Chapter 4 A new turn

Chapter four

After reading the text, I dropped the phone and took a long sigh. And then my mind went back to my crazy and meaningless life as an artist with no recognition. Every failure of mine made me indulge myself more into being as social as possible in hopes of me being able to have a bit of freedom from all the trauma. I haven't had a boyfriend is 7 years as no one truly loved me enough to stay with me for even two minutes. I had this bad side of me that pushed everyone away, everyone except from Alexander Collins who for some reason was quite good to be around. Whenever I relieve his short term memory about all that happened last night and this morning, lewd thoughts pops up in my head and then my fingers trailed south and rested on my feminine area, I felt just how soaking wet I was and I wondered how many of my love juices seeped out last night. I had lost count before even begining.

I slowly reached in and inserted two fingers inside, I massaged my inner walls gently and moaned with a controlled tone as I was aware of the possibility that even though this was a five star hotel, there could be a possibility that it isn't sound proof. I brought my other hand to my taut bud and began playing with my self there. I played my feminine area like a tender guitar string and brought my thumb to the little hidden pea just above my entrance and gently massaged myself there. I thought back to his body, his hot sexy body and how he possessively took me last night and the early hours of the morning.

I thought of how he went in and out of me and soon I found my self at my climax and it felt wonderful. I remembered every movement, every glide, every kiss, every touch. I had been upset about how my colleagues and other people around me taunted me for not being successful with my art due to the stressful problems in my life.

I drowned myself in the the hot tub water to try and rid my thoughts but all I could do was remember his sexy body more and more. His muscular body and 8 pack abs, the feel of his skin on mine and the sweaty feeling of rocking my body on his. My senses were now filled with him, his hard skin but soft touch, the feel of his lips on mine, his groans and moans which vibrated in my throat. I needed him so badly. My whole body was beginning to feel excessively hot once more and I had turned myself on with his lewd memories.

I stood up from the tub and pulled out the drainage, allowing the water to seep out. I turned on the shower and decided to just take a quick cold shower to calm myself down. Thinking of him makes me feel hot and as the days go by into months and years of crazy cravings, I only crave him more and more. I will most definitely not be able to control myself if I'm able to come across him again, that is if I'm lucky enough to find him. I had his number now but I won't be calling him or saving his number

After the shower I draped a towel around my small slender body and dried my hair Infront of the dressing mirror with the help of the hair blow dryer I had found. After drying up, I picked up my phone which was atop the pile of clothes on the bed. I picked it up and found that I had gotten a text from Laila, my trusted best friend who had been giving me a lot of support throughout the years. I found that I had 18 missed calls from her and my mom and chuckled as I thought of how busted I would be when she finds out that I actually had a one night stand with The Alexander Collins. I got all dressed and found a credit card with a note on it. I picked up the note and found written on it in bold words 'Yours' I hesitated for a few minutes before deciding to pick It up and placed it in my purse.

With that, I left the hotel room and made my way home by boarding a subway which took me to my small town. I left the subway station and made my way through the streets to my small comfortable apartment. I inputted my passcode by the door and it opened up after a beep sound and I got in and closed the door behind me. I went straight into my room and changed into a more fit able clothing. After that I went into a room I had reserved solely for my art

It was a small dense room. I looked around the room to find my passion, my heart, my place, my only one dream. It was scattered all around the room, as no one appreciated it and that hurt me badly.

Three weeks later....

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I spent the next few weeks on a new grand project I got from a company and surprisingly it was Alexander's company but I hadn't crossed paths with Alexander. These past few weeks working for the company had been quite peaceful than I had actually thought until something awkward happened. I had smelt the coffee carried by an intern at the company. I am also an intern there but I was higher than most of the interns without needing to put mush efforts. The coffee was so irritating that I ended up rushing over to the ladies powder room and vomited in one of the cubicles there.

I threw up everything I had consumed just that morning and the night before. After throwing up, I left the cubicle to find a girl staring at me intently. "W-what is it?" I asked confused

"W-well, a-are you pregnant?"