The Lies In The Love

Chapter Nine- He Will Be Good For The Stress

Danielle

I was going to cancel on Callan, but I changed my mind. It has been a stressful day, and he will be the perfect way to help with that stress. I had considered texting him over the last few days, but I didn’t because it was only supposed to be a one-night thing. It doesn’t mean he hasn’t crossed my mind. He offered to come and pick me up, but I told him I would make my own way. He texted me his address.

I pull on one of my sexiest underwear sets—a back and red lace one. I cover it with a tight and short strapless red dress and a pair of black high heels to finish my outfit. My hair is down, flowing over my shoulder in loose curls. I have a little makeup on, mascara, and red lipstick.

I glance in the mirror and smirk. My plan is to make him want me so badly he will want to rip my dress off. He mentioned he would make dinner, but I am not going for food. It is the last thing on my mind. I will eat, though, since he made the effort to cook.

I gather my things and head out. I text Callan on the way to my car. He stays a little away from it, which is why I am driving rather than walking. If we have a drink, I will get a cab home. I don’t plan on staying the night. I have work early tomorrow.

Hey, I am just leaving. I will be there soon x

I toss my cell back into my bag and climb into my car. I should stop for a bottle of wine. I don’t want to show up empty-handed. I meant to take one from home. I have a great collection, but I forget. I can’t be assed going back inside to get it.

I stopped at my favorite wine shop and got two bottles: a white and a rose. I probably don’t need two, but better safe than sorry. I continued the rest of the drive to his place. I made sure I stopped outside the right building before I parked. He gave me the code to access his building, something to do with the intercom system not working. His place is on the third floor.

I grab my bag and the wine, heading inside. I knock on the door and wait for him to answer. It doesn’t take him long. When he opens the door, he is shirtless and in a pair of grey joggers. I groan and lick my lips.

I roam my eyes all over him. f**k! He is damn sexy. I feel a little overdressed.

“Would you like to come in, or do you want to stand out there, being a perv?” he chuckles.

I finally lift my head to look at him, rather than his half-naked body.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t answer the door intentionally like that.” I laugh and walk into his place without another word.

He closes the door behind me. I turn to face him, trying not to get too distracted by his perfectly sculpted body. It is easier said than done.

Callan’s eyes dance over me. He licks his lips and smirks. He reaches for me, his hand on my hip, and he brings me tightly against him. I moan instantly at the closeness between us. I put my bag and wine on the small table by the door.

“This is a very sexy dress.” He rasps, his hands running down the side of my thighs.

I close my eyes and whimper under his touch. The warmth of his breath soon fans the skin of my cheek. I open my eyes and find his lips are only inches from mine.

“You should see what is underneath.” I breathe out.

“Mmm, I plan on finding out later,” he replies.

Why later? Why not now? I don’t have a chance to ask because his lips claim mine, and he places one of his hands around my throat. I gasp and snake my arms around his neck, kissing back.

Callan groans loudly into the kiss. He turns us around and pushes my back to the front door. He presses his body tightly to mine. I entangle my fingers into his hair and kiss him harder.

How can his lips always feel this good? Between my thighs begin to throb. I am not the only one aroused. I can feel his c**k grow against me. I slip my hand between us to reach for the tie of his joggers. Callan grabs my wrists to stop me.

I pull back from the kiss, “What the hell?” I whine.

He chuckles and puts a distance between us, “I need to check dinner.”

I roll my eyes, “Yes, because food is what is on my mind.”

He pecks my lips, laughs and walks away.

“Jackass!” I call after him.

He stops and glances over his shoulder at me. A smug look present on his face, “Call it payback for not texting me.”

He disappears into the kitchen. I groan in frustration and follow him. He is at the oven, checking on dinner.

“You suck!” I huff.

“No, gorgeous, you are the one that sucks and very well.”

He doesn’t face me, but I know he is smirking. I roll my eyes and grab two glasses to pour us some wine.

“Yes, and because of your teasing, there will be sucking tonight,” I reply and set a glass of wine next to him.

My words make him focus his attention on me, “Mean.” He pouts.

I shrug, “You started it.”

I laugh and take a sip of my wine.

“Is that the game you want to play, sweetness? Then play, we will.” He replies and takes a drink for his glass.

I raise my brow at him, “What does that mean?”

“You will have to wait and see. Dinner is nearly ready.”

If he wants to play a game, then the challenge is accepted. He needs to realize that I will win.

“What have you made?” I ask curiously.

“Homemade nachos for the start and three-bean chili for our main. I made sure it wasn’t too spicy because I wasn’t sure if you like spicy."

“I don’t mind a little spice,” I reply.

“Good to know for the next time.”

Next time? Who said there will be a next time after tonight? I don’t say anything else about it. I drink my wine instead.

Callan doesn’t bring it up again, either.

“Sweetness, can you go into the fridge? There are three dips in there. Can you please bring them out and set them on the table?”

I nod and do as he asks. I set them down. Callan joins me with our starter. The nachos look so good. They have plenty of cheese. I love cheese. It is one of my weaknesses.

“These look good.” I beam.

“Tuck in, beautiful.” He encourages.

“I am going to up my workout time tomorrow,” I laugh.

“It will be worth it. I make amazing nachos,” he says confidently.

“I will be the judge of that,” I tease.

I pick one out and take a bite. I groan; they taste good. Callan shifts in his seat. My groan getting to him. I smirk and repeat.

“Danielle, I know what you are doing. Stop it!” he warns.

I rest back on the seat and take another. I slowly slide it into my mouth, my eyes on him. I moan this time and louder. Callan grips onto the edge of the table. He is trying not to break so soon.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I ask sweetly.

He shakes his head and laughs, “I am not going to fold that easy. I have more self-control than that.”

“We will see, won’t we?”

He may not break quickly, but he will break first. I will make sure of that.

“Yes, we will.” He agrees, taking some for himself.

He has no idea what I am capable of, and he won’t be able to handle it. I will get what I want and need in no time.