The Echoes of Destiny - the Beginning (8 page)

“I can’t
believe it, you are stalking me.
First my mother, and now
you.
What is it with people nowadays?”

“I am only
trying to understand you better Dina.”

“Then why
don’t you just fucking ask me?” I was furious. I hated the way that people
around me always seemed to be stalking me.

“I never
get enough time to be with you Dina.”

“And when
we are together, all that you can talk about is how you want to put your dick
inside my pussy!”

“For
Christ’s sake Dina, not so loud,” he whispered, squeezing my hand.

I looked at
his attractive features. Despite his attractiveness, I was still surprised at
the fact that he had been stalking me. It was not right. He might be from a
very rich family just like I was, but it did not give him the right. I had seen
the way that other women reacted around him, and I knew that he was a hot commodity.
Young.
Rich.
Handsome.
All the qualities to make a woman go crazy.

“You know
what?” I said to him.

“I’m
listening, provided it’s not about me wanting to stick my cock into your
pussy,” he said tightening his jaw.

“I would
really like to get to understand you
better,
maybe I
am not giving you the credit that you deserve.” A smile crept to my face.”

“I would
also love to understand you better,” he replied, looking at me deep in the
eyes.

“Looks like
the ‘let’s go and fuck’ way really works for you huh!”

Jason’s
face drew on a blank look, and I could not read what he was thinking or about
to say. “I am not that kind of guy Dina, you have me all figured out wrong.”

“I know
that the reason you are here right now is so that you can figure out how to get
into my pants, isn’t that it? You are here right now because of me, aren’t you,
and don’t tell me what you think that I would like to hear, I want the truth!”

He looked
at me straight in the eyes, “Yes, I am here because of you. I have been
monitoring your movements the whole evening, waiting for the right moment to
meet you.”

“So, did
you figure out that following me here would let me submit my pussy to you?”

He looked
at me the familiar amusement that he liked showing coming to his eyes. “I
believe in keeping on trying my luck, although I did not think that joining you
for drinks would get me into your pants. You don’t look that easy.”

“Darn right
you are
,
why didn’t you wait until Monday, lunchtime
or something like that?”

“I couldn’t
take the fact that you could meet someone else when out trolling. I
wanna
be here for you Dina.”

“What do
you mean by trolling, I’m just out to let out some steam after a stressful
week.
”

“Dance and
drink won’t take away the thing that is making you stressed Dina. I try and
figure out how to deal with the problem first,” he said as he played around
with one of my diamond earrings. His voice had gone soft and yearning as he
talked. “I didn’t know that I was such a big problem to you to the point of
making you stressed.”

“Most
definitely you are.” A hint of a smile appeared around his mouth. “What does
dating mean to you?”

“It is the
social time spent between two people when they are not actually fucking.” He
said arching up his brows again.

“Don’t you
enjoy being around women Jason?”

“I really
don’t mind women, so long as they do not put too many demands on me, and expect
too much from me. That is why I prefer to have sexual relationships and not
love relationships with women.”

“That means
that you have female friends, right?”

“Most
definitely Dina.”
His legs had mine sandwiched in between them, and he squeezed mine. “Why do you
ask me that?”

“It’s just
that to you sex seems to be everything, and you segregate it from other
things.”

“All with a
good reason”

“I’m sure
you do, and here is what I think.” He was close to me and as usual, I could not
seem to concentrate and say things straight whenever he was around me. His male
eroticism was driving me wild. “I am not interested in a relationship or
anything like that, because my work comes first. I also treasure my status as a
single woman, and I would not like that to change, and besides, I think it is
already too late for that. I hate disappointment of the heart, and I would not
like to commit to anything.”

“Looks
like we are on the same page here.”

“But I love
sex, I worship it.”

He smiled
the most erotic smile that I had ever seen. “Best thing I have ever heard you
say. Let me be the one to fuck you Dina.”

“Well, I
prefer having a connection with the person who is to fuck me. I don’t want to
feel like a toy, and just a small connection does it for me.”

“How
come?
Why don’t
you think of it as you using the man and not vice versa?”

“I would
like to do that, but I can’t seem to do it with you. I can’t think of you as a
fuck and nothing more.” I could not believe how demanding he was. He wanted to
screw me at all costs, and nothing was going to stop him. “And besides, I like
playing an equal game whereby we will both have some sort of connection with
you if at all you are to lay me.”

I could not
believe that I had just let him know my weakness, and I detected a glimmer in
his eyes. “Now, can you tell me how to go about the issue?” my breathing was
becoming harder, as I realized that I was actually asking him how we could work
out a sexual relationship. To me sex was a complicated thing, and he on the
other hand did not want complications with sex, two different things, and yet
we both wanted each other so badly.

“I hope you
understand where I am coming from Jason. We need to have a certain friendship
between us. We need to understand more about ourselves than just our bodies,
and to do that we will have to meet up in public places. Something
like
a date but not actually a date, where we will not just
be fucking all the time.”

“Looks
like we are doing that right now.”

“Yes, and
that is why I decided to open up to you, so that we could get to know each
other a little more. I am glad that you actually stalked me and found an
appropriate setting where we could talk.”

“Well then,
I suppose that we are now cool.” He slid his hand down to my under thighs and
cupped them, and as he did so, the hem of my dress moved up my thighs slightly.
Jason’s gaze stood riveted on the skin that he had just exposed. He ran his
tongue over his lips in the most erotic way, and I could almost feel as if he
was doing so on my lips.

I knew that
I had taken enough drinks for the evening, but the fact that I was actually
bonding with Jason and having a good time about it. I ordered for another
drink. It looked like it was going to be an interesting Saturday evening for
me. I had the man of my desires right there with me, and my best friend
somewhere on the dance floor.

“Would you
like to dance?” Jason asked me, looking at me deep in the eyes, as he stood up
and pulled me up with me.

“I would
love to Jason,” I found myself saying without second thought. I was trying to
imagine dancing with such an erotic man, and I began wondering if my legs would
be strong enough.

Jason
steered me to the stairs, and we took the flight down to the dance floor. I was
excited. Adrenaline was pumping through my body, and I swear that I could hear
my own heart pounding in my chest. I could not believe that I was actually
doing it, but I was off to the dance floor to actually dance with my prince
charming. Something about my mood made me feel like I would end up in his bed
with him, and even though
my
mind wanted me to just
turn and run away, my heart and body wanted me to go all the way. I looked at
his ass as he guided me through the
thongs
of people,
and practically undressed him with my eyes. I had never in my whole life felt
the way that I was feeling whenever I was around Jason.
Horny.
So damn horny.

He took me
into his arms after we found a spot on the dance floor, putting his arm around
my waist. It was as if there was electricity in his touch, and I felt all of my
senses running off the moment that he pulled me close, onto himself. His
maleness was outstanding, and just his smell was driving me crazy with desire.
Oh my God, I was actually dancing to a slow song with Jason.

He moved me
around in swift moves, and I wondered just how many women he had danced with
the same way. In my heart I prayed that he would be mine, and only mine. I did
not want to share him with anybody else, and had he been married, I would have
lured him away from his wife. I wanted him badly, and being a jealous
possessive woman, I wanted him to myself.

Jason began
grinding his body on me, and I could feel that his dick was already getting
hard. The feel of the huge cock pressing against my waist, made me to start
sweating in between my legs, the familiar itch coming there once again. I
closed my eyes and leaned against Jason’s chest. I felt safe there. I wanted to
be able to rest her head on the chest
everyday
of my
life, even though I was scared to get committed to a guy like him. I had seen
him in college dating several girls, and even though I really wanted him for
myself, I was scared that he might disappoint me, and especially due to the
fact that he had also conceded to having a strictly sexual relationship. I
however had a feeling that he had changed and was actually in love with me. Of
course, that was probably just wishful thinking, a long standing fantasy on my
part.

I woke up
in the morning with an enormous hangover. As much as we had danced and drank
with Jason, I had managed to resist the urge to go to his place for the much
craved sex that had been on my mind the whole time. At least I had taken the
time to let him get closer to me, opening up to him things that I would only
otherwise have told Shane. It was a calculated risk that I had taken, because I
had fallen for him, and wanted him like crazy.

I went into
the bathroom and took a long warm shower, the feel of the water on my skin
making me feel slightly better. I then went down to the living room and found
Shane busy on his laptop. He looked fresh and alert as if he had not been out
drinking with me. Smelling coffee in the kitchen, I went there and filled up a
mug for myself, before heading back to the living room and seating myself next
to him on the couch.

“Hey
sunshine, nice to see that you are awake.”
He was in a good mood, and he pointed at a box at the far
end of the coffee table, “That parcel arrived for you a few minutes ago.”

I put the
mug down and reached out for the box, pulling it towards myself. It was wrapped
in a beautiful wrapping paper with my name written on the top in beautiful
calligraphy. I reaped the paper open, and inside there was a glass bottle with
Hangover Doctor printed on it. There was a cute note tied to the neck of the
bottle that read, “Drink me.” In the cushioning paper, there was a business
card with Jason’s name on it.

I took out
the bottle and studied it. At least I knew that Jason thought of me even when I
was not with him. Since meeting him, my life had taken on a new life of its
own. One that had excitement and fear embedded into its grain. I looked at
Shane, and he was looking at the bottle questioningly.

“Cheers
Shane.” I pulled the cork out of the bottle and drank all the blue fluid inside
without even thinking twice. It had a sour taste to it, but after a few seconds
in my stomach, I felt a heat going round and round in my stomach. I then
instantly felt better, and I felt a little steady.

“What in
the world was that?” Shane asked dubiously.

“I have not
the slightest idea, but all I know is that I am now feeling better.” Yes, and
even better at the fact that it was Jason who had gone out of his way to get it
for me. Suddenly, I felt a new respect for Jason. If he could remember to take
care of my hangover, than it meant that he could take care of me very well.

Jason
picked the business card out of the box, and turning it around, he handed it to
me. It read ‘Call me’ written in a neat handwriting which I assumed was
Jason’s. I was touched at the fact that he even took the time to write me a
note. I loved his tenacity and focus once he was into something. I was
flattered beyond belief.

I suddenly
recalled the previous night, and I started craving for him all over again. It
was like he was my conscience, and there was nothing that I could do without
thinking of him. I craved to have him in my arms. I was dying to feel him
touching my body in places that I knew I would only let him touch. I was hot. I
was on fire. And he was the only one who had the ability to cool me off.

Shane
picked up the phone and handed it to me, but I shook my head.
“No, not now.
I want a clear head so that I can think straight
when I talk to him.”