"Stop it! It tickles," Bella giggled and tried to push me off as I lightly kissed the crook of her neck.
It has been a few days since my allergy attack. It was all clear, and I was feeling a lot better. I invited Bella over so we could hang out.
"You resisting me is making me want to tease you even more," I smirked and ruffled her hair.
"You are such a horny bastard," she complained.
Indeed I am, I thought.
I grabbed her chin and kissed her parted mouth while caressing her silky smooth skin underneath her shirt. She didn't resist anymore. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into the kiss.
"Wait...I can't," she moaned out against my mouth. "I have to go help Jane pick out her dress. And you, sir, have to go to work in a few hours."
"Yeah, so we have a few hours, and she can wait," I growled and nipped at the crook of her neck. Her body was hot and ready, waiting for me to explore.
"No, she can't. We have an appointment," she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.
I took that as a sign that she wanted me and pushed her down on the bed. I slipped my hand inside her skirt. She was already soaking wet down there.
"I'll be quick," I said and unzipped my pants, then pressed against her.
But just as I was about to slip it in...
I felt something hard slamming against my family jewels, aka my poor testicles.
Pain shot through my body, and I saw sparkles flying before my eyes.
"OUCH! SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed and fell backward.
"Oh my God, Aaron! I'm so sorry! I accidentally kneed you," Bella exclaimed from somewhere in the distance.
"Yup, you did," I groaned. My eyes were starting to water. "I think you killed my balls. Say goodbye to having children. Guess we are adopting."
"Don't be silly. You'll be fine," Bella leaned over my face and said. She held her hand out for me to grab it.
I grabbed it and let her help me up while groaning.
"Anyway, why did you knee me? I didn't think I was forcing you. You seemed to want it?" I looked at her questioningly.
"It was just an accident. I slipped," she shrugged.
Just an accident? That didn't sound right. I was confused but decided to let it go.
"Well, I'm not in the mood anymore, so I guess carry on with your day," I chuckled. "But you are so making it up to me later."
She pouted. "I really am sorry, baby. Are you mad at me?" she looked at me with doe eyes.
Shoot...I can never stay mad at this freckle-faced cutie.
"I'm not mad. It just shocked me, that's all. I love you, Freckles," I said and gently stroked her hair.
Her eyes turned dark. Why does she always look so sad when I tell her I love her? I had a feeling she was hiding something from me, but it could be my imagination.
"Well, I'm sorry anyway." she tiptoed to kiss me on the cheek. "I will make it up to you tonight," she whispered seductively.
"Damn straight, you will," I smirked.
She smiled and left.
I started to get ready for work. I got a job at a law firm. Nothing major, just some desk job until I graduate. After that, I can become a lawyer and possibly stay working here full time. That was the plan anyway.
"Hey Aaron," a girl with blonde hair greeted me at my desk. She looked young, probably in her early twenties.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember her name but couldn't.
"It's Sally," she laughed. "I work in the finance department."
"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm terrible with names," I smiled apologetically.
"It's fine. I just came to check on you. How are you liking working here so far?" she asked.
"It has been great. Thanks for asking Sally," I said politely.
"Well, great...um...I was wondering if you want to get some lunch? My break is coming up in 30 minutes," she said and looked at me expectantly.
I thought about it for a second. It wasn't abnormal for my coworker to ask me for a company during lunch, right?
What if Sally was hitting on me? The thought flashed in my mind, but I shook it off. This wasn't high school. Not every girl tries to flirt with you, Aaron. I scolded myself for thinking that.
But I decided to decline her anyway.
"I can't, sorry. I have a lot of work to do here. Thanks anyway," I smiled politely.
Sally looked disappointed but then smiled back. "I understand. Maybe next time," she said and hurried off.
My phone buzzed, and I looked at my texts.
Do not trust your girlfriend. She is trouble, the text said. It was from an unknown number.
What the hell?
I typed furiously. Who the fuck are you? I wrote then hit sent.
Think of me as your guardian angel, they replied immediately.
Guardian angel, my ass. Was this someone's idea of a joke?
Is this you, Jake? Cut this shit out, I wrote.
Only he would play a dumb joke like this.
I'm not Jake, and this is not a joke. You might be in real danger unless you break up with Bella, the person replied.
Oh, hell no. Whoever sent this was is going too far. I decided to ignore the messages. There was no way Bella could cause me danger. Could she?