Chapter Two
Zayn_
After the night with Jenna, I couldn't think of anything or anyone else except her. Not any of my meetings, my clients, my work. Nothing. She was just revolving around my mind like clockwork. I cannot keep her out of my head. Actually I didn't want to.
That night I didn't stay with her for longer. And I am regretting it very much. I can't concentrate on anything except her. Fuck it. What did she do to me? I have never felt like this.
Ever. It was very different. It was a complete new feeling which I was discovering in my own body. I don't know how I will pass this phase. Wait Do I want to pass this phase?
And there is a knock on my door. "Mr. Gray, the meeting will start in about five minutes." Anne said. She is my assistant. "I will be there." Ok little about my work life. I am the CEO of Gray Publishing House.
It is one of the most famous publishing House is LA. It has become the most successful publishing house in less than five years. I have worked my ass off to be in this position where I am today.
I am a billionaire today for my hard work. I loved reading novels since I was a kid. My mom used to tell me stories. She was really eager to build a Publishing House. But she passed out before fulfilling her dream.
It was her idea. Not that I didn't want this but through this I can feel a connection with her. It feels like she is here with me. Always by my side. I went to our meeting room.
I may have been sitting there but my mind and mny heart were somewhere else. Maybe in the past night with Jenna. The memories from the night were rushing through my head.
Jenna's caramel wavy hair, her big doe eyes, her long lashes, her curved body. She is Perfect. It feels like Michelangelo himself had made her.
Like how can someone be so perfect? When my clients were showing their presentation, I was thinking about her moans.
The way she screamed my name when I was inside her. Her soft little sCreams "Done." The client said, switching the projector off and the lights back on.
"Hmm. I will let you know later."I was hardly paying attention to the presentation. I waited for everyone to leave the room because under the table I was rock hard. Just by thinking about her.
My God. This woman. She doesn't even know how much control she has over me without even trying. I have to do something about this situation. I should call her. Fuck.
I don't have her freakin' phone number. I don't even know her last name. God, what I was doing?
Ok fine. I am visiting her house. I know it's a desperate move. But I am desperate. Very. I am desperate for her.
I am desperate to be by her side. I am desperate to be with her.
I have no idea if it was a good idea or not. But here I am standing in front of Jenna's front door.
Right now I am debating with myself about I should ring the bell or not. IfI don't talk to her today after driving twenty minutes from my office, I will regret it. God, i have never regretted anything.
Atleast not including women. I really don't know what vodoo magic she spelled on me but she definitely did something. After arguing for more couple of minutesi finally rang the bell.
The door opens. There she is. Jenna is standing in front of me wearing shorts and a tank top. Her hair tied up in a messy bun.
Her caramel strands were highlighting from the lights of her rice lights. Not even a trace of makeup on her face.
But yet the most beautiful, gorgeous women I have ever seen in my whole life. Just freakin' perfect.
Her eyes widened with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I was missing you." No, wait I think she was happy. "And i didn't have your phone number. So I couldn't inform you that I was coming."
"Oh. It's okay." She gave me a mischievous smile. "You were missing me or something else?" She raised her eyebrow.
"Whatever you think. Most probably the second one."I give her a wink, anyway are you busy?" I am taking her freakin' phone number.
Next time I will call her before visiting her. "No, just doing some of my office works. Please come in." She opened the door wider for me.
We settled in her coazy couch setup. Not that black leathered couch on which we had sex.
This couch was placed beside a glass window which gives a perfect view of her backward.
On the other side of the couch a bookshelf is attached. The golden dim lights enhanced it's beauty more.
It was a very coazy and asthetic environment inside her house. I guess it's the golden rice lights.
Her house was well organised. It was very perfect like her owner. First time when I came here i didn't payed attention to any of this or it's better to say I was not in a position to pay attention.
"Want something to drink?"
"Yeah." I followed her towards her small bar area. It was COvered with wine, beers and tequila. This was very cool…
"Wow. Your house is really a gem. Like you." And she blushed. It was true.
"Specially this bar setup. I love it." "I worked as a bartender as my per time job. Not that I needed the money but I found it really cool. And yes, it was cool." She poured Barboun in two glasses and shoved it towards me.
" So, why are you exactly here?" Taking a sip of her drink she asked.
"Well, I really can't stop thinking about you. You are everywhere even though you are actually no where.
I can't concentrate on anything. Not my meetings, my clients, my works. Nothing.
"I took a breath before starting again. "You are revolving around my mind every fucking second."
"Okay. I wasn't expecting that." She swallowed hard. She was surprised.
And even I also never expected to say something like this to anyone. But here i am.
If my mom would have seen this, she would have died of a freakin' heart attack.
"You don't need to be surprised." I moved a strand of hair from her face to the back of her hair. "You are simply addictive."