Chapter Three_ The Second time

Aisling POV:

I got to my apartment and dropped my bag on the couch inside the living room.

I walked inside the kitchen and opened the fridge, I grabbed a glass cup and poured in some water.

It has been almost a week since I met that man who was still embroidered in my head as if I just met him 2 minutes ago.

I can't do anything without thinking about him.

There I go again. Thinking about a man that is probably with his woman.

I rolled my eyes and drank my water then put back the cup inside the cabinet.

I am hungry.

I opened my fridge to see if there's anything edible but goddamn!There was absolutely nothing inside my refrigerator. It was empty.

I needed to eat some good food : creamy shrimp fettuccine pasta and not instant noodles. I need to eat Good food and I need to eat it right now.

I walked out of the kitchen and grabbed my bag from the couch where I left it and I went upstairs to my room. I dropped my bag on the bed and brought out my purse from my handbag before working out again.

I walked out of my apartment and lock the door.

10 minutes later I was already inside the grocery store.

I picked out what I needed and quickly paid and walked out of the store. The store was just a few walk down to my apartment building so I didn't take my car with me which was why I was walking.

Suddenly a car stopped beside me.

I glanced at the car and raised my eyebrows.

I can't afford this baby, so I better walk away.

"I finally met you again, Mrs Garcia." My mouth was wide open.

He is here.

The man I kept thinking about.

And why did he keep calling me 'Mrs' instead of 'Miss'?

I put on a smile and glared at him.

"It is Miss, not Mrs." I responded.

He smiled and nodded his head.

Oh my sweet Jesus!

 He looked so handsome in a dark suit and black long blazer, oh my God, I am dying to touch him.

 What am I going to do? I think he is going to consume me but I can't help myself,he is not like any other man I have dated before, this is a man probably about two decades older than me, he is powerful, his presence commands people.

if I go close to him I will definitely be consumed.

"What are you doing outside so late at night I am just going home?" He asked me.

"No, I came to buy something at the grocery store, I was on my way home when I ran into you. By the way, I don't even know your name." I said to him,

He walked closer to me and I stepped back quickly.

This man is all round visual.

He is about 6'3 tall while I sat on my 5'3 self.

"What are you cooking tonight?" He asked, a playful smile on his face.

"Creamy shrimp fettuccine pasta with Alfredo salad." I responded. He raised his hand and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

His touch lit my skin up. My body was on fire.

"I am hungry too, are you going to feed me tonight?" He asked me, his voice three times lower than before. He was whispering to me now.

I didn't know what to say.

I was shocked.

He wants to come to my apartment and eat my food? That's insane.

"You want to eat my good?" I asked him.

"Of course, who wouldn't want to eat a pretty lady's food." He said, a smile on his face.

I was nervous.

I don't know this man and he wants to come home with me, he has dodged telling me his name too.

What should I do?

"I.... My house is very close." I stuttered.

I didn't know what else to say.

He stared at me for a minute and smirked.

"I'll drive. Come inside the car." He told me.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to his very expensive car.

I've never in my life thought that I would enter this kind of car, I'm scared to even sit down.

He noticed my resistance and chuckled.

"Get in, it is fine." He said. I nodded my head and get inside the car.

I sat down and waited for him to get inside too.

He even has a driver.

Wow.

"Where is your place?" He asked me.

"Just drive straight down the street, the biggest building on the road is where my apartment is." I retorted.

Good job, Aisling.

Giving a stranger your home address and inviting him home, just how low can you get?

"You heard her, drive down the street, Daniel." He said to his driver.

I was quivering and scared on my seat.

I was nervous, excited and angry at the same time.

Why does it have to happen this way? The car drove down the street and when it got to my apartment building, I came down from the car and so did he.

We entered the elevator and I pressed on my floor.

That was the hottest elevator ride I've ever heard. He was literally all over my face.

When we got outside the elevator, we walked towards my door and I opened the door.

We walked inside the living room and he sat down on a couch.

"I'll get you some water." I said to him,

"No, that's fine." I nodded my head and started climbing stairs.

When I got upstairs I walked inside my living room and brought out my sweatpants and sports bra.

I stripped off my dress and wore the sports bra and sweatpants.

I looked good.

I wonder what he was going to say when he finally saw my outfit.

I ignored my doubting self and walked out of the room.

I walked downstairs and found him making calls on his phone.

He looked so good that I couldn't even take my eyes off him.

I am in trouble.