Susan tabled out the dishes she had prepared on the dining table, as she sights Donald seeing a movie with his arms embracing the sofa, damn! If he doesn't know how he messes with her mind, because he is good at it, at that moment Susan could wish to be converted to the couch, he makes it look more comfortable.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, raising her eyes brows.
Of course, he should be hungry, but what does she have to offer at this point?
"Oh is pasta," as he looked beneath the other uncovered bowl filled with some boiled potato chips with chicken chunks.
"I don't like paste," he said, taking out plenty of chips and chicken chunks for himself.
I guess he love the side dish, Susan assumed, staring at him as she was buried in thoughts, she wished to be eaten up just the same way he devours his chunks. Why did the man make her think like that? she must be losing her sanity.
"You like it?" Susan asked, waiting for that concrete reply to rip off between his lips, just then did Donald realize that she has been gazing, as he drops down his fork and asked?
"Aren't you hungry susan?" as his eye completely darkens, wetting his lips with his tongue, a half-smile curving his mouth.
" I won't bite, you know" Donald assured.
She felt like a fool and braced herself for his teasing laughter.
But he didn't laugh. instead, he kept watching her with those mesmerizing eyes.
"Susan?"
She glanced at him, and signed with her fingers "Uhm.., nothing" shaking her head.
But then he went back to his meal as he wrapped his big powerful hands around the pink juice mug and she decided he had to be the sexiest, most masculine man she'd ever laid eye on.
The bruised skin appeared as he tries to lift his cutlery.
"So tell me, what happened to you?" as she shows interest, Donald appreciated that she cares, but still doesn't feel right telling her about the past and of course how his ex got him into trouble and made him an addict to something he thinks he enjoys now. But the bruised skin had nothing to do with the past, it was all a setup.
"I don't know, am trying to find out_" he clicks his fork around his plate, as he redirected his eyes towards Susan's moistened hands. "I will sort this" he assures the discussion between them. " can I use your phone for some minute?" he requested as he texted his driver his location and time to come to pick him up, returning the phone as he continues "my phone was taken, coupled with some stuff," he said, brushing his face with both hands, "it was all __taken", "ooh, the key to my apartment...."
"What?_you were robbed" Susan interrupted him.
"Yea, obviously" Donald was never a storyteller.
" How did you get my number?" exactly, she least expected this, because Donald could have called the brother or anyone related to him, certainly not her. Thinking of this made her feel helpless to him instantly, without her knowing, Donald was already getting to trust her from the first time he met her at the company.
"Let's say, it was the easiest" that's a fat lie.
"Really?" as she mopped
"Yea"
"How do you intend to do it now?"
Hope he isn't planning on staying for some days because it won't be convenient for both, a lot will crash, things will be laid, Susan calculated within herself.
"Don't worry about that" Donald replied.
As some moment of silence soaked the surface.
Donald stood up as he carried his empty plate into the kitchen, "thanks for hosting me"
"Yea..ah" she stammered "welcome"
SUSAN BEING honest can't tell if the meal was delicious but all she could think of was, she had put some food on the table, and quenched hunger. The dining table was cleared as both sat on the sofa.
Donald scrubbed his hand across his face.
Why hadn't Susan told him about her past relationship, who among the both was bad or bullied by the other?
"What about your man?" Donald raised a question as he focuses his eye on her lips, he wasn't prepared for a positive or negative response, but with Susan, he Wants to know what exactly his heart is yearning for.
Susan's heart pounded, rocking herself back and forth, her throat went dry as she dragged oxygen into her lungs, old memories flashed through her skin. with her eyes burning with regrets, her anxiety growing, she leaned her palm against her cheek. Silent met her for a while.
"I_I__i don't know.., I tried you know?, he lied to me plenty of times and I forgave him___" she took a long breath in and then out, as tears rolled down her cheek "_till I caught him cheating on me with the girl I use to work with back then" as she faces down with her fingers tangling each other. The experience from her past relationship was torn on the flesh, with the fact that he was his first man. she had hoped so much.
Donald felt really bad and could explain why it hurt that much, he has been a bad guy to his Ex-partner in some ways. he knows the hidden intercourse he kept, he wiped off her tears with his thumb, heat radiated from his taut muscles, and his masculine scent filled her nostrils, igniting her senses.
His heartbeat thunderously against the palm of her hand, for a second, emotions warred within his eyes as he searched her face. then his gaze dropped to her mouth and heat flared in his eyes. with a low growl in his throat, he lowered his head, brushed his lips across hers, and kissed her, confronting her cord with his left hand up to her neck.
Susan tasted like cinnamon tea and salty tears and sweetness. Donald couldn't resist sweeping his tongue across, then delving inside her mouth to have a better taste of her. she clung to him, her fine bone hand gently holding on to the crowded muscles of his, her soft whisper breath floating over his mouth. heat spread through him, sending a surge of desire straight to his sex.
He willed himself to pull away.
Instead, Susan dragged him closer this time, raising her hand along his jaw with trembling fingers, kissing him so right and warm, as deep quiver started inside of her, invading every nerve in her body, she wanted to nod, to tell him that she was fine but damn! she found herself oozing out those foreign sound to her own ears.
He cupped her face out " Shh, relax and calm down...breath in, out...do it again" he sounded deep as his voice lowered "I understand, okay?" looking into her eyes, he embraced her removing the throw pillow demarcating as he pecked her on the forehead, placing her head on his chest. Donald was damn emotional but wasn't gonna take advantage of the moment, he know what he want and how he wants it and he is ready to wait for that day to come.
"Am here now" he gasped
Susan heard that, but didn't understand what he meant by that, but kept rolling on his body as she inhale his natural body scent. Just the comfort she needed.