A desire come true (The Never Changing Wish Book 1) (18 page)

Five minutes later I’m at his door. What I am doing here, I don’t know, but I will fix his stupid attitude, that’s for sure. I knock at the door, hard and decisive. He swiftly arrives to open the door. His casual dressed, but better looking from this morning. Maybe cuz his washed now. His blond hair is in his eyes. I don’t know what it is, but his eyes are always smiling to some degree. It’s hot, but irritating. His saying: I’m better than you with his look. I don’t like that.

He opens his arm making way for me to come in. I enter the house, going ahead, he remaining to close the door behind me. Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be in a stranger’s house at this hour, alone with him.

“Here,” he offers me a glass of red wine. He has one too, but only half full. Mine is up to the top. Is he trying to make me drunk? Not going to fall for this shit. I take a sip then put the glass on the table in front of me. Its good, seems expensive. I can’t see the bottle, but even if I see it, I’m no expert on wine. I smile at him, and he smiles back. He has a cute smile.

“Let’s play a game,” he says after he grins at me. “Example, I say: I am from…, and you have to guess the right answer. If you are correct, I take a sip of wine; if you are wrong, you take one, okay?” he continues with smooth voice.

Pretty simple game. Does he try to know me better? Well, I can’t lose at a game like this. I’m an expert when it comes to people. Let’s give it a try.

“Okay, I’m in. You first,” I say eager to test my abilities. He squints at me, like he is thinking very hard. Just say something today. I raise my eyebrows, asking for a question. He delivers me the most random shit I ever heard off.

“What is the last site I went on?” he murmurs. What the fuck, like I would know something so random. Fuck this shit.

“What? What kind of question is that? Try again, this time something more easy.” He stares at me like I said nothing. Damn, this mother fucker is pissing me off. I snap my fingers at him, attempting to catch his attention. He looks like he is in a trance. I should punch him straight in the face, maybe that will do the trick. I actually go for it and lightly hit him in his jaw. He slowly moves his eyes from my fist to my eyes, like I did nothing. This guy is crazy. My anger surfaces really fast.

“Hey, stupid, are you brain dead? What the fuck are you doing? I’m out of here,” I say standing up. He suddenly grabs me by the hand, stopping me in my track. I turn my head to see him. He starts laughing so hard, it makes me smirk too.

“You don’t remember me after all, Alice,” he says standing up as well. “I’m Jacob, your old friend. This is my grandma’s house. You remember when you came and we played together in the park with Jimmy and the rest.” I stare at him, amazed. Is this true? I search in my head, browsing my memory for information, and it’s all there. This guy is right, I remember now. He doesn’t look the same as back then. Damn, this shit is crazy. I examine him again from head to toe, wondering how he got so, different.

“You must be joking, right? It can’t be you! You look so changed, in a good way. You got so tall and handsome, it blows my mind.” I really don’t believe what I’m seeing. The Jacob I know was a little boy that was not so good looking, but had a good heart. He always help me out with stuff. In that time, I looked at him more like a cute dog, than a human; he was coming with me anywhere I went, always happy to see me, doing everything I said. But now, his so different, I can’t even imagine doing the same thing. His so masculine, his presence is so powerful, I really like him now, not just as a friend, you know.

“Some people change, other don’t. You don’t look like you changed at all. Well, in your case, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. You look wonderful as ever,” he whispers these words to me, his tone so unique and smooth, its mesmerizing. I take a sip out of my wine glass, actually drinking some out of it, and not just taste. It’s good, silky and sweet. I could drink a full bottle with no problem. He does the same as me, going full out with his. He pours another for him and refills my half glass. It’s funny how things can change in an instant, so easily influenced by certain facts and factors.

“So what we do now, Mr. Jacob?” I roll my tongue in my mouth, going over my teeth. I’m not sure what to expect anymore from this guy. When he was little, I easily anticipated him, but now, I don’t know anything about him. He is a mystery to me, and I like mysteries; to turn them in and out, finding the right answer, or in this case, the wrong one. From his current position, he slowly stands up and moves his body closer to mine, right next to me, on the couch. My heart starts beating faster. I don’t know what to do anymore, so I take a drink. All that happened this last weeks, all the good and especially the bad stuff messed with my mind. I am a changed person now, from the moment I met Levi to this point. I stand here, now, my heart racing to no clear end, telling me to lose all control. I take another sip and finish the glass. Jacob’s smell is close enough for me to feel. It’s intoxicating. He just stares at me as I collapse under my own weight. I don’t know what changed, but it did. I can no longer be the women I was anymore. I need to do things different now, or I would disappoint my inner self. The wine is slowly but surely clouding my mind, giving me courage to do dangerous things. I should leave this place right now, but even so, I can’t make myself get up and walk for the door. It’s like I’m bounded to this sit, unable to exert any power over my body. I’m frozen, awaiting my doom. He eventually grabs me by the chin, making me completely meld to his will. I want to make all the pain stop.

He gently pulls me towards him, piercing me with his eyes. I avoid his look, but come closer to him. He kisses my lower lip, giving me a shiver down my spine. At first I don’t move at all, but after a couple of seconds I embrace his touch. I kiss him, pushing him with my lips and whole head. He pushes back, caught on fire in the moment. We grab each other’s head, trying to lead the way. I won’t let him take control of me. I will be in charge this time. I’m tired of being the girl in the bed. I will be the man from now on. I will show this dude who is the boss. I pull back and slap him hard across the face. Then I continue to kiss him, kiss his lips, his neck. He doesn’t say shit about what I did. Good, let him be my bitch. I grab his neck with both my hands and squeeze. I force him to lie back on the couch, mounting him. My hips spread apart, ready to receive what is mine. I move back and forth, shaking my ass on his lap. I can feel his dick growing beneath me, getting harder and harder by the second.

I look at his face and get a better idea. I get off him, standing next to him, taking my pants and panties off. He wants to get up but I stop him, telling him to stay where he is.

“I’m not done,” I whisper, this time putting my hips in front of his face. His eyes move from my pussy to my eyes, up and down. I raise an eyebrow, asking what is he waiting for.

His lips touch my clit, barely making contact. Next I feel his tongue coming out of his mouth, ready to do some damage. I immediately moan with pleasure, constant and powerful joy. I arch my back and take the rest of my clothes down. I’m completely naked now, a string of shivers cross down my spine. I love it.

“Make me cum, make me cum now,” I murmur without breath, to exited to even talk straight. He hears my request, taking it all out. Great pleasure builds up, forcing me to close my eyes and open my mouth. My hair loose, covers parts of my face. I grab his head, not knowing what else to do with my hands. I climax shortly after, releasing all the pressure. I calm down a little, but I’m not done yet.

“Make me cum again, finger me until a come again,” I whisper into his ear, my lungs pumping air like crazy. He follows my order, getting me off him and sitting me on the couch, with my legs wide open in front of him. He spreads them even more apart, one of his hands working down on me, the other gentle squeezing my neck.  His fingers massage my G-Spot, as he starts kissing me rough. His good! I play with my nipples, caressing each of them. I’m full with joy at the moment, been able to forget the rest of the outside world, all the problems and the stupid shit I have to face every day.

I release again, my whole body going crazy. I smile at him, fully tired. He does the same, then I close my eyes and fall asleep.

In the morning, a sudden powerful constant sound wakes me up. Someone is hammering something, and it’s coming from inside this house. I look around me, and for a couple of seconds, I don’t realize where I am. I’m in Jacob’s house, still here from last night. I’ve fallen asleep right after I finished. Did he do anything to me after that? I check myself down there, all seems fine. It’s hard to tell anyway, as wet as I was last night. Anyway, I get up, look for my phone, check it, and then find a shirt to wear. Then I’m hit by a subtle smell of bacon, which is coming, of course, from the kitchen. I gentle cross the room and enter the small but comfortable kitchen. On the table, a plate with eggs, bacon and some broccoli sits there, just waiting to be eaten. On the side I have a bowl of oats and I big glass of lemonade. I take a sit from the latter, very sweet and delicious. Must be a lot of sugar added to this mix. All the food is still warm, perfect temperature to be devoured. I dig in, finishing all of it. I am hungry, but with the help of this food, all the pain goes away like it never was to begin with. In the meantime the knocks continue upstairs. It must be Jacob, working hard to fix something. I tiptoe my way up, checking on him. When I get 3 feet away from him, he suddenly stops and turns him face toward me. I make my cute face, waiting for him to say something. He shrinks his eyes, smiles for a second then walks closer to me. Next to me, his one head above my height, so I stare at him from below, and him from above. It gives him an air of superiority, which in this case, I don’t mind. I blink several times, still waiting for him to say something. He finally opens his mouth, and murmurs.

“You still look great in the morning, but what you did last night wasn’t cool. I hope today we change roles, eh?”

“I see you started hammering something else, if you couldn’t do it with me,” I smirk at him, stroking his penis through his pants. “We will see. Now get back to work,” I continue, then walk away, going downstairs. He doesn’t follow me, so I take my shit and go to my place. I need to chill down a little, alone.

It’s seven o’clock. I go take a shower, relaxing all my apparently tense muscles. I don’t know why, but I feel uneasy. Maybe I shouldn’t be seeing this guy anymore. I don’t know what’s up inside of me; all I know is that a silent battle takes place right in this very moment. I try to ignore for the time being, and focus on other activities.

I wish I could go to the gym, but I have no gym around here.

Around two, I get really bored, but even more than that, I feel attracted to check on Jacob. I don’t know what it is, but I have the urge to go see him, like I haven’t seen him in years. It’s straight weird.

I eventually went to his place and had insane sex.

The next day I left for Boston.

                                       
Chapter XII

I call Alice. She tells me that tomorrow she will arrive in Boston.

I can’t see her now; not after what I’ve done. I have an apartment in the city. I will stay there a couple of weeks. I need to keep my distance from her. If I see Alice now, I may break; even worse, she may. I speak with my brother, informing him of my decision. The rest I ignore, not wanting to answer to any questions. Lola seems to be okay now, so I hope she will not say anything.

Around nine at night I reach the apartment door. I haven’t been here in two months. I need to do some cleaning and get some food in the fridge. I wonder how she will react to my sudden move. I bet she will be okay with it. She needs some space now, more than I do. She should focus on her work, and not me. I should do the same, but I finally have a chance with Kim. I can’t lose this opportunity, whatever the consequences. I love Alice, but this is something else; it’s something that I wanted way before I ever meet her, a desire so old I can’t even imagine being without it. I suppose I will know how it will be, after I accomplish the task.

I go to sleep early, no desire making me want to stay up anymore.

In the morning I get a call from my big brother. My uncle is dead. Another member of my family is gone. I got used to it after a while, but still, I hate it every time it happens. I must go to New York for at least a day. I will go alone, or maybe Oliver will join me. I don’t know yet; he doesn’t even know about it.

I receive a message from him later in the day, saying that Alice has arrived safe and she doesn’t seem too affected about my absence. That’s fine, its better this way. I tell Oliver to stay home, and not come with me. I want to have eyes on the situation at home.

I leave for New York and meet with Samuel. He is of stone, as usual. He has barely talked with me, too busy with his shit. I pay my respect to the body of my uncle then go at the hotel, which he owns. I don’t even want to stay at Samuel’s place, but I really too lazy to find a better spot now.

The funeral was sad, many people but all unknown to me. They looked blank, like machines.

Left New York with a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe next time will be better.

All is going like shit. I can’t even focus. I feel tired all day long, with no desire to do anything.

A full day I stood in my bed, sleeping and thinking about all sorts of stuff, so much stuff, I feel like my brain will explode at any moment. But in this thick fog, I managed to see a beacon of light; the long awaited meet with Kimberly; the last hope I have to see all of this to a good end.