She wasn't this girl. She was modest, and innocent and wasn't the type of message she'd sent and she was worried about this. Imelda got up from her bed and picked up her pillow which she threw on her mum and bounced on to the ground and she buried her face deeply into it until she could feel her breath on her face, and her muffled voice vibrating on her nose without causing much hurt.
While she was at this futile attempt to cause herself enough pain to forget this seductively attractive text she's sent, her phone's notification chimed. It was a text.
Imelda hurried to her bed and picked up her phone to check the message that had entered. She didn't know what to think. The only thing on her mind was whatever reply he'd have given to her.
"I was the happiest of us both. I'd love to get those pants to the fun tracks and distraction pubs where they belong. Be ready. I'll call you tomorrow at 3." Jason's text read.
Reading Jason's text out loud was a way for Imelda to feel less hurt and stupid given she expected a reply that was either derogatory or anything deserving to the sexual exposition she'd sent him.
She chuckled from her inside with relief and a blush began to blossom on her warm cheeks.
"Yes. Yes. I'm wearing those pants for you, Jason." Imelda chanted out loud with an average Selena Gomez impersonation.
"Everything okay in there, baby?" Eugenia asked from the room where she was as Imelda's ecstatic sound had gotten to her ears.
"Everything's great, mum." Imelda replied even louder, with bliss firing up on her face.
"Okay. Imelda, be cool. Be cool." Imelda said to herself in a bid to calm down the dopamine rush that she was hanging highly on.
****. **********
In New York, Bruce was seated in his office with coffee to his right hand. He rarely drank coffee except for nights when he'd exhausted himself on a thousand ways to please a woman who saw a stallion and not a man.
Bruce had a wild night and he wasn't going to let that affect his productivity at the office, so he sipped his smoking hot coffee slowly while trying to focus on the business sheet that was on his laptop's screen rather than slipping into memories of how tumultuous Ciara had made their sex.
A knock on his door was the knockout he needed from these memories which were somewhat turning him on as he felt his penis rising slowly.
Melissa came in smartly and he looked right at her.
"The conference has been acknowledged and it would be virtual this time, and I've already sent you the invite link. I just wanted to let you know that Bernie is gonna be there, too." Melissa said with all formality.
"That dick, Bernie?" Bruce asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah." Melissa replied, breaking into a laugh.
Bruce, smitten by her mild laugh, realised that she hadn't taken him on that date like they'd talked about.
"Melissa…" Bruce said before his phone's notification chimed and he turned his face from her to his phone.
His message was from Ciara, "My Greek God and Sex hero, last night was a thrill. Let's arch your way into me tonight. I'm gladly surrendering."
Bruce let out an awkward millisecond laughter which didn't go unnoticed by Melissa who chuckled lowly in return to whatever it was that Bruce was seeing.
"Ciara, it was a great night. I do have plans tonight.. I'll let you know if we can meet up some other time." Bruce typed and without reading it again, he hit the send button and locked his phone's screen in order to return his gaze and attention to Melissa who was standing before him.
"We're going to that place you talked about tonight. Text me the address and see you at 8." Bruce said assertively.
"Oookkey dokkkeyyy. I'll do that. See you too." Melissa replied awkwardly as she didn't see any of this coming. She'd not anticipated this day and for that reason, she was short of a well prepared reply with her smile doing more of the talking.
She turned to leave his office and her face lit up so bright it could reflect the leaning tower of Pisa in one view.
Bruce returned his gaze to his laptop while he blindly picked his coffee and gulped it down his throat as it was warm enough already.
"Oh. Melissa, this is not one of your wild dreams..this is happening. It's real." Melissa said to herself outside of Bruce's office as she used both of her hands to slap each sides of her face in order to be certain her sense of feeling was intact and that she wasn't in some surreal dream.
Melissa was by far, very collected but in this moment, her mind was clumsy as she had too many questions for herself and how she planned to get through the night, but given her lack of experience, she had a few answers to give herself that she was barely convinced about.
Whatever this whole thing might have been, Melissa had decided that she wasn't going to ruin it.