered to make dinner for us this evening, so I hurried into the guesthouse to freshen up as soon as a new friend dropped me off.

I needed to stay away from eat-outs. Plus, Rhys and I hadn't talked so often since I moved in—somehow, work no longer allowed me.

It was either he dropped me off and didn't get to pick me up at night, or him not getting to drive me to work and then picking me up at night.

I never allowed him to do both in one day.

I walked into the kitchen, my presence almost unannounced but my eyes caught the unholiest view ever before I could register. Or so I thought.

I froze.

Rhys was on the long stool, in a white singlet and sweat pants. His singlet hugged every muscle of his upper body, sensationally electrifying.

In his hand was a bottle of wine, he gulped its content down…slowly, passionately. Directly from the bottle.

I watched as his Adam's apple moved at each swallow. God. What was wrong with me?

Everywhere turned hot.

He looked exactly like what I'd imagined my fictional boyfriend, Kai to be.

“What are you up to, Blaze?" He turned, noticing me but I was far away, trying to get my s**t together.

Jeez! I could feel the redness of my cheeks.

I was stunned and I couldn't hide it. My lips had parted, the moment I set my eyes on him.

“Kai…” The name slipped out of my mouth but I trailed off before he caught on.

“Nothing, just making dinner like I promised you." I laughed awkwardly as I walked over to the air-cabinets.

I hoped he wouldn't notice my heart had been pounding, the second I walked into this kitchen.

He poured wine down his throat again while I moved over to the sink, to wash my hands and prep ingredients for dinner.

I wanted more glances—just like the first day I'd ever set my eyes on him.

Hell! I turned but I realized his eyes had been lingering on me.

“What are you making, Blaze?” He asked, his voice dropping at every word.

"Just pizza…for dinner. Home-made." I smiled, avoiding his eyes in every way possible. I wished I hadn't come in here.

Something was up. Rhys wasn't usually this quiet with me. The silence settled in the room until he finally voiced out.

“Who was that guy from earlier?" He questioned. He didn't sound authoritative but his tone was calm enough to send me confessing to crimes I didn't commit.

My heart slammed against my ribs with a thud.

“Who?" I sucked at playing clueless. He adjusted in the stool, yet taking another heavy gulp.

“The one who dropped you off." He was ‘kind’ enough to rephrase his question but ‘brutal’ enough to shoot me a terrible gaze that made me swallow hard.

“Just a friend, Rhys. His name is—"

" I was coming to pick you, you know. You know I'd never miss a minute”

"I'm sorry….he insisted—"

“I know him. Louis Albert." He paused. I wanted to watch his Adam's apple move again, but I feared our eyes would meet again so I stuck to over-mixing my batter.

Now, it felt like I'd chosen someone else over him because, why did his facial expression die as fast as a candle light out in winter?

“You know he's not a very nice person, right?” I could hear the restraint in his tone, like he was trying to not say too much.

I scoffed, "He treats me well, though. He's such a sweetheart—”

"Enough with praising him. Trust me, I know what he wants.” Another gulp down his throat.

"What do you think he wants?” I paused mixing my batter, turning face to face with him. I caught on—jealousy.

"Are you being jealous while drunk?” I picked the batter I'd placed on a platter. The oven was beside where he sat.

"I'm not drunk.” He defended calmly. He wasn't saying too much but somehow, it felt like talking was illegal.

“I agree. No one ever accepts they are ever drunk" I was pushing it, thinking I knew exactly what I was doing.

“I am not. I can prove it, Stella"

I placed my batter in the oven

My brows furrowed. “How are you going to prove that?"

The distance between us closed. Someone was crossing lines and that was me...pushing further.

“How are—"

“I can. You just might hate me for it" He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I could feel his breath on my skin since I'd moved even closer that my chin now touched his shoulder.

Why was I such a coward?

My heart was pounding all for nothing. “Prove it." The words escaped my lips freely. No restraints. No pauses.

He smiled, his muscled arm curling around my waist, just enough for him to pull me from his side and have me in the middle of his widely -spread legs.

My breath hitched. I didn't stop him. I dared my body to wait and see how far he'd go.

“You're still drunk, Rhys." I pushed again, adding a little force so I'd widen the distance but I realized I'd failed, the moment he pulled me.

At this moment, I didn't know what I wanted anymore.

My palms rested on his abs—hard, built, solid enough to fit my ideal spec in a man.

“Still want me to prove it, Blaze?" He smirked like a mischievous wizard but stupid me, a part of me loved it that way.

No sound came out even as my lips parted. I swallowed hard, my silence felt harder than any answer.

He looked at me before muttering, “You want it too," then, he took another gulp down his throat.

Slowly, his lips found mine. Then my lips tasted the wine as he released some in my mouth. Bitter-sweet lips, alcohol rather. Warm. Just enough to know that it was grape juice.

But he didn't let go. His hand tightened around my waist, sealing our lips before I could swallow.

My eyes closed slowly as I didn't resist.

It wasn't rushed. It was deliberate. Every moment of it and for a moment, it felt like this was the very moment we'd both been waiting for.

He pulled his lips from mine slowly.

“Still" He poured a mouthful, raising the bottle till he emptied it. “Not drunk"

The oven behind us beeped but none of us reacted to it.

He knew exactly what he did. We kissed and surprisingly, I wanted more. I wanted another taste of his soft lips.

I didn't want to initiate it. I tried to gather self-control but no matter how much control I mustered, my drive quenched it.

It was Rhys.

Hard to resist. Alluring in every way a woman could think of.

“f**k it!" I cussed. I didn't wait till he swallowed before I crashed my lips into his. It was a night of desires, clashing against tension as I yearned for more. My inner self did.

I ran my fingers through his hair as his fingers inched up every part of my body. My waist. My hips.

I didn't want it to stop. What else could be more sensational than kissing Rhys?

We kissed till we were breathless….I pulled his singlet off and that moment, I knew I was a sucker for him already.

I touched his chest, feeling every bit of hair on it.

He took control, lifting me to the kitchen table but our kiss still lasted.

My lips in his, sucking on it like our lives depended on it. I could feel the burn of lust and heat circulating the room.

“You want Kai.” he murmured against my lips, sliding his way under my T-shirt. Jeez! How could his voice be intoxicatingly warm?

“But I'm the full deal." He whispered, tingles rushing down every area he touched.

A spike of embarrassment shot through me but it only lasted for a moment before I embraced the truth.

This moment was hotter than everything I'd ever imagined with Kai. Rhys was the one —the one my heart wanted.

He cupped my breast with one hand, his other hand sliding past my panties until he reached my swollen c**t.

“Look at me, Blaze" I did. His eyes were dark with desire, burning with intentions I wasn't sure I could hate.

“Look how wet you are for me, Blaze"He whispered.

"Spread those legs wide for me,baby" He said with mutual desire, his eyes glistening with urge.

Embarrassment washed over me temporarily as I spread them for him— the man I'd once sworn out of my heart.

He was the man who I wasn't sure I loved or only lusted after.