23

After Chad pulled away from me, I stared at him with a lost expression. There was no way in the world I was seeing things right.

I widened my eyes, closed them, reopened them to his presence. "Wh..why are you here?" I stuttered, trying to process what had just happened between us. I was lost on why he would show up.

"Are you going to let me in?" He ran his fingers through his hair.

I moved aside so I could let him in, although I was still lost from all that was going on. "O...okay?"

I secured the door locked with a click of the key. "Chad, why are you here?" I no longer had reasons to refer to him as Mr. Bush. I knew any other normal person would have freaked out and would care to know why they were kissed all of a sudden, and against their will but I was curious as to why he was here.

"Nikki." He held me in his arms and shook me a little. "I'm sorry for what I did." He held me at arm's length and heaved a sigh as he got lost in my eyes.

"I know I don't deserve forgiveness but I…" he let go of me, putting one hand on his waist and groaning in discomfort. It was obvious he didn't know what he was supposed to say.

"I've been mean to you. I don't know, I just…"

"Why are you feeling guilty all of a sudden?" I had to ask, folding my arms across my chest.

"I dont know Nikki. I just couldn't bear it and…"

"You and I had spent the day so well, fun and all with your mother, why would you talk so much trash about me to your business partner?" I sucked my lower lip in remembrance to what they had about me.

"He started the discussion and when I told him all about the reason behind my gloominess, I couldn't help but support his words." He sighed, relieving the words in his heart.

"If you can't defend me behind my back, what's the point when you're in front of me?" I shook my head with closed eyes, "if that made any sense."

"It didn't." He chuckled with a nod and I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my lips into a smile.

"I'm sorry." He restored his seriousness and the pleas in his voice were once more audible.

"I know it isn't a lot, but I am. I never thought that all these years I threatened to fire you, it would come back hunting for me." He said.

"Hmm, okay." I shoved that part of the discussion aside so I could focus on a different subject, "so, care to tell me why on earth you had kissed me?"

"That one… I have no accurate answer to." He admitted with a shrug, swallowing visibly and bringing his voice to a low pitch.

"You can't just walk into my house and throw a kiss on my lips, then expect me to just believe it wasn't on purpose?" I pointed out.

"I know, it's just…" he was moving closer and breaching the distance between us. I took steps backwards until my legs came in contact with the couch. He had not stopped walking towards me either and when I stumbled from coming in contact with the couch. He sat on my laps, taking me aback.

I widened my eyes from the action and tried to push him away, not adding so much effort. I liked how he sat on my laps but it looked stupid. "What are you doing Chad?" I swallowed a deep breath, speaking in a whisper as I watched his lips pull in closer.

"I don't know." He rolled himself over to the couch. He palmed his face, "I really don't know what has gotten into me." He admitted aloud. I bit on my index fingernail.

Multiple thoughts ran through my head as I watched him shake his head at his acquired behaviour that still got him confused.

Come on, give it a shot.

Give what a shot? I squinted my eyes at my own train of thoughts.

You idiot, you know what he wants, what you've imagined, go for it.

"I'm not an idiot." I defended myself with a frown.

"Huh?" Chad called from beside me, sitting up in bed, going through what I had said.

"It's nothing." I put on a flirty voice.

I stood to my feet and crouched low in front of him. I cupped his cheeks and attempted to get him to stand to his feet in the position.

"What are you doing?" I felt like the question had been asked too many times during our little conversation and so I stared at him and threw my lips against his.

He didn't argue. He received the warmth of my lips as I trailed my hands upwards until they got to his neck and stayed there. I opened one eye while he stayed focused on the kiss.

His eyes are closed. Oh he's so damn hot. What exactly are we doing?

He caused my eyes to go wide when he opened one eye as well. I hurried to close mine, ignoring that it was too late and he had seen me.

He freed me from the bondage of confusion, placing his hands on my waist as we intensified the kiss, adding moaning sounds to the pleasure that came from the burn he sent up my spines.

Are you going to ask him, or will you be cowardly about this too?

I ignored my subconscious, seizing my breath for a moment when he slid his hands further until they got to my butt cheeks. He squeezed each cheek in his hand. I was confused but maintained my hold around his neck, gripping even tighter.

We pulled away, his hands still on my butt, while we panted heavily. One would think we had run a marathon race.

"Wanna have sex with me?" I blurted my thighs, still panting.