Juliana's pov
"Hey Bitch, you better have a good reason for coming back early," Maggie says the moment I enter our apartment.
"Geez Maggie, give a bitch some time to breathe," I say, removing my heels.
"Not when said bitch interrupted my orgasm," Maggie replies, folding her hands.
"What? I didn't know you were bringing someone tonight." I answer walking towards my room with Maggie following me.
"It doesn't matter, whether you knew or not you will still tell me," Maggie says sitting on my bed.
"Fine, Mike was just talking about his father the whole time. I just wanted to get out of there." I say, going to the bathroom.
"Is that all?" Maggie asks following me.
"Yes Maggie, that's all. Now I need to take a shower so please leave." I say closing the bathroom door.
"You are hiding something, Julie, I noticed you playing with your fingers." She yells.
Damn it, I don't know why I even try, the girl knows me like a book. I start running the water, wait until it's warm enough, and then step in. The water feels good on my body. The sexy stranger's face comes to my mind as I close my eyes enjoying the water. I wonder what he is doing right now, is he thinking about me as I am thinking about him?
I don't even realize when my hand starts playing with my vagina. I imagine the handsome stranger's hand playing with me. It doesn't take long for me to come undone holding the Wall for balance.
Wow, that felt good, but I am sure it would feel great if it was Mr hottie touching me. I have never felt this way in years and I am not sure what to feel about it. I finish showering and go back to my room with a smile on my face.
"Wow, for someone who did not enjoy their date you look happy," Maggie says typing something on her phone.
"What are you still doing here?" I ask her as I take out my pajamas from the wardrobe.
"Waiting for you to spit it out because it's obvious you are hiding something," she answers, giving me one of her serious faces.
"I am not hiding anything from you, Maggie, I am just happy that I went out tonight," I answer her.
"Really? Is that why you are playing with your fingers again?"
Crap, every time I am nervous or excited about something I start playing with my fingers. There is no way Maggie is going to believe that I am not hiding something now.
"Well, I kind of met someone tonight, a guy," I say.
"What do you mean you kind of met someone?" she laughs and then continues "It's either you met someone or did not. Which one is which?"
"I met someone," I say, biting my nails.
"See that wasn't hard, but wait a second. Where did you meet this person who has managed to affect you?"
"At the restaurant," I tell her.
"Let me get this straight, you met this person at the restaurant where you had a date with Mike," she says standing up from the bed.
"Yes, and please don't look at me like that." She is looking at me like I am a puzzle that needs solving.
"I am just trying to understand you. Is he the reason why you wanted me to call?" she asks, looking at me.
"No, I met him when I was leaving the restroom after talking to you."
"Was he good-looking?" she asks, licking her lips.
"Good-looking is the word I wouldn't use to describe him. The man is fine like hell Maggie. You should have seen his lips, they looked pink and fresh. All I could think about was how they would feel against mine." I tell her, remembering the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me.
"Wow, this guy must be something, for you to be affected like this. I haven't seen you this interested in a guy in a long time, three years to be precise." Maggie says hugging me so tight.
"Hey, let me go, you are choking me," I say, pushing her.
"Okay, now tell me, did this man say anything to you?"
"Yes, he told me that he had been watching me the entire time. "
Maggie starts dancing the moment I say this, putting a smile on my face.
"Please tell me you got his phone number" I want to laugh at the expression on her face. She looks like a kid who is waiting for her parents to give her permission to eat candy before dinner.
"No, he got my line instead, now let's go eat something, " I tell her, Standing up from the bed.
"Don't tell me that you didn't eat anything while on the date with Mr fancy Mike," she says following me to the kitchen.
"His continuous talk about his father made me lose my appetite. I didn't even enjoy my Chicken satay and you know how much I like it" I say, taking out the leftover pizza from the fridge.
"Was he that bad?" Maggie asks as she looks for something in one of the drawers.
"Bad is the understatement of what that date was."
Mike might not be a bad person but he will end up alone if he doesn't change. They say patience is the greatest gift and in Mike's case someone needs to have a lot of patience to deal with him.
My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing. Speak of the devil and they call.
"Is it your handsome stranger?" Maggie asks with excitement the moment she hears my phone ring.
"No, it's Mike," I tell her, picking up the call.
"Hey, Mike what's up?"
"Hello, Juliana I just wanted to find out if you are okay, you seemed a little upset before you left."
"Everything is fine, I have taken care of the problem." I feel bad about lying to him, but what can I do? It's not like I can tell him the truth about why I left the restaurant.
"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks.
"Yes I am fine, thank you for tonight Mike."
"You are most welcome, good night Juliana."
"Good night Mike."
The timer on the microwave goes off reminding me of the pizza.
"What did Mike want?" Maggie asks as I join her on the couch.
"He wanted to find out if I was okay."
"I think he cares about you genuinely Julie," Maggie tells me, taking a bite from the pizza.
"I think so too, it's just that I can't deal with his immaturity. I have my baggage to worry about as it is."
As I continue eating I can't help but look at my phone from time to time. I don't know why I am expecting the stranger to call me. He probably forgot about me the moment I left the restaurant. He doesn't even know my name. I am sure he sees women who are more beautiful than me every day.
"Earth to Julie," Maggie says waving her hand at my face, and then continues "Stop overthinking Julie. I am sure your handsome stranger will call you, if not today then tomorrow," she says stroking my hair.
"How did you know what I was thinking about?"
"Because I know you," she responds, hugging me.
I don't know what I would do without Maggie, she completes me.
"I need to go to bed. I feel like I have been lifting weights the whole day," I tell her, disengaging from the hug.
"Yeah, me too good night Julie," Maggie says going to her bedroom.
" Thank you and same," I say, putting the plate in the sink.
As I lay on my bed, replaying my encounter with the sexy stranger in my head, I can't help but smile. The thrill and excitement of meeting someone new, someone who seems to have a genuine interest in me, is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time.
I have always been guarded when it comes to relationships, carrying the weight of my past on my shoulders. But something about Mr hottie, his confidence and the way he made me feel, makes me want to take a chance and see where this goes.
I look at my phone one last time before switching off my bedroom lights, only leaving the bedside lamp on. I close my eyes with the stranger In my mind.
I am woken up the following morning by the ringing of my phone. My heart starts beating the moment I notice that it's a strange number. One part of me wants to let it go to voicemail, while the other part remembers what the stranger said about picking up his call and the threat which was In his words. What if he is the one calling me?
"Hello," I answer the call, my voice a little bit hoarse because of sleep.
"Good morning babydoll, I hope you had a good night." Oh my God, it's the stranger from the restaurant, I can't believe he's calling me.
"ye...yes, I had...a...a good night." I stutter while playing with my hair.
"Did you dream about me?" he asks.
" No, I did not," I try to deny.
" I see," the stranger replies, chuckling a bit, and then continues " but I am sure you touched yourself thinking about me," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
I have never been as embarrassed in my life as I feel right now.
"You did, didn't you?" he asks, chuckling. "I would love to see you get yourself off, I bet it would be hot." he continues to say. I don't know what's wrong with me, how can I be excited and wet about what he is saying Instead of getting mad?
"lam Marcus by the way," he says after some time.
"Juliana," I tell him.
" Nice name but I prefer calling you babydoll." I don't know what to answer so I just keep quiet.
"When can I see you?"
"I am free on weekends," I answer.
"Okay, I will let you know when I arrange something for us."
"Okay," I answer, not sure what else to say.
"Have a nice day babydoll."
"Thank you, Marcus," I answer.
"Okay, I will talk to you later," he says, hanging up the phone.
I sit on my bed in shock, trying to process what just happened. I can't believe I entertained this conversation with him, and even worse, found myself slightly aroused by his words. I feel a mix of excitement and shame wash over me. I am left in a state of confusion and mixed emotions. Part of me is intrigued by the mysterious and seductive nature of Marcus, while another part of me is alarmed by his explicit and invasive behavior. I sit there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. Who is this Marcus? Why did he approach me at the restaurant? And why did I respond the way I did? I find it hard to resist his advances and the allure of his dark charisma.
I shake off my thoughts and try to focus on getting ready for the day ahead. But Marcus's voice lingers in the back of my mind, teasing and taunting. There's an undeniable pull, a curiosity that I can't seem to ignore.
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts and make sense of my conflicting emotions. Maybe I should just forget about Marcus and move on with my life. After all, getting involved with someone like him could lead to nothing but trouble. But a part of me is curious, wanting to explore this new side of myself that Marcus seems to have awakened.
Our conversation replays in my head over and over confusing me even more. I can't deny that his words sent a shiver down my spine and awakened a desire I didn't know existed. But is it worth the risk? Can I trust someone like Marcus, who seems to thrive on pushing boundaries?
The more I think about it, the more conflicted I become. I know that engaging in this sort of behavior goes against my usual cautious nature. But there's a part of me that craves the excitement, the thrill of stepping out of my comfort zone. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to indulge in the forbidden, to explore this side of myself that I haven't explored yet.
I know I should be cautious and think through the consequences, but something is intoxicating about the idea of surrendering to my desires. As I continue to ponder my options, I can't shake the feeling that my decision will have a profound impact on my life.
Amidst the confusion and uncertainty, one thing is clear - I am at a crossroads. I can either choose to explore this newfound attraction and risk everything, or I can retreat away from my familiar life. The choice is mine, and as I sit on my bed contemplating, I know that whatever path I choose, it will forever alter the trajectory of my life.
As the day progresses, I can't help but wonder what Marcus has in store for me. Will he follow through with his promise to arrange something for us? And more importantly, do I even want to pursue this dangerous and unpredictable connection? Despite my initial reservations, a part of me is drawn to the excitement and thrill of the unknown. I try to distract myself, but my mind keeps coming back to him. Who is he? Why is he so confident and assertive? And why did I find that attractive? These thoughts consume me, leaving me both intrigued and confused.