After Rob's phone call, three nights ago, I called Omar. I know I did it because I was angry over Rob hurting me, but I couldn’t help doubting that maybe I do still have feelings for him. That’s why I am standing here in a black cocktail dress and killer heels at our favorite bar and restaurant in Long Beach; The Queen Mary. The ship is famous for the many voyages she made and also because for many years, it has been said to be haunted. The TV show "Ghost Hunters” even did an episode on it a few years ago. In all the times we have been here, I have had no experiences but Omar and I use to love going here every other month, rent a room and wine & dine. The bar is called "The Observation Bar" it is very small but very beautiful. The bar is long and curved around the side of the room. There were a few chairs and tables at the opposite end of the bar, which made the place, look speechless. The walls look as they did when the ship was first built with white trim and wood finished walls. I always thought it looked fancy but Omar thought it looked old fashion. I was sitting at the bar waiting for him as usual. He was always late. I arrived later than I normally would have and yet I was still earlier than him. I ordered an apple Martini and sat at the bar. I had been waiting twenty minutes, and I started to get a little angry and embarrassed. I started to drum my fingers as the bartender came up to me and asked "Anything else I can get you?" I shook my head no and he walked away. I sipped my Martini slowly as a gentleman sat next to me. I didn't look his way, I sat there pouting, trying to decide if I should give up and leave. My ears began to heat up as I began to think how I was getting burned by two guys in one week. It had to be some kind of record. "Hello, May I buy you a drink" the gentleman said next to me. I looked at him with disapproving eyes and said "No, thank you" as politely as I could. "Come on, let me buy you one drink, you don’t even have to speak to me. I just want to buy the most beautiful women on the ship a drink." he said with a goofy grin. From my guess he was already drunk, and it was only 7:00 pm. "No, thank you sir" I said in a stern voice. "Bitch..." he said, and then walked away. I grabbed my glass and pretended I was going to throw it at him, but it wasn’t him I was angry with anyway. I was angry with Omar for being more than a half hour late. "Did he forget?" I thought. I looked over at the door and saw no one in sight. I waved the bartender down, and he came at once. "Can I help you?" he said. "Close my tab please" I said while handing him my credit card. Just when he was about to grab it from my hand I head Omar say "Why you leaving so soon beautiful?" I turned my head to the left and saw him standing there wearing a black silk shirt, and black slacks. In his hand a long was a long stem rose and a small gift bag. I smiled up at him, feeling relived he made it, and also happy to see him which shocked me in many ways. "Keep the tab open and it will be on my card" Omar said to the bartender. The bartender nodded and asked "Is there anything I can get you?" "Another of what she had and I will take a Jack straight up" Omar responded. As the bartender started to make our drinks Omar sat on the right side of me. He leaned over and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and his kiss ended up on my cheek. He smiled but I could tell in his eyes he was disappointed. He handed me the rose, I accepted with a smile. "Thank you" I said. "I am sorry I am late. I should have called but I just tried to get here fast. I got off work late." he said. "It’s ok I forgive you" I said. I couldn’t believe how happy I was feeling. "I'm glad you do” he said, smiling in response. I placed the rose on the bar just as the bartender placed our drinks on napkins and walked away. I picked up my glass as Omar held his up for a toast. "This is to a new start Marissa, you & me" I gave a small smile. I wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted. When I agreed to dinner and drinks I just thought we could just have a nice time together as old friends. His intentions were defiantly different than mine. I was going to have to do something about this. Make it clear to him that I only want to be friends and go out every now and then. I raised my glass and said "Here is to a new beginning."
After a little small talk of "how is work?" "What new in life?" we decided to walk over to Sir Winston's Restaurant where we already had reservations but we were a little early. It’s a cozy little place with great food, the walls were a darker shade of wood, and the squared tables were covered in white Linen. As we walked in, Omar was still holding the gift bag. I knew what it could hold, but I had to try to not think about it. "Omar for two" Omar said to the maître de. He looked at a list and said "Omar for two, you’re a little early but we seat you now if you would like. Omar nodded once and we followed him to our table. We were seated next to a window that over looked the ocean. The drapes were open and the sun was setting. The sky was orange with a few puffy white clouds. Omar pulled my chair out for me, something he has never done for me. I smiled and sat down as he set the gift bag on the floor and took his seat. The maître de handed us our menus and said "your server, Monica, will be here shortly, please enjoy your meal." We thanked him as he left us alone. I looked around the restaurant and noticed there weren’t very many people here; it was a little early for the dinner rush, which made it a nice quiet place to talk. "It’s been so long since I…. since we have been here together" I said. "Yes it has, I have missed this. I am surprised we haven’t seen the usual people. I guess its bee that long" he responded. Omar then leaned in and said "You look amazing, did I tell you that?" I blushed and smiled wide "Thank you” “I am glad you called me. I didn’t think you would" he said while looking at his hands as he placed them on the table. I started thinking of when I called him. It was two nights ago after Rob called and canceled our plans. My heart started to race at the thought of how he lied and used me. I looked up at Omar and saw him reading my face. I cleared my voice and said. "Well I was rude to you, and I guess I should tell you what’s going on." He kept his eyes on me and I watched his hands on the table folded. "I am sorry Omar for how I treated you that day. I wasn’t myself. I have been going through something but now that’s all over" I explained. He looked right into my eyes and said "I am going to ask you again and I hope you will answer me… Were you seeing someone else?" I looked at him, debating on how I was going to tell him that I have but that he is famous, and that he used me. I opened my mouth as our server approached us "Hi my name is Monica, I will be your server for this evening. My I get you something to drink first?" She turned to look at Omar and I saw her eyes turn soft. I had to admit Omar was sexy, but it never occurred to me that I could be jealous if any girl flirted with him. It happened so much that until I met Rob, I never cared to notice. I already knew I was going to have a problem with her; I could tell she was going to be one of the overly attentive types. He looked up at her and without a smile he pointed at me. She turned to me with a straight face and said "What can I get you?" I gave her a hard look and responded "Sweet tea and water please." She scribbled on her small pad and looked back at Omar and smiled wide. "And you?" she said. He looked up at her and smiled "Same" She didn’t seem too happy about that. She nodded once, turned and walked away. "She likes you" I said. He giggled and responded "I like you." I blushed but felt a bit awkward. "Omar, what is this all about?" I asked him. "I wanted to talk to you, but first I wanted to give you this." He said as he reached for the small white gift bag, handing it across the table to me. "Omar, what? Why are you giving me gifts?" "Just open it please" he said. I took the gold tissue out and placed it next to my napkin. I looked inside and saw two boxes. One box was slightly bigger than the other. I took the smaller box out and noticed it was a ring box "No open that last, open the bigger one first." I started to get worried and I know it showed on my face, because Omar started to laugh quietly. I took the larger grey box out and opened it. Inside was a beautiful pair of hoop earrings, silver, with very small diamonds around them. "Oh Omar, these are so beautiful…" I exclaimed. I looked at him wondering what was next. These were diamonds; I started to get very worried that the smaller box contained a ring that was also a diamond. I snapped the gray box shut and dropped both boxes in the bag and handed them back to Omar. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Omar, I can’t accept these, there is no way" I answered. Just then our server came back with our drinks. She looked at Omar with the same smile. He kept his eyes on me as she placed the drinks in front of us. "Are you ready to order or will you need more time?" Monica asked. "No we are ready" I said. I opened the menu and looked over fast and said "I will have Sir Winston’s Classic Caesar Salad and the Seared Pacific Halibut please." She scribbled fast then turned to Omar once again smiling wide and said "And you?" He was looking at the menu and said "We will start with Roast Oysters and Queenie and I will have the Porterhouse Steak, thank you" He closed the menu and handed it to her with a small smile. She snatched mine from my hands with an angry look and left us. "What do you mean you can’t accept them? First you haven’t opened the second gift and another I bought them for you" he continued. I sighed and responded "Because I can’t, taking these would imply that I want to get back together and I don’t want to…not right now, anyway. He starred at me and said "Marissa, if you didn’t want to take me back then why did you call me back and agree to go out with me?" I thought about that for a moment. I know I called him back because Rob hurt me, in a way I guess I did it hoping that he would somehow find out. "I wanted to make it up to you for hitting you, I guess. I never should have slapped you" I answered him. "No I am sorry, I thought if I kissed you, it would make you see that I do love you" he said. I sighed and asked him "Omar, do you remember when you asked me if I had moved on, and if I was seeing someone else?" He nodded and I continued "Well…I’m not sure if I moved on completely, because I know I still love you, but yes…I have been seeing someone else. Not very long, but that’s over." His eyes showed pain but I could see him trying to hide it as he kept his head down looking at his hands. "Who was he?" he asked. "You don’t know him; and it doesn’t matter, he’s gone and he won’t be coming back for me" I told him. We stared at each other for a long moment, and then he sighed and looked out the window. Monica, our server, came back with our appetizer and salads. Omar turned his head and smiled very wide at her showing his teeth. She lit up and slammed the salad plate in front of me. Omar winked at her as she giggled. I knew the reason he was doing this, its how he used to try to t make me jealous. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. "Hi, how are you?" Omar asked her. "I’m fine, how are you?" Monica responded while giggling. "I am great, thanks for serving us" I placed my hand under my chin waiting for the show to end. Omar always tried to push my buttons. After the breakup he did everything he could to make me jealous, I knew his games all too well to get upset. I kept my eyes on the sky as darkness began to fall. "What’s your name" Monica whispered. "Omar and your Monica right?" I was starting to get upset, but not by what Omar was doing, but more with myself for putting myself in this situation. I bent over grabbed my purse and got up. Without a word I left the table with Monica bending over and Omar leaning into her whispering. As I walked away I heard Monica say "Why is your sister leaving?" Omar corrected her by saying, “She is not my sister; she is my ex-girlfriend." I heard him get up to come after me. I walked briskly out the door and half ran to the nearest door I could find. I turned the knob and ran inside. It was the janitor’s closet; very small and dark. I waited there for what seemed like a few minutes and decided that it was safe to come out. I opened the door, and peeked my head out, looking both ways. I saw no one so I assumed it was safe and left, walking out to the parking lot; back to my car. Once I was outside, I saw Omar leaning against my car. "Where did you go? I was looking for you" he shouted.
I walked straight to the driver’s side and placed the key in the lock just as two hands held my arms and spun me around. "Marissa, I’m sorry I acted like a jerk. I know, but please don’t leave" he said. I pushed him off me and he stepped back long enough for me to get inside the car slamming the door, locking it. He knocked on the window shouting, "Marissa, please don’t do this? You know I will come to your house." I placed the key into the ignition and started the car. I turned my head to face him; I gave him a hard look and then flipped him my middle finger. I put the car in drive and drove off. I once again watch him become smaller in my rear view mirror. After leaving, I decided to find a drive thru grab a bite to eat. I needed to kill time and stay away from home, because I knew Omar was right. He would go to my apartment as soon as I had left. I decided to go to In & Out. It was nowhere near where I was or lived, but it was a thirty minute drive and the longer the better. I sat and ate my burger and fries alone in the dining area. I was still in my black dress and heels, so there was a lot of starring and boys trying to talk to me. I, of course, ignored them. I looked around the very familiar scenery. The walls were very white with red trim. The stools where red, the tables were white. Some were marked by teenagers writing whom they loved or belonged to. It looked like an old fifties style burger and malt joint. The food was always good, simple and cheap. After taking my time to eat I sat for an hour drinking unlimited amounts of soda. Once I used the restroom I decided it was time to go home. I drove slowly trying to give myself more time. I didn’t know how long Omar would wait. I remembered that I needed beer and a few other things. I stopped by a market a few blocks from where I lived. I took my time walking from aisle to aisle pretending to shop. I got milk, cookies, three different types of chips, soda, a case of water, bread, a gallon of Vanilla Ice Cream, two bottles of wine one red one white, and a 12 pack of beer. After thirty-five minutes of shopping, I checked out and loaded my purchases into the car. I drove to my apartment looking around to see if Omar was waiting somewhere near my home. I drove around the block twice and was convinced he wasn’t around. I parked in the alley, unloaded my groceries and began taking them up the stairs to my apartment. Before I opened my front door I took a look around one last time before going inside. Once all my groceries were put away I took a long hot shower. I thought about Omar wanting me back and Rob not wanting me as I thought he did. I felt the sobs coming on but I swallowed hard and tried to think about other things. I stood under the hot steamy water and as I ran the bar of soap over my body I thought of the first morning I had been with Rob. How nervous we both were, and the way he looked coming out of the shower. Wet, slippery and the sexiest man I had ever seen. I started to imagine us together in his hotel room after he took a shower, still dripping wet. His hair a dark gold color pushed back, the blue in his eyes sparkling at me. As Rob licked his lips, holding a white towel around his waist and his chest moist under my fingers, I ran the bar of soap over my breast. My nipples started to grow hard under my hands; I gave them a squeeze pretending they were Rob’s hands. I closed my eyes and pretended he was standing behind me squeezing my breast and sucking on my neck. I slid my hands up and down my body, imaging Rob wanted me like I wanted him. I felt lips, soft and stubbly kissing my neck, across my shoulders to my other ear. My hands where rubbing my thighs as a sigh of ecstasy escaped my mouth. My right hand softly rubbed my pussy; my left hand cupped my breast. I started to rub my clit thinking of Rob’s tongue licking and sucking it. I felt myself getting wet; I soaked my fingers in it and stuck one finger inside imagining it was Rob’s finger fucking me. As I started really getting carried away, my phone rang and I snapped out of my trance. Wondering who it could be, the first person that came to mind was Omar. The thought of him calling made the mood disappear. I rinsed off the soap and got out of the shower.
I went to bed early that night. As I lay in bed I began to think about Omar. How I lead him on and I knew that tonight was entirely my fault. There was something I was going to have to do about this. Rob's face flashed through my head as I thought of all the reasons I used Omar the way I had. What was I going to say to him? I had no idea but telling him I was not over the three days I spent with the most desired man in the world was not an option. He would never believe me that Robert Pattinson was the man that he was replaced with. Rob was another one that I had to figure out. Do I let him use me that way, and move on? Or do I track him down and let him know what he did to me was rude and mean? I know I would never get to him but the thought of yelling at him put a small smile on my face. I rolled over to face the side he once laid on, and ran my hand over it. I felt my heart crush at the thought of him being next to me again. I clearly had some issues I needed to resolve and I knew that Omar was not a cure. I found my answer right there. I had to be alone for awhile. Rob and I may have only been together for three days but it was more than lust. We connected in a way I never had before and I knew he felt it too. I don't think a man could look at me they way he did if he felt nothing. The way he touched my body, like it was glass, so fragile. His kisses so urgent but soft and comforting, the tighter he held me only made things that much more real. I shared something with Rob and I knew time was the only thing I needed to get over him. I finally fell asleep as I accepted him being gone.
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It’s been four days and I have not heard from Omar. I have not heard from Rob either since he called a week ago. Since then I have put all my energy into work. Michelle, my boss, was happy to see me focused. She saw the difference in me, the time I put into my work was not normal for me. I was trying to balance running 3 accounts at the same time, being an assistant art director, I am supposed to only focus on one account at a time. Michelle had a small staff meeting today, with the "Idea" team, since we were ahead of schedule. She asked us to take our time with our accounts and be more thorough, although I don't know what the problem was as we haven't gotten any complaints for any of the accounts I was working on. My guess would be that her boss was worried that we were rushing. After the meeting she asked me to meet her in her office. I knew what this would be about, but I agreed to meet her there after my major meeting with one of the clients. When I got to her office she was on the phone, whispering something I couldn't understand. All I knew was that someone was going to be leaving on a plane the next day. "Marissa, please have a seat" she said motioning to the chairs in front of her desk. I sat down waiting for her to finish her call. She hung up the phone and stared at me. I started to feel nervous so I looked down. "Marissa, I have a big client in London that wants us to meet him there. I have noticed the work you have done in the last three days and I am very impressed. After last week I thought I was going to lose you but you have proved me wrong. I always loved your work and always knew you could do great things. I can't go to London as I have to handle things here. I want to you to go and represent the company" Michelle explained. I sat there wide eyed and jaw dropped. I could not believe the opportunity she has given me. To go to London, as I thought more about it, reality sunk in. Rob was there, the chances of him and I running into each other was very slim but being in the same city he would be in worried me. I wasn't sure if I could handle that thought of being so close to him. "Marissa?!" she hollered trying to get my attention. I shook my head and looked at her "Really Michelle? You want me to go?" I asked her. "Yes, but you have to leave first thing in the morning" she responded. "Michelle I thank you for this really, but can I give you an answer by the end of the day?" I asked her. She gave me a confused look and asked "Why? This is the chance of a life time, Marissa. You do this well and that could mean a promotion. Why would you not want to go?" I looked down thinking of a good answer, there was no way I was going to tell her that the man that I am hurting over was going to be there and that his name happens to be Robert Pattinson. "I just have some things I need to see if I can get sorted out, how long is the trip going to be?" I asked. "Three days, but since you would be leaving on a Friday you will have the weekend to explore the city" she said. "I don't think I want to stay very long. Can I just have some time to decide?" She looked at me for a long moment deciding something. "Okay it’s now 10am you have till 2pm to let me know or else I will have Diane go instead, okay?" I could tell she was not happy but I needed time to research news on Rob and see if he was still in London.
I went back to my office where Diane was waiting for me. "Hey congrats, I heard Michelle gave you the London job" She exclaimed. I sat down in front of my computer and moved the mouse to dissolve the screen saver. "I don't know if I am going to take it" I told her. She gave me the same confused look that Michelle gave. "What do you mean?" she asked, dumbfounded. "I need to get things sorted out here, I have until two o’clock to make up my mind” She started to smile and I said "Diane I know your hoping I decide not to go so that you can" She watched me as I started to type on the computer and said "Well yes, Michelle told you then." I nodded and began researching the latest news for Rob. After a few minutes, she got up and stormed out. Sometimes Diane and I fight for certain jobs, but outside of work her and I became close when Omar and I first broke up. She was really there for me and we have been friends ever since, but this job sometimes gets in the way. Thinking of our friendship made me think of Omar too. Should I call him and tell him I am leaving town or just not call and try and let things settle on their own? My life was a mess and I still didn't know what I was going to do about it. After a few blogs and websites I finally found what I was looking for. Rob was sighted two hours ago, arriving in New York City but there were no pictures. Now that I knew he wasn't in London it brought on sadness that surprised me. I thought I didn't want him there, but secretly I guess I wanted him to be. At two pm I walked into Michelle Dean’s office and accepted her offer. She explained all the details about the clients and exactly what I needed to know. My ticket is waiting at the airport for me and my flight leaves at eight in the morning. She let me go home at four to pack and get ready. I got home and sat on the bed crying. I really had no idea that secretly I was holding on to something. I decided to call Jane to come over and help me pack. She came with dinner, Chinese food. We ate and discussed the opportunities this trip would bring me. After we cleaned up, we headed over to the bedroom and cleaned out my closet to decide what I should pack. I was half packed when Jane finally asked what I was waiting for her to ask. "Is Rob going to be in London? Jane asked me. I stopped and sat in my leather worn desk chair and shook my head. "Oh, I thought that was the reason you took the job" she said. She plopped on the bed and started to put things on hangers that I wasn't taking. "No, Michelle said I would get a promotion if I do well with this" I explained. "That’s great Marissa, then maybe you could get a bigger place" she said while looking around the room. I giggled and said "I don't want to live in a big place alone; this little place is my home. Plus if I choose to keep this place I could save money to put towards buying a house someday" "I guess, for me, this place is just way too small" she said. "Don't hate my home or I will throw your ass out" I said and we both laughed.
We finished packing, talking about her boyfriend and how things are going in their relationship. I was very happy my friend found someone to love and to love her. I smiled at the funny and cute things she explained they do together but once or twice I found myself thinking of who I wanted to share things like that with. Rob was never coming back and I had to keep telling myself that. Once we were done, she left. It was still early but I decided that I would try and sleep, tomorrow was going to be long day. I lay there trying to think of nothing but the trip. I was nearly asleep when my phone chimed from a text message. It use to be Rob's song Broken but since he told me he wasn’t coming back, I changed it. I opened the text message and saw it was from Omar. "Great" I said aloud to myself. I read the message "Hey, are you home?" I hit the respond button and said "yes, why?" and hit the send button. I waited for about two minutes when I got his response "Can I come over?" again I responded with "Why?" Another minute went by and his response was "I need to talk to you, please?" I took a few seconds deciding then sent "No, I have to leave for London tomorrow very early, no joke work calls." I waited for five minutes for a response but I got nothing. I put the phone down and waited for sleep to take me again. I laid there wondering what Omar wanted to talk about and I heard a knock on the door then the door bell rang. I figured it was Omar so I got up angry and walked quickly to the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw no one. Then the door bell rang again and I knew he was off to the side. I opened the door and began to scream "What…?" and then I stopped mid sentence. Leaning against the wall on his side was not Omar. He wore a brown leather jacket, a blue collared shirt, tight black jeans and black boots. His hair was disheveled and in his hand was a long stem red rose. I stared at him in surprise as he looked at me with soft liquid eyes. "Rob?" I said. He smiled and handed me the rose. I watched his hand get close to mine as I accepted the rose. He licked his lips and smiled "This is for you" he said. He stood straight up took a small step towards me and leaned in. I stared at him not being able to move an inch as he pressed his lips against mine. I held still until he pulled away "Say something" he said. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He frowned and said "I thought I would surprise you, I ended up being able to make it after all" he answered me. I shook my head trying to understand why he was there. "Why are you here Rob?" I asked him again. He took a step back and leaned against the wall again. "I guess I know what you mean by that" he said. My heart began to flutter from the sound of his voice. "I am so sorry Marissa I know I hurt you, but please let me explain" he said. I shook my head once more making sure this wasn't another dream. I opened the door wider and motioned him to come in. He entered and looked around the front room. I closed the door, standing in front of it. "Would you like a drink or something?" I asked him. He nodded and we both walked into the kitchen. He took a seat on the same chair he did before. I grabbed a beer and handed it to him and sat down across from him. "You’re not having one?" he asked. I shook my head no trying to figure out if this was reality or a dream. He took a swig of his beer before asking "How are you?" I looked at him with a hard look but he was just too beautiful to keep a straight face so I dropped my eyes to my hands resting on the table. "I am fine and you?" I answered. "Good" he said while nodding. He stared at me with excited eyes as I kept mine looking down so not to expose the hurt and anger I was feeling.
We sat quiet for a long moment and I was waiting for him to explain to me what he did. “What are you doing Rob?” I asked him. “I am looking at you” he answered me. “You know what I mean. I…Why did you come when you said you weren’t?” I continued. “I missed you, I wanted to see you” he said. “Rob, why are you doing this?” I asked. He looked confused and said “Doing what?” His face started to get red as he stared at me. “Why are you doing this to me? If you’re going to play games by coming and leaving like last time…Rob please, I can’t handle that. The games…” I explained. He leaned back in to his chair took another gulp of his beer and sighed. “Marissa, I am not playing games with you, I know what I did was wrong but believe me I didn’t mean to hurt you” he said. He reached for my hands and I slid them off the table and placed them on my lap. “Why did you say you couldn’t come?” I asked him. “I had some things to take care of “I shook my head and said “Some things? How am I to trust anything you say Rob when you keep secrets?” I responded to him. He looked at me, not responding. “Were you seeing someone else? If you were then you know what? I can’t be the other girl, I won’t be the other girl, and I’m not saying you had any commitment to me” I looked up at him and he was staring at me with eyes that could melt an ice berg. I made him angry and I didn’t care. I went on saying “It wasn’t right for you to promise me something then say you can’t make it, and then show up on my door step. To me that is playing games and it seems you’re hiding something.” He took a deep breath and said “I know Marissa, and yes I was seeing someone else. I was seeing her before you, but I never expected to…for us…the first night. I only wanted company not to take advantage of you… Please never think that. It just happened, and I…never truly meant to hurt you. I left thinking I was going back to my girlfriend but something happened and I got confused. But then I decided that it would be best to let you go, I didn’t want to string you along. I promise you that.” He never moved his eyes away from my face, taking in the hurt and betrayal that he just dealt me. I kept my eyes on his not feeling what was on my face. “But then I found myself missing you, and I needed to see you. So I knew what I had to do and I ended things with my girlfriend a few days ago. I swear it’s over, I know it’s weird but I felt something…” he got on his knees beside me pleading “with you I have never felt with her. So instead of going to New York with her I came here.” I looked at him crying, he wiped a falling tear from my cheek with one finger waiting for me to say something. I cleared my throat and said “Rob…I can’t do this right now I…please, I need some time to think.” He stood up slowly and said “I understand. Here’s my number you can reach me at now.” He placed a piece of paper on the table and started to walk towards the front room. I watched him as he made his way to the door and thought of the things I was feeling. I didn’t want to him to leave, but I was angry and sad for what he just revealed to me. He was almost to my front door when he turned around and walked towards me angrily. He stopped in front of me and pulled me up to him and crushed his lips against mine wrapping his arms around me, I kissed back, still crying and wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were urgent, his tongue warm and soft probing my mouth. My hands grabbed a full fist of his hair and pulled him back. He looked at me with desire and lust in his eyes and I pushed him away. He stepped back hurt and confused. “Rob, please I need time” I said. He nodded once and again walked towards the front door. I leaned against the counter crying.
I heard the door open and I felt an impulse. “Rob!" I screamed and ran out of the kitchen and into the front room. He was holding the door open as I ran towards him. I jumped on top of him crushing my lips on his as he held me tight against his body. He kicked the door shut, and I pushed him against it. I pulled off his jacket letting it fall to the floor. His lips kissed my neck as his hands never let go of my ass. I unbutton his shirt and pulled it off him dropping it to the floor. He lifted my white tank top over my head and kissed my shoulders. He was warm and soft under my hands. I kissed his neck and my hands found themselves back in his hair. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into the bed room, laying me on the bed. He pulled my black pajama pants along with my panties off with one hand. He kissed my stomach all the way up to my chest, kissing both of my breasts, from my cleavage to my neck, to my lips. My body felt like it was on fire from his touch and kisses. I bit my lips to keep from moaning too loud as he licked me from ear to ear as his hands roamed my body. My heart was beating fast and hard; as my breath picked up I slowly ran my fingers down his chest to his belly and found his belt. I slowly unbuttoned his pants and he then pulled them off for me. I looked at him in his eyes as he looked in mine. He kissed me hard as I started to feel his erection growing against my pussy lips. He grabbed my thighs that were wrapped around him, as he slid inside me. Feeling him there was reassurance that this was real. He kissed my lips holding them as he began slow long thrusts. He cupped my left tit as my hands found his chest. Rubbing my hands up and down his body was making my body start to quiver; His kissing my neck from ear to ear made my body shake. He pinned my hands to my side and started to thrust faster. Both of us out of breath we stared into each other’s eyes feeling the connection we shared for one another. I wanted to scream his name, but I bit my lip holding it in as he began to hold his breath, for the same reason. I rolled him to his back and saddled him. He placed his hands on my waist watching my face as I closed my eyes and started to fuck him. I bounced on his rock hard cock while my hands used his chest for balance. I leaned over and kissed him. Robs hands explored my back, my neck, my face. He held me tight as if he could never let me go and when he started to pull me closer, by the waist, that’s when I knew he was ready to explode. I sat straight up and fucked him harder. As we both reached out climax I let out small moans. Rob closed his eyes scrunching his face, cumming inside of me as I came all over his cock. I slowed down my rocking back and forth letting my shaking body calm down from my orgasm as I collapsed on his chest leaving him inside of me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I tried to catch my breath as I realized what just happened. I looked at him as his eyes burned into mine. He smiled slightly and rolled me over on my back kissing me gently, his warm soft tongue in my mouth felt comforting. “I thought you were going to really let me leave” He said. “I was…but then I changed my mind” We fell asleep holding each other.
When my alarm went off I knew it was four am. I rolled over and hit the snooze button. I lay back down on my pillow for another fifteen minutes till the alarm went off again, but just then I felt arms wrap around my body. I turned around quickly and saw Rob’s startled face “OH! I forgot you were here” I said. He laughed and said “So you forgot I was here, did you think it was a dream?” I smiled and admitted “yes, I did think that.” “So…you do dream about me?” he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes getting out of bed. “Where are you going?” he asked. Well I have to get ready, I have to leave for a few days” I answered. He looked at me with wide eyes and said “Vacation?” I shook my head and said “Business.” “When are you coming back?” He asked. “Three days.” I said. “Wow three days, so I come back and you leave. Great” he said as he lay back on the bed. I sat next to him and said “Rob I didn’t know you were coming back, and I’m not sure what last night meant, but I do have a job and responsibilities weather your playing games or not.” He sat straight up looking at me with furious eyes “What does that mean?” I got up and rummaged through my closet for something to wear. “It means that it wasn’t like I was going to wait around for you, plus I thought you ended things with me. This trip is huge for me, I do this and I can get a promotion” I explained. I felt hands wrap around my waist and Rob whisper “I’m sorry I was being selfish. It’s just I wanted to spend time with you and I cleared the next two weeks so that I can focus on you and me.” I leaned against him, smiling wide. I was still hurt and angry but he knew how to charm me into being the soft sappy fan that I know I am. “I want to spend time with you too, and we do need to talk all this out, because I am still very hurt and angry” I said and turned around hugging him. He hugged me back and said “I know, baby. I thought we would have this time I have here to make it up to you.” I leaned my head on his chest squeezing him tighter. “I am coming back in three days; it’s not going to be that bad. I am sure you have some work here in LA to do” I said. “No, I don’t I was supposed to be in New York on vacation remember? But I came here to be with you instead” That made me smile knowing that he changed his plans just to be with me, even after everything he admitted to me last night. “Where exactly are you going?” he asked, still hugging me. “Don’t laugh ok?” I said. He giggled and said “I can’t do that. If you make me laugh then I would break my promise and right now I’m trying not to do that again.” I let go of him and turned around pretending to look for clothes to wear. “Hey, tell me. I promise not to laugh” he said grabbing me from behind again. I smiled and whispered “London.” He didn’t laugh but chuckled. I turned around to see him smiling. “Why didn’t you tell me that?” he asked. “It didn’t come up until now” I responded. He sighed and said “Do you mind if I stay here and wait for you?” He asked. I felt this wave of disappointment. I thought he would suggest coming with me. I didn’t ask because I figured if he wanted to go he would ask. “Of course, I will be back in three days” I said and turned around to look for something to wear. “Good” he kissed the top of my head and left the room.
I made us a quick breakfast and the he helped me carry my bags out to the waiting airport shuttle. Of course he had to take a picture with the driver and sign an autograph, but it was quick. I asked the driver to wait a few minutes as Rob and I went back up to the apartment to say good bye in private. “I can’t believe your leaving” he said. I got close to him placing my hands on his chest and resting my head on his shoulders. “I know, I can’t believe it either, but at least you know I will be back…it’s my apartment” I said while giggling. He placed a finger under my chin and kissed me softly. “Hurry back so we can pick up where we left off last night” I watched his eyes as they lit up with the thoughts of me coming back. I kissed him one more time and said “Miss you” and turned around and walked away. I started to cry as I walked out the door. I arrived at the International terminal at LAX and checked my bags. After I got thru security I sat down to wait for my flight to board. I looked over my itinerary and saw I have a stop in Denver to change planes then a two hour layover in New York City before continuing on to London. “That’s great” I whispered to myself. I sighed and waited for the plane to board, thinking of what Rob was doing in my apartment. Did he go back to sleep? Was going through my things? Or did he leave? It was making me nervous that I agreed to let him stay in my apartment while I was away. “Now Boarding Flight 118 to Denver” I heard the loud speaker announce. I got up with my small carryon bag, IPod and the few magazines, candy, water and a book by Michael Connelly I bought at the newsstand near my gate. I even had a few mini posters of Rob to help me get through the long flight ahead. I really hate flying as it makes me nervous.
I waited in line to board and since I was flying first class I got seated quickly. I sat back closing my eyes thinking of Rob sitting next to me holding my hand and helping me get through take off. I decided while the plane was still boarding that I would call Rob to see what he is doing. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my home number. It rang four times before the machine picked up. “Hi, you reached Marissa. I’m not home right now but please leave a message and I will get back to you shortly, thanks” then a beep. “Rob? It’s me, pick up…are you there?” I said, but he didn’t answer. I remembered that I picked up the piece of paper he left on my kitchen with his number on it. I looked through my wallet and found it. I dialed the number; it rang twice before he answered. “Hello?” I smiled and said “Hi, it’s me.” He chuckled and then he was silent. “Rob?” I called into the phone but trying not to be too loud. I heard someone walk up to where I was sitting, and saw them hand their bag to the flight attendant out of the corner of my eye. I turned towards the window and said once more “ROB?!” Just then I heard “What?” from the next seat. I spun around and to my surprise there he was. My mouth dropped and he laughed hard and said “Surprise.” “What are you doing here?” I asked him. I bought a ticket and decided I would join you. I was waiting for you to ask me to go with you, but you never did so I thought I would surprise you” he responded. “I didn’t ask because you seemed so intent on staying here and since you never said you wanted to come I figured you didn’t want too so I didn’t ask” He blushed, his cheeks and lips turning red. He looked down at my hands and twined our fingers. “I wanted to, but wasn’t sure if you wanted me to go, but while you were in the shower I decided I can’t just let you go without me” he said. I laughed and said “When did you buy your ticket?” “While you were in the shower, I snuck a look at your itinerary and then called my agent and made sure she got me on the same flight as you. Luckily, no one had reserved this seat, and I asked the flight attendant if she could arrange for me to have the seat next to yours all the way thru to Heathrow” he explained. “But…your clothes?” I asked. He smiled and said “I had to call a cab after you left and get my bags from the hotel; luckily I booked a hotel a few blocks from your apartment.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, he licked his lips before pressing them against mine. His tongue was warm and soft twirling around mine and it made my heart beat faster, before I knew it, I was out of breath. I put my left hand in his hair when I heard the flight attendant cleared her throat. We looked up at her and she recognized Rob “Oh, I am so sorry but wanted to make sure everything was ok here” she said, looking straight at him. He had on his blue beanie, a worn out blue t-shirt and a black hoodie. He smiled at her and said “We are fine, thanks.” She blushed and stepped over the then next row behind us. We leaned in to kiss again when the captain came on the loud speaker “Hello, welcome to flight 118 with service to Denver International Airport. We will begin taxing for takeoff momentarily so please fasten your seatbelts. Our flying time today will be approximately 2 hours, 35 minutes” We were being asked for our drink orders as the flight attendants started the safety video. Rob and I kissed once more. “I am scared of flying” I told him. “I will distract you” he said. I smiled and said “How are you going to do that?” Just then the plane started to accelerate down the runway and began to take off. I tensed up and squeezed his hand. He chuckled and looked into my eyes, I heard the co-pilot come on and say “Please keep your seatbelt fastened until the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt lights” I held my breath as the plane left the tarmac climbing into the air. Rob moved very close to my face as I turned to look at him “You want me to distract you now?” he said. I nodded as he got closer. I felt his breath on my lips as mine began to pick up. Everything around me got quiet and blank. I waited to feel his lips on mine, but instead I felt his moist warm tongue licking his lips. I placed my hand in his hair as he placed his hand on my cheek. Finally I heard the “DING” of the fasten seatbelt sign being turned off as Rob continued to kiss me softly and sweetly. I never even realized we were already in the air. It was the best kiss yet.
To Be Continued…