Jude’s grandfather is laid to rest in the family graveyard, next to Jude’s grandmother. The service is done by two o’clock. There’s quite a crowd, with more relatives having arrived earlier today. We go back to the house afterwards, where a lot of refreshments are waiting. The mood today is a lot more subdued than the one last night when everyone was catching up. One of Jude’s older male cousins gets his attention when we get to the house, and I go to get something to eat by myself. I load a couple of sandwiches and some strawberries on a platter, then grab a bottle of water and look around the room. There’s a lot of sitting area inside the house and more in the back. But both places are swimming with people, so I head for the one place I’m sure is deserted–the front of the house. There’s a swing chair on the porch and I settle there, placing my bottle of water beside me and my platter on my lap.I was right, it’s quiet and deserted out here. It’s just me and the beautiful view. I
An hour into the drive, the weather takes a turn for the worse. Coupled with the unfamiliar route, it becomes risky to keep going.When we come to the next town, we stop at the first hotel we find. It also looks like the only hotel around–it’s a very small town.While handing us our keys, the receptionist apologetically informs us that the heating system is out of order. My teeth chatter just hearing that. When Jude and I get to our room, I get rid of my shoes and burrow beneath the duvet right away. I hold my hands towards him. “Come on, give me some warmth.”He chuckles, taking his time to place our bags on the table. “Are you going to sleep in your dress?” he asks as he opens my bag.I nod. “I’m good.” I don’t like the idea of getting from under the duvet and exposing myself to the frigid air in the room. Jude’s hand emerges with a nightdress from my bag and comes to the bed. He reaches for the duvet and pulls it away. “Here.”I sit up begrudgingly and get out of my dress. I put
After three long hours on the road, Jude brings the car to a stop outside a five-storey apartment building. It’s a modern building with a cubic architectural design and balconies with glass balustrades.“Is this where you live?” I ask. He still hasn’t told me anything about what he wants to show me. “No. Come on,” he says, opening his door.I get out of the car and we head towards the entrance. We go into the building and to a lift lobby. When we get inside the elevator, he presses the button for the fourth floor.When we get out of the elevator, he turns to a door on the left and punches a code into the keypad outside. “You said you don’t live here, how do you know the code?”He gives me a secret smile and then pushes the door open. He holds it open and gestures to me. “After you.”I walk into the apartment and he comes in after me. In the entryway, there’s a door to the left and what looks like a closet to the right. I move farther inside and come to a spacious living room. It’s f
Sometimes my brain is like an automatic printer and usually I don’t mind but right now I hate it. The moment his words register, it prints supporting images like it already has cache. It does. From my ever reliable imagination. My gut turns into molten liquid from the heat of his gaze. He can tell what I’m thinking, can’t he? I know he could also tell it was what I was thinking during my little performance with his thumb. “You want it, don’t you?” he asks in a low voice that slithers over my skin like a sinful caress. I swallow and scramble for words to say. I want to be honest with him, but I’m not ready for that.He brings a hand to my face and runs his fingertips from my temple to the corner of my mouth. “Does the thought of my cock moving in your mouth the way it does in your pussy make you hot?”My sensitive core clenches and my first instinct is to press my thighs together but I’ve got one leg over his hip.I bite my lip and nod.He blinks, as if he can’t believe his eyes. I
I was wrong.Simon is obsessed with that girl from Tuesday Night’s party. I’m sitting opposite him, sucking the life out of my chocolate milkshake while he narrates how from the moment he saw her, he knew she was the one.Now, Simon is not the kind of guy to talk about ‘the one’.Romance? It’s all unicorns and bullshit to him. When he talks about a girl like this, it’s because he wants to sleep with her. Or because he slept with her. As I understand, Keri–I’d already forgotten her name–hasn’t put out yet. And with the stars I can see in his eyes, that’s not why he still hasn’t forgotten her name after a full week. “Is she single?” I ask him. Isaac said she isn’t taken, but he also said she isn’t available. It would be such a bummer if Simon’s first venture into the land of flowers and hearts after so long ended in heartbreak.He rubs the back of his neck. “I think so.”I lift an eyebrow. “You think so?”He shrugs. “I haven’t asked.”“Wait.” I release my straw and focus on him. “I
“Wakey-wakey.”I crack my eyes open as Jude’s voice registers in my brain. The light is on and the curtains are closed, so I can’t tell what time it is.I cover up a yawn. “What time is it?”“It’s six.”“You are lying.”The bed shifts as he moves. He gets down and around the bed and finally appears in my field of view as he heads to the window. Pulling the cord, he opens the curtains. It’s not exactly sunrise yet but there’s enough light to suggest it’s almost.He claps his hands as he walks back to the bed. “Come on, we’ve got a run to do.”I groan and grab a pillow, holding on tightly. “Can’t we start tomorrow?”He lifts his brow and crawls onto the bed, looking at me. “Where did all that enthusiasm from last night about discovering the trail go?”“I don’t know, it must have wandered off in my dreams.”He shakes his head in amusement and reaches for the pillow I’m clinging to. I tighten my grip around it. He arches an eyebrow. “I suppose you were lying with all that talk about how
“Yes, I do.”How can I forget her? Just at the mention of her name, I can clearly see her eyes roving up and down him like a detector.“She is a designer,” he tells me. “She introduced me to the industry. Gave me my first modelling job.”I nod and say nothing. I’m pretty sure that’s not what he wants to tell me. It’s just the tip of the iceberg.His eyes move away from me and focus on the wall behind me. “We used to have a thing.”I bite the inside of my lip. “A thing like…a relationship or–”“It was just sex.”Of course. “When?”“When I was in high school.”I get a bad taste in my mouth. “You started modelling at seventeen.”“We didn’t do anything until I was eighteen.”“Does it matter? How old was she, forty? Did she ask for sex so she could give you a job?”He shakes his head. “No. It wasn’t like that.”I take a deep breath. “Why are you telling me this?”There must be a reason. I’m not naive. Just from their interaction that day I could tell that whatever history was between them
It’s Friday and I’ve just come from an interview. It’s the second one I’ve been to since I started sending out applications last weekend. The first one was on Wednesday and it did not go well–I received a rejection this morning. The one I’ve just come from? I’m not high on expectations.For now, I’m just happy to have been called in for two interviews within a week of being jobless. If I keep getting these chances, it won’t be long before somebody decides to hire me.I’m standing at the bus stop outside the stadium when a blue sports car stops right in front of me. I only pass my gaze over it but then do a double-take when I recognise the car.And then the driver when the window rolls down.“Jude?”He grins at me and gestures towards the passenger side. “Get in.”I head over to the passenger side and get inside. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at work.”“Today’s filming finished early,” he tells me. “When you told me you just finished the interview, I thought I would swi