Perfectly Lonely: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Let Me In Book 2)

by Jessica Marin

  “Did you have to sign a long term lease for this place?” I ask, curious if he would need to stay longer than the two weeks he says he has left here in order to not break a lease.

  “I’m on a month-to-month lease,” he says as he scoops eggs out of the pan and onto the plates. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

  I get up and use the restroom before sitting down to eat. I look at myself in the mirror with disgust, confirming that I look exactly like the hot mess I feel I am. I wash the mascara off from underneath my eyes and slather some toothpaste onto my finger to attempt to brush my teeth. I rinse out my mouth and go out to join him. I sit down on one of his barstools and as he hands me my plate of food, he deliberately brushes my hands with his after I take it from him. The warmth of his touch makes me shiver. There is nothing sexier than a man taking care of a lady, but he shouldn’t have had to take care of me last night. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did. I look down in embarrassment, grateful that he was there and that he still continues to take care of me this morning. I look up at him and he smiles, his desire for me still prevalent in his eyes, despite seeing me at a low point last night. Memories of my actions in the cab ride start to become less hazy and I become completely horrified at my behavior.

  “What’s wrong? Your face is all red,” he asks with concern. I take a sip of water, hoping it will help cool down my blush.

  “I’m sorry about last night,” I look down at my food, not wanting him to see the shame in my eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

  “I was happy I was there to take care of you, but I’m the one who owes you an apology as I left you alone for an hour.” While that is true, if it was for the sake of dealing with business with his brother, I can’t get mad at that.

  “It was fine. Was everything okay with your brother?”

  “Yes, everything is fine.” He puts down his fork and I notice that he has already inhaled his eggs and toast. He wipes his mouth with a napkin and memories of his hard, hot lips on mine start to burn up my cheeks again. “But, I don’t want to talk about my brother. I do want to talk about that guy you were with last night. Who was he?”

  I blink my eyes, trying to focus my thoughts on his question instead of his lips. “That was Torrin Richards, the general manager of the House of Royalty nightclub. I met him with Robert earlier in the day.”

  “And you’re meeting with him on Monday about a job?” he quizzes me with narrowed eyes.

  “I told you that?” I ask in surprise, trying to recall last night’s conversation.

  “No, he mentioned it when he was saying goodbye to you.” He sits back and crosses his arms over his chest. The movement makes my eyes go immediately to his pink, hard nipples.

  “Oh…” I shake my head, willing myself to look at his face and not at his chest. “Well, yes, I have a meeting with him to discuss the opening they have at the club.”

  He tilts his head with a questioning look. “Do you really think that is a good idea?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be? I have hit the ceiling with my current job and the traveling is getting tiresome. His job opening is for someone to run the special events that his club hosts. This is the stepping stone I need in order to qualify for future job opportunities at the elite venues in Chicago.”

  “I’m confident that you are overqualified for this position. I think you should continue looking elsewhere.” He stands up and dumps his plate in the kitchen sink, pours himself and me a cup of coffee and comes back to sit down with me while I finish eating.

  “I’m still continuing to look elsewhere, but there is no reason for me not to meet with him on Monday. It’s just an interview, there’s no harm in that.” I take another bite of my food, intrigued by what his reasoning may be.

  “There is something about him, Layla, that I don’t like. I want you to stay away from him.” I almost choke on my food, not prepared for him to demand me to stay away. Who does he think he is to tell me what to do?

  “Excuse me? You have no right to tell me what to do, Chase!” I say in anger when suddenly realization hits me. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?” The concept seems so foreign to me as Chase has nothing to be jealous about when it pertains to Torrin.

  “He’s dangerous, Layla. Stay away from him,” he commands as he picks up my plate and takes it into the kitchen for me.

  “Who says he’s dangerous, Chase? Have you investigated him yet?” I can’t hide the hint of disgust that filters into my voice over the lengths that Chase goes through to find out information on someone when he is a paparazzi.

  “Not yet, but I will and I look forward to telling you I told you so.” His tone gets playful and he winks at me. I can’t help but roll my eyes at him, secretly hoping he finds nothing bad on Torrin.

  “I’m done with this conversation. It’s time for me to go.” I stand up and head toward the couch to grab my purse.

  “Why? What do you have planned for today?” He stands in front of me, blocking my path towards the door. He invades my personal space by standing so close to me that my breasts are touching his bare chest. Despite the layers of clothes I have on, I feel the sexual energy radiating off of him and my nipples immediately stand to attention.

  “I need to report in the two client meetings from yesterday so I’m not behind on Monday with work.” I stare at his neck, refusing to look down at our bodies touching or his eyes that would suck me right into staying longer with him.

  “Let’s go see a movie tonight.” He cups my chin and forces it up, giving me no choice but to look at him. It has been a very long time since I have been to the movies and the thought of going actually sounds fun. Plus, it would be two hours of me not having to talk or look at him, which would keep me clear headed.

  “Okay,” I confirm with no hesitation. His eyes light up with delight and he quickly plants a swift, hard kiss on my lips.

  “Excellent! Let me get a shirt and I will walk you downstairs to get a taxi.” He turns around and as I watch his delectable, hard, bubble shaped ass strut to his dresser, I start to think maybe going to the movies with him tonight is not such a good idea.

  20

  Chase

  I tap my foot against the concrete as I anxiously await Layla outside the movie theater. I was ecstatic when she agreed to go to the movies with me as it finally gives me a chance to take her out on a date. Going to the movies is not my preferred destination for a first date, but with Layla still having reservations about me, I’ll take whatever I can get from her.

  I look up and down the street for her when my eyes suddenly focus on her approaching figure. She’s wearing a long floral dark blue dress with a dark denim jean jacket to protect her from the chill that is in the autumn air. Her silky hair is styled half up, half down and she has minimal make up on with just mascara and pink lip gloss. I exhale a shaky breath as my heart is racing at how stunning she is. I watch as her eyes scan my body and I quietly groan at the sexy smirk she gives me as she stops right in front of me.

  “Hello, Angel. You look stunning.” I kiss her forehead and close my eyes as I inhale her scent that is now permeated in my brain. I take the smallest step back from her, needing to control myself as all I want to do is grab her hand, run back to my house and make love to her all night long.

  “You look amazing yourself. I love your jacket.” She lifts her hand to feel the leather of my jacket. Heat goes straight to my penis and I wince at its tightening.

  “Let’s go inside and find some seats.” I pre-purchased the tickets based on what Layla told me she wanted to see. Once inside, we stop first at the concession stand to get some popcorn, candy and drinks. As we enter our designated theater and decide where to sit, I notice that our theater is mostly empty, majority of the population seeing the new action superhero movie that just came out instead of the drama movie we’re seeing. We sit down and I lift up the arm rest that is between us in order to be closer to her and to comfortably share the popcorn. I hold the popcorn in my lap and we start to e
at while enjoying the previews. Her laughter at one of the previews draws my attention to her and I watch as she reaches into the tub of popcorn, grabs a handful and slowly starts to eat. I’m mesmerized as I watch her tongue dart out to stick to a piece of popcorn before pulling it inside her mouth. She reaches into the bag of cotton candy that is on her lap and as her tongue darts out again to take a bite, visions of that hot tongue licking the tip of my cock start to invade my thoughts. I start to shift uncomfortably in my seat, grateful that the popcorn is hiding my growing erection.

  The previews end and the movie starts to play. She stops eating to focus her full attention on the movie. I grab her candy off her lap, place it inside the tub with the rest of the popcorn and put it under my seat. I take off my jacket and place it in on her lap as I saw her shiver earlier. The movie theater might be cold, but my blood is boiling from the desire I have for her. She gives me a grateful smile and my eyes can’t help but zero in on that mouth of hers. Images of her tongue won’t stop and my brain, in conjunction with my body, has decided that my focus should be on her and not this movie.

  I look down to see how accessible her skirt is and discover that it is peaking out of the sides of my jacket that is on her lap. Her legs are crossed with her right leg over her left, giving me access to my preferred destination. I sneak my hand down and proceed to bring the fabric up in order for my hand to get inside. I slowly drag my fingers toward her core, refusing to touch her skin until I’m hovering right over her mound. As soon as I know I’m there, my fingers land on top of her panties. She jumps up in surprise, which causes her legs to uncross. I deliberately keep my head straight and pretend to watch the movie as I sneak my fingers lower.

  “Chase, what are you doing?” she whispers as I start to rub her clit against the fabric of her underwear. They feel satiny and I’m dying to see what they look like on the floor next to my bed. I move my finger lower and I feel the hot flesh of her folds leading towards her ass, indicating that she is wearing a thong. I swallow loudly, the images of her sweet, round ass in a thong almost doing me in. I notice out of the corner of my eye that she’s looking at me, but has not told me to stop. She looks around to see if anyone is watching us. We have the aisle all to ourselves and the only other people in the theater with us are more than three rows ahead. I keep looking straight, pretending I’m engaged in watching the movie when really I am holding my breath to see if she’s going to let me continue. I get my answer when she sinks lower in her seat and spreads her legs further apart. I also sink lower, my eyes trained on the movie as my fingers continue their assault on her. I can feel her start to become distracted by my touch as she leans her neck against the back of the seat and her hips start thrusting up. Her slow thrusts cause my fingers to sink lower and I swipe her thong aside to slip a finger inside of her. I hiss in my breath, imagining that it’s my dick and not my finger being incased inside her silky wetness. I push my finger in farther and when I feel her walls tighten against it, my cock starts to pulsate against my pants, demanding that it be inside her. I open my mouth to help my breathing and glance at her. Her eyes are hooded with desire and she looks at me with longing as I pull my finger out of her warmth to massage her clit. When she moans and bites her lip to silence her noises, I reach forward for her neck with my left arm, which forces me to turn my body more towards her, giving my hand easier access as I turn it around to cup her more. I pull her mouth to mine and plunge my tongue into her, silencing her whimpers of desire. The touch of our tongues against each other causes us to moan loudly and I peak my eyes open to see if anyone is watching. When I only see the back of everyone’s heads, I increase the pace of my fingers as I press harder while rubbing her up and down. She starts to pant against my mouth, her body moving faster against my finger. Our tongues start their own wild dance and as soon as I feel her begin to tense, I unlock our mouths and shove her face into my chest to muffle the screams of her release. I ease my grip on her neck as I feel her body’s spasm slowly start to fade. She keeps her face pressed into my chest as our breathing starts to even out.

  As minutes start to pass by and she doesn’t move, I start to think she has fallen asleep. Her face is facing the screen, so I can’t tell if her eyes are open or closed. I sink lower in my seat so her head can rest comfortably against my chest and I start to focus on what is happening in the movie. What the hell is going on? I wonder as I feel the restraints against my erection loosen and realize that Layla has just unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper. Her hand on my cock paralyzes my tongue from telling her to stop and before I can predict her next move, her head moves forward and her hot, little mouth is on me. The feeling of being inside her mouth completely takes my breath away. Any dreams of what I thought getting a blow job from Layla might feel like don’t even come close to reality as reality is fucking heaven. A tiny voice inside my head tells me I need to make her stop since anyone can walk up and down the aisle and see what she is doing. Instead I ignore that voice when she grips me with both hands and slowly takes me in as far as she can.

  Holy fucking shit!

  My hands start caressing her head as she starts to lick up and down my hard shaft, one of her hands tightening around it, while her other hand slips underneath my balls and starts squeezing. I push back her hair, needing to watch her as she takes me in. She looks at me out of the corner of her eyes and I moan even louder at the look of pure seduction on her face.

  “Angel…” I groan, as I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. I won’t be able to handle this much longer as I was already worked up from pleasuring her. “I’m about to cum,” I warn, giving her enough time to get off of me. Instead, she grips harder and sucks faster. My hips start to buck wildly at her increasing speed. I quickly pull the jacket off her lap and shove my face in it to hide my yells of pleasure as I release into her mouth.

  Once my body stops shuddering, I remove the jacket from my face and stare up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. I turn my head to look at her and she is sitting there calmly, her drink in her hand, as she stares straight ahead at the movie.

  Did I just dream this?

  She brings the straw to her mouth to suck the contents of her drink and her mouth wrapped around my dick suddenly flashes in my head.

  Best first date ever!

  Two hours later, we walk out of the movies like embarrassed teenagers. I grab her hand and walk her further down the sidewalk. She can barely look at me and when she does, she can’t control the blush that keeps staining her cheeks. She’s glowing and I want to make her look and feel like this every day of the week. I’m about to ask her if she wants to come home with me when we both feel our phones vibrate at the same time, alerting us to a text message. We pull out our phones to see we have received a text message from Cal.

  Cal: Family dinner tomorrow night at six at our house. Much to discuss. See you then.

  “I wonder what that’s all about?” I notice that Robert is also included in the text and I look at Layla in confusion. She stares a little bit longer at her phone before meeting my gaze.

  “No clue. I guess we’ll see tomorrow.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes and I see our moment of closeness is gone. I don’t understand why Cal’s text message would trigger her, but it did.

  “Do you want to get a bite to eat?” I ask, hoping she says yes, but my intuition telling me she’ll say no.

  She quickly looks up at me, but doesn’t hold my gaze long as she looks toward the street. “I’m actually not that hungry. I think we should call it a night.”

  I grab her hands to gain her attention back. “Why don’t we call it at night at my place? I promise to behave and only snuggle with you.” I place my hands on her cheeks, my eyes memorizing her luscious lips. She contemplates for a moment, the struggle evident in her stormy blue eyes.

  “Maybe another night? I’m actually quite tired from the most memorable movie I’ve ever seen.” I throw my head back and laugh, feeling slightly better that she feels the same
way I do as I’ll never, ever forget what transpired in that theater between us tonight.

  “Okay, Angel, another night then. Let’s get you a taxi.” I hail a cab for her and open the door for her to get in. But before she gets in, I kiss her soundly on the mouth, hoping she has vivid dreams of what’s more to come between us.

  “Sweet dreams, Angel.” I shut the door and watch the taxi speed away until the taillights disappear from my view.

  21

  Layla

  I wake up this morning feeling like a walking tornado with the way my emotions are swirling everywhere. I’m proud of myself for the positive changes I have been trying to instill as a normal routine, including a more positive outlook on my life. But right now, my mood is as dark as the storm clouds that are covering the city and I can’t pinpoint one main reason why. My demons are battling hard today, whispering that I should stay home and hide with a bottle of Tito’s. If it wasn’t raining, I would go for a walk. Instead, I stay cooped up in my apartment, memories teasing me of my previous life. My grief counselor has taught me that I need to face these emotions head on and write down what I’m feeling. So, I sit down and write out every emotion I am feeling to try to associate a subject with it.

  Anxiety - Everyone leaving me.

  Sadness - Being alone for the rest of my life.