Alex stood at her doorstep for what felt like hours. His brain refused to process the fact that she'd just shut the door in his face again, despite all the effort he put in. He even got her flowers too. He didn't want any other thing apart from hanging out with her on a real date. Just when he was willing to be a gentle man__ the only person he wanted to be serious and committed to is treating him like trash.
"So this is what it feels like to be rejected huh?" He asked no in particular. He looked up and down the street aimlessly, hoping to find the answer to his question, written on the tar maybe.
He took a couple of steps forward and turned back to her door.
"Hey Lara!" He called loudly as he began knocking on her door.
"I know that you can hear me, please open up." He insisted.
"Nobody is gonna bother us again. I promise." He added. He leaned his head on the door.
"You said that the first time and it happened the second time." She said softly from the other end of the door.
"I know honey. Please trust me this time." He replied calmly. "I'm sorry for everything. I... I get it if you don't want to see me but…'
"You are wrong Alex, I want to see you, but I'm not ready to handle the consequences of seeing you."
'That was emotional as fuck!' His inner self whispered.
"Can we just have dinner, nothing more. I promise. At least if we get to be filmed on our first date, it'll be romantic, won't it?"
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" She asked instead.
"Huh?" He was confused for a sec there. Where's the question coming from though? "Ehmm… kind of." He replied, not sure whether he got the right context of the question.
"Why ask?" He hurriedly added.
"Because I guess you've got communication problems." She replied bluntly. " Especially with women." She added boldly.
"Huh… me? Communication problems?" He scoffed. "I don't think so, they call me 'the sweet-tongued guy." He bragged.
"Trust me sweetheart, they lied." She counteracted sarcastically.
He froze. Silence…
Lara brought her ear closer to the door to make sure he was still there.
"Alex… are you there?" She asked when he didn't say anything for a while.
"Can you please say that again?" Alex said softly, in almost a whisper.
"Say what?" For a second, she thought maybe she'd hurt his feelings by saying that he is bad with words, it's the truth though. But the truth always hurts.
"Call me that again."
"Lair!!"
"Jesus Christ! No Lara. I'm not a liar in the first place___well, sometimes. But the other name you called me, say it again… please!"
"Sweetheart…? She said it softly, not sure whether that was what he wanted to hear.
Alex couldn't control the wide smile that spread all out on his face. "Thank you." He whispered emotionally.
"What for." She asked in doubt. She was really trying hard to understand how Alex's brain works. "So you got all emotional because I called you a pet name?" She asked as a quick laugh escaped her lip.
"You've never called me anything other than Alex." He defended. "It sounds perfect coming from your lips."
"It was sarcasm." She said dryly.
"Well, I'm still touched." He stayed silent for a while.
They both stayed silent, each person listening to the heartbeat.
"Hey...ehm__ you wanna open the door for a sec there?" Alex requested politely. "Please!" He added when she did not make a move.
Lara gradually opened the door. Well, not fully though, but enough for her to be able to lean on the door post with her arms folded over her chest.
"Let's start over, can we?" Alex asked softly, still holding the flowers.
She did not reply or show any emotions.
"My name is Alex Beau, I'm from Limesville."
"Oh, what a cute name… Beau. You are a francophone huh?" She asked. Her face was a little brighter now, maybe because she found out that his name means handsome and he is really handsome.
"Oui ma chérie." He seductively said with a deep french accent, as he gave a pirate bow.
She laughed at his terrible ungentlemanly bow. It was funny though.
"You are very fluent in English, without the accent too… except when you try to show off like now." She giggled in a girlish manner.
"I could never guess that you're French." She added.
"Yeah, I spent most of my time in Limesville, so I guess I'm versed with your English culture." He explained proudly.
"Ok that's one way to put it."
"So... Miss Lara Miles, would you do me the favor of joining me for dinner?" With one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, offering her the flowers, Alex gave a majestic now.
"You know my last name?" She was astonished , but she still smiled and she accepted the flowers this time.
"Oh!!" He scratched his head nervously. "Hihi… I saw your license on the table. I kind of peeped a little." He explained with guilt printed all over his face. It was a lie though. He'd done a background check on her right on the first day he set his eyes on her.
"That's offensive, but… not more offensive than a viral Sextape."
"I know, once again, I'm sorry about everything." Part of him still felt guilty. 'Maybe all of him'.
"So are you gonna go out with me?" He changed the topic back to the original discussion.
"Would you be able to persevere for up to an hour?"
"I don't mind." He replied hastily, in case she decided against it. "I'll wait right here." He added.
"Are you trying to guilt-trip me?" She narrowed her eyes at him as she took one step forward.
It was intimidating, he couldn't deny it. He swallowed a huge lump of saliva, blinked his eyes nervously. "N...o, no." He cleared his throat, trying to conceal his nervousness.
"C'mon in." She gestured with her head as she took a step back and opened the door widely. She flashed him a sexy smile and innocently licked her lips.
Oh! His poor hormones were thirsty again, not forgetting his third leg already seeking attention in-between his legs. He swallowed hard as he walked by her, trying to control himself as much as possible.
"Wait right here and I'll be back." Lara announced as she hurried upstairs. "Make yourself comfortable." She called from the top of the stairs.
"I don't think I can be comfortable knowing that you are about to go naked." He whispered.
He sat down on the couch with his legs crossed. He took out his phone to play the mobile version of need for speed, but unfortunately, his brain wouldn't let him concentrate for once.
His thoughts kept drifting off to the first time he saw naked in the bathroom trying to please herself. The slow movement of her slim hands as they traveled from her breasts to every other part of her body.
The swift but gentle movements of her fingers in her pussy as she pushed in and out, fighting to reach her climax. He remembered how aroused he was, he couldn't bring himself to walk away at that moment.
Now was no different, he could feel how hard he was, it hurt. But he knew that there was nothing he could do. He had to control himself at all costs. Would he?