THE HEALING HEART

by Zelda Clemens

  He had hoped to undress her defense with his charm, but it was the other way around.

  “Thank you for honoring my request,” he repeated himself while holding her gaze.

  Alison smiled weakly. “You’ve said that already,” she reminded him.

  The moment she said that Christian almost flushed out of embarrassment. He had to muster all his strength to remain composed and not appear unnerved like a teenager too shy to ask his crush.

  “Yea, right,” he simply said and fell silent. He eyes trailed lazily around her torso, as his eyes delighted themselves with the view of her arousing cleavage.

  "So, Mr. Terry…why exactly am I here?" she asked and he wished he could tell her why he wanted to see her desperately. He wanted to tell how he wanted to shut her up with kisses several miles from her news station while she read the news at nine. Most of all, he wanted to tell how his heart was raced so fast as the moment between them sizzled and how he longed to cup her lush breasts in his hands.

  Instead, he went ahead to discuss her news and offer her a proposal. A proposal Angie had come up with.

  *****

  Two Weeks After

  “Is it possible to be going nuts for two women,” Christian asked Angie from where he sat on his desk as soon she had walked into his office.

  Closing the door slowly, she shot him an accusing stare. “Sorry, uh, by ‘nuts’ you mean?”

  Christian shrugged. “You know, like romantically,” he replied her and dropped down from the desk to walk toward the northeast end of his office to pour himself a drink.

  Angie chuckled, bite her lip gently, in a way that appeared seductive, and looked away from him momentarily like she was embarrassed for him.

  “What are you – sixteen?” she asked him teasingly, still standing where she had stood since entering his office.

  “Your sentiment isn’t helping my crazy feeling right now,” he accused her.

  She shook her head chuckling before approaching his desk with the documents in her hands.

  “Why are you saying anything?”

  She dropped the documents on his desk, slowly turned to face him, one hand on her hip, the other resting on the desk.

  “You are this close to winning Alison’s heart,” she pressed two of her fingers together to demonstrate her point. “Now you want to fuck things up because you can’t control your what – desire?” she asked with every intention to make him feel remorse.

  “I know I deserve your spite, but remember when you said, it looks like I need more than one lady to satisfy me?”

  She scoffed, “Really? That was a fucking joke.”

  Christian grumbled. “I know, I know – but somehow you seemed to be right,” he said and sipped from the glass in his hand. “These past two weeks have been crazy for me,” he added.

  “For every one of us,” she corrected him.

  "Who is she?" she asked seconds later after they had both falling silent.

  “Alessia.”

  Angie straightened up frowning and adjusted her gown, "Alessia? Doesn't sound familiar to me and what's up with you and the letter ‘A'?" she asked, and he shrugged instead.

  “Found nothing on her on Google either,” he sipped from his cup again.

  “Wait, you hooking up with strangers now? In the middle of the mess we’re in – what’s wrong with your libido?”

  "It was more of a one-night stand, but she was smart and crazy enough for me. I liked her."

  “You were drunk?” she asked curiously, brushing a strand of her hair off her face.

  Christian closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. He knew what was going to follow if he confessed.

  "Honestly, yes," he confessed. "And no, I didn't use protection," he added answering the next question he saw her eyes asking.

  She marched straight at him, collected the glass from his hand, and returned the drink to its place.

  “You’ve had enough,” she informed him looking very disappointed. “Pray to your God she didn’t recognize you and if she did, be prepared to take a paternity test.,” she said and strode away from him.

  "Where are you going?"

  “To do something worthwhile of course,” she replied him without glancing back.

  When she got to the door, she stopped and turned halfway to him. "By the way, let this better be between us alone. And – stop looking for that ho of yours, no matter how crazy she is. Alison is worth a million times what she’s worth,” she said and shut the door behind her before Christian could utter another word.

  “You have no idea what she’s capable of,” he muttered and immediately wished he hadn’t said that just as his phone rang. It was Alison.

  "Hey," he said in a good-natured tone.

  “Still picking me up for the basketball game?”

  “Sure, sure. Be ready by seven fifteen.”

  “Okay. You all right?”

  “Sure,” he lied.

  “See you. Seven fifteen, right?”

  “Sure,” he affirmed his answer.

  When their conversation ended, he felt very guiltier than he was when Angie reprimanded him.

  His friendship with Alison was a slow but steady progress since after their first meeting. They didn't exactly spark like a wildfire as he hoped, but she didn't exactly turn him down.

  Two weeks after their first meeting, a lot had happened. The first of which was that she didn't accept his proposal to hand over all the pieces of evidence she had against his company in exchange of anything she wanted.

  He expected the worse after she refused but then he did something to catch her off guard, He opened up on his feelings for her.

  He could still remember her very pure laughter and her words, “You’re truly a crazy man as they’ve said.”

  She returned to her work and never made a mention of their meeting. She didn’t throw the news of the allegation under the bus either. A turn of events that Angie described as a window of opportunity to pursue carefully.

  But then, Alessia happened, and the smooth sailing with Alison was fingered.

  He felt strangely guilty about it even though they hadn’t committed to each other. It was unlike him.

  By evening, Christian was over his guilt, and he drove his bright yellow Porsche, to pick Alison up to the basketball game.

  At the games, they settled down in the VIP stand but before the first quarter of the game had ended. They were preoccupied with each other and their lustful thoughts than the game itself.

  Alison wore a uniquely designed yellowish milk cropped-up top that matched her skin, and crazy jean bump shorts. She wore her hair loose, letting it dangle down her shoulder freely. She was too erotic for Christian to take his eyes off her.

  Her sweet perfume caressed his nose right from the moment she got into the car, and it made him want to inhale it directly from her hair and spotless skin.

  And when he couldn't resist his urge anymore, he reached out to touch her hands, a minute before the first quarter timed out. She glanced at his hand that made contact with hers, to his face. She looked straight into his eyes, smiled her seductively and revealed her perfect snow-white set of teeth.

  He could see a flicker of desire in her eyes. He didn't need any interpretation of that meant; she aroused as he was and she yearned for him too.

  His eyes trailed her long athlete legs up to her torso. Her skin sparkled, and it drove him wild to imagine things he could do to her. Her breasts were round, and he tortured his mind of what it will feel like to feel their tenderness and suck heaven bliss from her nipples.

  The atmosphere between them was so charged and it was becoming too impossible to resist her as a temptation. Still, he waited patiently for the right moment.

  He craved so much to take her back to the car or someplace more private and serve justice to their restless yearning but he managed to stay composed, although it was a struggle. He was careful not to be too forward as Angie warned him against it. He hoped Alison would send h
im an explicit message with her body language or vocally before he met halfway there and proved himself as a man to her.

  By halftime, the moment between them sizzled to boiling point. So much that Christian felt her heart was racing as he was too because he noticed her lush breasts thrust forward. The view made his erection respond on cue. He was a man, after all, there was a limit to which he could control his hormones. It was right then he received his first reward for being patient.

  Alison Cooper raised her hand to his and stroked it gently. Before long, they were stroking each other's fingers, tempting, arousing and daring themselves to do the inevitable. It was a game of seduction and Christian was determined to win.

  When the third quarter started, Christian decided to throw a new twist to their lustful game. He separated his hand from hers and got the questioning stare from her. And then, closing his thumb and index finger to form an “O,” he placed his hand on her thigh and stroked it gently with the other three. That was the ice breaking moment. Alison's eye widened when she realized what he was up to. And unable to hold her arousal anymore, she stifled a moan before slotting two of her fingers into the “O” shaped Christian's fingers and thrust them in and out as if she was finger fucking him.

  Barely two minutes later, she got up abruptly and walked out of the VIP section. Christian followed her curiously with his eye, but she avoided his stare. He could tell she was wet, but didn't know if she was resisting him by putting distance between them or she was up to something else.

  His answer came when his phone beeped. It was a message from her, and it read: LADIES' ROOM!

  *****

  Christian Terry reached the ladies' room too quickly than he would have on any other day. It was as if his urge could sniff out where exactly she was, and by the time he found her, the world seized to exist but for them.

  As soon as he opened restroom’s door, she raced toward him and drew him into her. Her perfume cascaded his nose and registered its trademark on his olfaction. He didn’t want to stop perceiving her.

  She locked the door, spurned him around and pushed him toward the mirror just where the sink was. Christian, couldn't believe how crazy she was. He almost couldn't keep up the pace with her.

  Alison pinned him against the sink with her thighs and reached for his lips to kiss him lightly. On cue, Christian parted his lips to welcome more of her. She nibbled on his lips for a while before putting her hand behind his head and drawing him into a deeper French kiss. Her hardened nipples prodded his chest gently, and that sent another wave of electricity through his body.

  She was breathless and restless at the same time. She was all over him, and as her tender thighs rubbed against him, his manhood hardened so hard he could almost feel his pre-cum.

  Christian was playing catchup. She was more prepared than he was for the romantic showdown between the both but he was close to meeting her halfway there when she reached out for his tongue and sucked him passionately.

  He groaned from the craving that riddled his body when she trailed his erection with her long fingers. She stopped and looked deep into his eyes. Her stare felt as if it was a radar that pierced his soul with hot and intensive longing.

  Whipping her hair back to tie them into a bun, he seized the opportunity he needed to take over the show.

  Lifting her from the ground, he carried her off to the opposite wall as she giggled. They were like teens exploring a heated desire.

  Searching her eyes to ascertain her yearning was still intact, he planted steamy kisses all over her body—starting from her neck.

  Alison could hardly control herself. One moment her hands were running through Christian’s sandy blond hair, another moment she was scratching his back with her fingers. The next she was fondling her breasts and directing his kisses to places she wanted them planted.

  Writhing with tantalizing sexual torment, she started to moan, her voice increasing gradually like a stereo's volume been turned on slowly. And while they performed their art of seduction all alone to tthemselves, they were oblivious of the knocks at the restroom's door.

  Christian could feel exhaustion climbing, but he was still motivated to do even more.

  As if reading his mind, she seized his right hand from her butt and slid it beneath her top.

  His eye widened with the delight when his fingers touched her tender and succulent breast.

  “Wow,” he groaned, “what are you are doing to me?”

  She giggled heartily and leaned toward his ear. “Take me to a place I don’t want to return from,” she pleaded in a seductive tone.

  His hand traveled across her breasts, and he massaged them gently. When his finger spotted her nipples, he stroked them like guitar strings and was rewarded with a louder moan that sounded like music to his ear.

  She wasn’t done with him either as she wrapped her legs behind him and started grinding slowly against his pelvis. Christian closed his eyes momentarily and imagined riding her naked all night long. Before he could anticipate what next, his hands unveiled her lush breasts and admired their beauty fleetly. The next second, his mouth raced for her left nipple and sucked it diligently while his right hand squeezed her other breast gently.

  As he sucked, Alison trembled to the electrifying pulses his lips sent through her body. Impatient, she unbuckled the belt of his black jeans with one hand before slipping her fingers beneath his pants.

  Stroking his manhood slowly, she circled her finger around his dick head. Christian jerked like he experienced spasms when she did that.

  But soon as she tried to draw it out to give him a head, Alessia flashed through his mind and he snapped.

  “Hey, wait,” he begged her, holding her hand from going any further with its action.

  “Did I hurt you?” she asked in a concerned tone, looking into his eyes.

  Christian dropped her to her feet and supported her when she staggered a little.

  “I need to tell you something,” he said, avoiding her gaze and pulling his pants back on.

  "I know already," she said, and he was taken aback by her reply.

  “You know?” he asked, his eye widening.

  “About Alessia – yes,” she said.

  Christian froze and the color drained from his face the very same moment.

  “How, uh, how did you…I don’t u-understand,” he stammered, sucking in his breath.

  “I’m a news lady remember,” she reminded him. “It’s my job to know things – almost everything,” she said and smiled broadly.

  “But…”

  "You were both drunk," she cut him off gently. "I was mad at first, but I realized you hadn't committed to me in any way."

  Christian couldn’t believe his ears. So she knew all this time. There was something she wasn’t saying, he knew it.

  Was this a fucking test?

  She was right they were drunk, but he could remember the crazy things Alessia did to him. Especially the sex lap dance on his dick – that he couldn't get out of his mind. And as hot and steamy as the moment he just shared with Alison was, his mind still flashed back to his one night stand.

  Several knocks interrupted their conversation.

  They both turned to stare at the door and giggled before they went about adjusting their apparels.

  Alison let out a relieved exhale. "Wow, this has got to make the news," she joked. "I wonder what I would say if I'm asked after the result of the game," she chuckled.

  “We could check that online,” Christian suggested and leaned in to kiss her again.

  “Ready?” he asked after walking over to the door.

  *****

  A week after their awesome encounter at the basketball game, Christian still had no idea how Alison had found out about Alessia.

  He wanted so much for them to meet up and talk again but their schedules were so tight there was barely a moment to spare. But it was a form of blessing in disguise.

  With the recent twist in the allegation against his company, Angi
e advised him it was best he and Alison kept their public meeting to the barest minimum.

  She feared that if the media sniffed out their brewing relationship, it could do more harm than good due to the ongoing investigation. But that didn’t bother him as much as the thought that Alison was using the excuse to avoid him.

  If they wanted to see every day away from the radar of the media, he could make it very possible. But Alison was an enigma. She was hard to predict.

  He had hoped that after the passionate moment and steamy kisses they shared at the game, there would be follow up events to define what they were. Were they friends with benefit or something more?

  And then, there was the issue of Alessia. He wanted desperately to know how she found out about his one night stand with a stranger.

  "Hello, Christian," Angie dragged him back to reality. "Daydreaming of Alison again – or is it Alessia this time?" she flashed him a mocking smile.

  Since their raunchy making out, Christian had become obsessed with daydreaming and replaying the moments in his mind. Sometimes they aroused him so badly; he went to jerkoff in the restroom. That was how much he wanted her again, desperately.

  Christian spurned his chair and stared at her blankly.

  "Well, I've got something you need to see," she informed him in a friendly tone and switched on the TV.

  Boldly written on the screen was the breaking news that the government was dropping its investigation into SmartTech.

  Besides Alison's moaning into his ear, that was the second best thing he had heard in almost three weeks. Moments later, her image appeared on the wide screen as she read the breaking news. He couldn't help smiling as he watched her read her bulletin professionally. But he could tell she was excited. He could tell with the look in her eyes.

  He saw something else – she wanted to meet up that evening.

  “This, this is unbelievable,” he said with astonished voice.

  “Well, if there’s anybody I know that’s capable of anything – it’s you and Maxwell.”

  He looked up at her and gave her a curious stare. “You think Maxwell was responsible for this?”