Chapter Two

There are a million reasons why I should give you up 

But the heart wants what it wants 

The heart wants what it wants 

The Heart Wants what It Wants - Selena Gomez 

(...) 

Ella 

"Feel free, the kitchen is all yours." I point the way for him to keep his word. 

"Wow, were you trying to barbecue or what? The smell of burning has set your apartment on fire." he comments sarcastically. 

"My sense of smell is in perfect condition, Mr. Observant. And in answer to your question, I was not trying to barbecue, I was preparing my dinner, but an idiot..." He looks at me with a frown and a mischievous smile, making me realize that he was going to talk nonsense. 

I snort, trying not to show what I am about to do. 

As if this bastard didn't know... 

"Yes... As I was saying, I was preparing my dinner, but I got distracted and this mess you see is what happened." he laughs nasally, shaking his head to the side. 

"All right, the person who said that is no longer here." He raises his hands in surrender. 

"I'll put my coat in the washer, if you need me, just call me." He just nods his head in agreement. 

As I turn on my heels to go to the laundry room - which is practically next to the kitchen, separated by a wall, like a little room. I see him putting his hands on his shirttails and taking them off. I think it's an abuse for him to do that, but I won't deny that I really liked it. 

Even though his back is to me, I drool over his perfect musculature, his broad back. 

I swear I'm going to have a fit. 

I am so fissured that, without realizing it, I tilt my head to the side, lightly biting my lower lip. 

I manage to come back to reality before he realizes it and go to where I informed him. 

As I put my coat in the machine, my thoughts go to the man in my kitchen, preparing dinner for me. 

I don't know what is crazier of me, allowing a stranger into my home or the fact that I am completely turned on by a man I don't even know. 

I finish my task and go back to where I left him. 

"I must admit that you smell great," the sound of my voice makes him look over his shoulder. - I sit on the stool and rest my arms on the American kitchen counter. 

"I don't wear a shirt when cooking in my house, I won't wear one in yours." shrugs. 

"Are you always like this?"  

He turns off the fire and turns to face me, further disconcerting me to see such a hot man in my house. 

This fire is probably because I haven't had sex in so long, Mom is right. I need to get laid. 

"Like what exactly?" he arches his eyebrows. 

"So full of himself, he always has the right answers on the tip of his tongue." 

"Most people make things too difficult, life is simple and too short not to say what we think. So, yes. Does it bother you?" He looks at me intensely, as if analyzing me. 

I click my tongue. 

"Why would it bother me? We don't even know each other, I'm just saying what I think, exactly the way you said things should be." I stare at him defiantly. 

He smiles. 

"I like you. By the way, my name is Justin Coleman." He extends his hand toward me in greeting. 

"Ella Murray." I return the gesture. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ella."  

"I say the same to you, Mr. Coleman."  

"Just Justin, I just cooked for you, we are friends now."  

I look at his smug face.  

"Can we eat?" I look away from him to the pot on the stove. 

"Where are the plates?"  

"Let me get them." I stand up, motioning to go over there. 

"Don't worry about anything, just tell me where it is." He puts his hand in front of me, preventing me from passing. 

I nod and point to one of the cabinet doors. 

Justin grabs two plates and serves us a macaroni - which looks very appetizing - and a beef filet. I get a little salivary just looking at it, even from a distance. 

"Do you have something to drink?"  

"Yes, in the fridge."

He opens the door and examines for a few seconds what he is going to take. As he closes the door, he brings out a bottle of wine that I opened a few days ago. 

"If you are thinking of getting me drunk and doing whatever you want with me, you can get out of the rain. I'm a strong drinker." he laughs, shaking his shoulders. 

"You have a sense of humor, I like that."  

He puts the plates on the counter, brings two glasses and the bottle of wine. He puts on his shirt and sits down on the stool beside me. 

"Bon appetit, I hope you like it." 

I was so hungry that I roll the noodles on my fork and put them in my mouth, savoring them, and let out an involuntary groan of satisfaction. 

"That's wonderful..." I grumble with my eyes closed.  

Tom's meowing makes me open my eyes.  

I look in the direction of the sound and see him at the window. I didn't even realize that this rascal had left. Now he's back by the smell of food. 

"Where have you been, boy?" I ask him, and he seems to understand me, because he jumps down and comes over to us. 

"Hello, little friend," Justin greets him and the shameless man rubs his head against his leg." Tom meows. 

Justin picks up some meat and throws it on the floor. Tom takes a brief sniff of it and then eats it. 

"Where did you learn to cook like that?" I looked at him curiously. 

"When you're single, living alone, you have to learn to make do, don't you?"  

I nod my head in agreement. 

We had a very nice time while we ate. We talked a little about our culinary tastes, our favorite foods. I know it is insane of me, because I have just met Justin, but somehow, for the first time in ages, I felt comfortable in the company of a man. And I tried to date a few guys after my divorce. 

"It was nice to meet you, Ella. I hope we have moments like this more often." she says as she walks out of my apartment. 

"It's a chance, but I wouldn't count on it." Justin looks at me, as if he can see into my soul. 

"I like the pajamas, by the way." He points at my body and only now I realize that I haven't changed or put another jacket on top. 

I squint my eyes, ashamed to death. 

I immediately cross my arms over my breasts. 

"See you later." he laughs and turns his back to me. 

I close the door and place my hand on my forehead. 

"Why do these things only happen to me? I must be paying for my sins from another life, there is no other explanation." 

I go to the kitchen to wash the dirty dishes and get everything organized before I go to sleep. 

I make sure I lock the door, turn off the lights, and head for the bedroom. 

Almost instantly, my eyes go to the window, from where I usually catch a glimpse of my hot neighbor's stunning beauty. And even though I try to avoid it, I can no longer say no to my body's instincts. So I close the curtain, turn off the light, leaving only the lamp on. I go to the closet and take out my rubber penis. 

A brown, thick, veined object, just like I imagine my neighbor's cock to be. I lie on the bed with my legs spread, pull down my panties to my knees and close my eyes, letting my imagination run wild.  

As I do so, my mind plays out the image of Justin with his head between my thighs. He lifting one of my legs and kissing it lightly until he reached where I wanted him most. His wet fleshy lips sucking hard on my vaginal lips and letting his saliva mix with my lubrication. 

By now my breathing is totally out of rhythm. I move one of my hands down to my groin, caressing it and running my fingers around my clit, making it more and more sensitive. With two fingers, I begin to make circles there, stimulating myself, and, unable to bear the desire that overwhelms me any longer, I penetrate myself with the penis-shaped vibrator. 

My moans begin to echo through the room and I try to control myself not to scream, which is almost impossible. I continue this delicious in-and-out motion, feeling the vibration on the inside of my clit. I bring my hand to one of my breasts, squeezing it, imagining it to be Justin. He's talking dirty things in my ear, driving me crazy. 

I climax, spasming and feeling the walls of my pussy contract, squeezing the vibrator. 

I'm panting. 

Soon exhaustion hits me, like waves of relief and satisfaction, so I black out.