MACY

One month! Today marked one month since Axel had asked me to be his girlfriend. I wasn't sure if one month was a big deal for couples or not. In high school and college, some couples celebrated monthly anniversaries whereas others just waited to celebrate yearly. I wasn't sure what type of person Axel was and asking would only embarrass me so I decided to just wait it out and see if he brought it up by wishing me.

My mother always had the problem of my father forgetting their anniversary and in most movies and series that I've watched most men suffered from that problem. I hoped Axel was different, he didn't have to remember every single detail of that night but just the date. He proved to me that he wasn't like other stereotypical men and I couldn't help but hope that he would do that again!

When I told Lacy and my parents about Axel and me they were all over the moon. Lacy's exact words were: "It took you long enough! I was beginning to think that you would never wake up and smell the coffee". It didn't help that my parents were with her at the time I disclosed my relationship. They began gushing and agreeing with Lacy almost instantaneously.

"Where too next?" Emmitt asked, breaking my chain of thought. We sat in a little cafe, stopping for a little break after a day full of shopping. Emmitt had become a very close friend which was perfect when I needed a break from Axel and Stephanie. They were amazing but sometimes I just wanted to rant to someone who wasn't related to the person I was ranting about.

"We've got me more than enough clothes for this warmer weather so I was thinking one last store before we call it a day?" Axel had told me to pack warm which I did and although the spring weather wasn't as humid as it would have been back home, I still needed lighter clothing.

Emmitt sipped on his tea, pinky extended in the air, "Which store?"

I flushed at his question, bringing my coffee to my lips, "Victoria Secret..." I murmured into the cup quietly before gulping down some coffee as if it was magical liquid courage.

"Sure, am I needed inside with you?" He chuckled as I stared up at him over the cup that was still on my lips, "I mean, I may be gay but I know a sexy pair of knickers when I see one!"

Nearly choking on my coffee, I placed the cup back onto the table and wheezed out, "Oh my God! You're worse than me! Do you even have a filter or like a volume button so I can at least bring you down to a whisper?" The people seated next to us had brought their attention to Emmitt and me with horrified expressions. For the first time, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

"Sorry, sorry pretty face."

I had brought Emmitt along not only because I needed company because shopping alone can get quite boring at times, but also because he was meant to keep me in check. He was only allowed to let me purchase items I truly needed and would use, if the items didn't fall under that category he would pry it out of my hands and shove me out of the store. He was strict and it worked in my favor. That way, there was no way of me overspending money I didn't actually have and creating another pile of debt for me to bury myself under.

"How are things with Axel and you?" Emmitt asked, his face and tone holding seriousness, "He clearly doesn't have a problem with us spending time together anymore, or does he?"

"He's gotten over it and everything has been perfect between us. A little too perfect. It's like I'm waiting for some calamity that's taking forever," I confessed, the pad of my thumb tracing circles on my coffee cup as I stared at the dark brown liquid.

"You're just overthinking it." Emmitt tried to reassure.

"Am I though? I'm almost certain relationships aren't meant to be this perfect. It's like we don't even argue anymore. Before we use to argue a lot mainly because I loved to do the opposite of what he'd tell me to do but now we just come to a boring compromise. Perfect is boring! I need more!"

"More?" He cocked a brow in interest, pulling his chair closer to the table and leaning forward, "Want to elaborate on what that more is?" A knowing smirk tugged at his lips and I nearly through my coffee all over his face for figuring out what I meant so quickly.

"He's always so composed and put together. I have no idea how he does it but he has such control over his emotions whereas I become a hot mess the moment I see him shirtless or look into those stunning hazel eyes, and don't let me start on what happens..." I trailed off, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation before whispering the words, "down there!"

A rumbling laugh erupted from his chest, "It just sounds like you're very, very, very sexually frustrated love. I'm sure if you told Axel how you felt he would be able to solve all your problems." He suggested with a shrug as he began sipping his tea again.

I gnawed at my bottom lip, "I-I... How do I... I'm not exactly sure..." I drawled sheepishly, unable to meet Emmitt's amused gaze.

"You don't know how to bring up the subject?"

I nodded, hiding my face once again in my coffee cup. Unfortunately, the sweet nectar of life was almost finished so I wouldn't have a shield to hide behind much longer. I hoped that this conversation would end before my coffee did.

"Communication is key love," he began in an unadulterated tone, "you could sit him down and simply talk about it. Tell him how you're feeling and that you need some kind of release. Alternatively," a smirk contorted his boyish features making him look deviously handsome, "we could go to Victoria Secret, buy the sexiest pair of lingerie and seduce him into giving you what you want. Personally, I think the second option would be more fun."

"You've got to be kidding me," I breathed, staring at him wide-eyed and mouth agape. The lingerie would be sexy but I had no idea how to seduce a man. The thought alone had my heart erratically hammering away at my ribcage.

"I kid you not love, and as for your problem of getting along too well. Enjoy it while it lasts. You both are still in the beginning stages of a relationship, once the relationship develops so does problems that won't be solved by simple compromises. Then you will sit and wish to be back to this 'boring' stage," he used air quotes when saying the word boring for emphasis.

I groaned, the fact that he was right not evading me. We finished up at the cafe and made our way to Victoria Secret. The moment we entered the shop we were bombarded by the amount of pink. I felt as if I had died and had gone to heaven. If heaven wasn't as pink as Victoria's Secret then I didn't want to be in it!

Emmitt followed silently behind me, humming each time he approved of a set I picked up and clearing his throat each time he felt like the set wouldn't suit me. I always bought my underwear in sets. There was just something about matching bra and panties that made my life feel so organized.

I paused when I came across a black lace number that had a top and panties. The bra was full lace, flimsy and delicate. Black intricate lace flowed from the bra, it looked as if it were a mini see-through nightdress that would end just below my belly button. A little black bow had been placed between the cups of the bra that would make me look like a gift worth unwrapping. A black lace matching thong paired exquisitely with it. It would show off more skin than I was comfortable with showing but it seemed sexy and Emmitt's hum of approval sealed the deal. The set was remarkably simple and yet entirely alluring.

"That would most definitely get your point across. If he can still control himself after seeing you in that then send him to me because the man must be gay as hell!" Emmitt snickered beside me as he whispered into my ear.

I bit down my laughter, turning to face him as I took in his boyish whimsical expression. His smile was wide, taking up most of his face as it reached from one ear to the other. To make room for his massive smile he had to squint his eyes, making him look so adorable that I couldn't help but bring my hands up to his cheeks and pull them.

"You're so adorable!" I declared, "I don't understand how a man with a face like yours is still single especially when you give such good relationship advice."

He rolled his eyes, slapping my hands away lightly, "My advice probably only works on straight people because my love life is as extinct as dinosaurs." The words that left his lips sounded depressing however he seemed to be fine with it. Emmitt never let the fact of him being single bother him because he wasn't even ready for a relationship in the first place.

I made my way to pay for everything before we could finally head to the car. Emmitt had taken time out of his busy schedule to spend the day with me which I knew couldn't have been easy. As the owner of his own restaurant, he needed to be aware and vigilant of everything and that meant no free time for himself because the job drained him of every minute he had.

"Thank you for today," I sincerely said when he opened the passenger door for me to slip in, "It really means a lot to me."

He waved me off, "Don't be silly. It's nice to have a break. I hardly ever take one and most of the people I know work for me and I pride myself on not mixing business relationships with pleasure so it's nice to finally have someone to talk too outside the working environment."

"What?" I quizzically asked, "You're so easy to talk too and you're so yourself and upfront. That day, in the bakery, it was you who came up to me asking me to dinner so I don't believe that you have no friends outside the working environment."

He chuckled lightly, "Most of my friends are other chefs and business owners. They mostly speak business and food. Nothing personal. And, when you're so busy that you can't meet people then the only people you know are the ones you see on a daily basis and those are my employees."

"So that day, why did you suddenly choose to speak to me?"

"Because," he shrugged a shoulder, "You looked interesting enough for me to take time out and get to know you. Plus, it looked like you needed some help in making your man realize that his attention was in the wrong place."

I nodded my head in understanding as he closed the door and made his way around to the driver's side. It didn't take us long to reach Axel's home. Bidding Emmitt goodbye, I walked up to the front door and dug around the flower pot for the spare key that I knew Axel had left for me.

I had to admit, it was convenient that Stephanie and her father would be working all night at their shop. They had just gotten a contract for servicing a major company's vehicles. Unfortunately, they needed to vehicles back as soon as possible and were willing to pay extra for the faster services so Stephen couldn't refuse.

Axel had been at the bakery all day. There were many orders that needed to be fulfilled so he needed all his attention on his work. With that being said, he decided to ban me from the bakery for the day because he saw me as one of his biggest distractions.

Double checking that I locked the door, I made my way to my room with my multiple shopping bags in hand. I knew everyone else that lived in the house had a set of their own keys and since I was alone I was a bit paranoid about leaving the door unlocked. Being a daughter of a cop meant being taught self-defense but also being wary and self-conscious of your surroundings.

I tossed the bags onto the bed and made a beeline for my adjoining bathroom. Axel's sexual preferences weren't exactly known to me but I knew I wouldn't be comfortable with showing him my body without a proper shave. Also, I washed my hair, plucked my brows, and took an hour-long salted bubble bath for good measure. I wasn't only going to look sexy but I was going to smell delicious. There was no way in hell that he could resist me.

Walking out the bathroom with just a towel around my head, I pulled out the lingerie. Pulling on the lacy, see-through, flowy top and thong, I strutted to the mirror to take in my appearance. As I had expected, the lace top ended just below my belly button.  I could see every part of me through the lace leaving not much room for imagination. I hardly had curves or breasts for that matter but somehow the lingerie made me look like a supermodel trying to pose for the next edition of Vogue.

I left my hair to air-dry into its naturally wavy state and applied black eyeliner, mascara, and some blood-red lipstick making me look like a woman on a mission.

All I needed was a whip and I'd be good to go!

I laughed at the thought but filed it in my mind for future reference. The kinky stuff sounded fun but I didn't want to scare Axel by revealing that to him just yet. I hadn't even broken my virginity and I was already thinking about how to make it...better?

Slipping on the pair of black Louboutin red bottoms Lacy had gotten me for my twenty-third birthday, I pulled on a black coat that ended mid-thigh and tied the belt around my thin waist lightly. Then I grabbed my phone and made my way to Axel's room, laying down on the bed and scrolling through my different social apps. It was almost six so he would be home any minute. The preparations to make me look like one of those flawless girls from porn videos took longer than I had expected.

Shaving was hard work when you had to squat and do other moves so it could be perfect! It felt like enough exercise for one lifetime.

One hour past and then another and he still hadn't returned home. I tried texting him and calling but his phone would go straight to voicemail. I worried that maybe something happened to him but if that were true then I would have been informed by now depending on who his emergency contact was. However, there was this feeling within me that calmed me and a voice in my head soothing me and reassuring me that he was fine. Eventually, I curled up into a ball and drifted off to sleep.

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"Sunshine?" I whimpered as Axel's cold fingers grazed my forehead, moving up to my hairline and running his slender fingers through my hair. His voice was so soft, so low, so horse, and so unrecognizable.

My eyes fluttered open, the disorientation only lasting a few seconds before I noticed the room washed in the silver-gray of the moonlight streaming in. Half of Axel's beautiful face was cast in a downward shadow while the other was so visible and looked pained. His jaw ticked, his eyes burned into mine, his right fist clenched at the comforter underneath me while his other hand gingerly ran through my disheveled hair.

I yawned, stretching out my muscles in the process. Axel hissed at my movements, taking in a sharp breath. Ignoring him, I continued to stretch out my limbs to shake away my tiredness.

"What time is it?"

"A little past eleven," his strained voice croaked as his eyes snapped to his bedroom door, gaze stuck on it as if it were the most interesting object in the world. The hand that trailed down my hair quickly pulled away and now ran down his face as he whispered incoherent words to himself.

"Where were you?" I asked a little more sternly, propping myself up, and kneeling my back against the headboard. That's when I had noticed that my coat had opened, revealing the thin lingerie that adorned my moonlit kissed skin.

He shifted his gaze back to me, his eyes drifting down my body in the process, "Holy..." He breathed, his pink tongue darting out the corner of his mouth to run across his lips. The action nearly sidetracked me.

Instantly, I pulled my coat together to cover up my body, tying the belt feebly around me yet again, "Where were you, Axel?" I mandated more sternly.

His hooded eyes snapped to mine, a mixture of lust and hunger evident in them, "What the fuck are you wearing?" Was all his strained voice could mutter.

"Do not try and change the subject!"

"It's a bit difficult to stay on the subject when you're sitting half-naked on my bed Sunshine," his jovial words sounded so composed to my ears but I knew he was masking what he really felt with humor. Not to mention the fact that he was avoiding my question entirely which he never did.

Suspicion rose within me. His behavior made it seem like he was hiding something, something that he clearly didn't want me to know about, "Where were you?" I breathed out a calming breath before continuing, "I was worried that something might have happened to you. I tried phoning and messaging but you never got back to me."

"Oh Sunshine," he took my face into the palms of his hands, his thumbs tracing the sharp line of my cheekbones, "I'm so sorry. My phone died and I didn't think you'd wait up for me. I tried my best to hurry back because I didn't want you to be alone but there were just so many things that needed to be done. After completing all the orders for the day I had to sit with the books which took forever. I think I'm going to have to hire someone else to take care of the financial books." A tired sigh left his lips, "but I was pleasantly surprised to find you sprawled across my bed half-naked."

I snorted at that, "So you spent the entire night with Claudia then?" My ears heard everything he had said but my brain only registered one thing, the fact that he and Claudia sat up together the entire night. TOGETHER!

"Come on Sunshine, it's not like that."

"Sure seems that way!" I retorted, shaking his hands away from my face even though I didn't want to lose the feeling of them. I crawled down to the edge of the bed and then woke up with the intention of leaving the room. I was in the mood to spend the night with him but clearly, he'd rather spend it with another woman.

"Sunshine, please don't be mad at me," he pleaded, following behind me as I made my way to the door.

I whipped around, "Don't be mad? Sure, why don't I just flip the fucking happy switch in my mind and go back to wanting to fuck you all night even though you just spent most of it with another woman? A woman who would probably sell her fucking soul to the devil just to see your fucking dick mind you!" I blurted without a second thought.

I never was good at thinking before speaking!

"Macy!" Axel yelled, "Mind your tongue."

"Or else what? Don't turn the tables on me when I have every right to be angry!"

"You're not angry, you're plain out jealous," he growled, calling me out.

My fists clenched at my sides, the curves of my nails digging into my palms as white-hot anger washed over me, "So what if I am?" I gritted, "I have every right to be. You were so consumed by jealousy that you punched Emmitt a month ago and he didn't even want to get in my pants the way Claudia wants to do with you. She practically salivates over you like you're a fucking turkey leg. You're damn lucky I haven't given her a facelift with my fists yet. It would probably be an improvement anyway."

The corner of Axel's thin pink lips twitched slightly, amusement danced in his eyes for a split second before the turned dark again, "She may want to get into my pants but you have to know that I don't want to get into hers. Have a little faith in me."

"I trust you, it's her I have a problem trusting."

He smiled, "I'm sorry, if I had known you would be waiting for me like this I would have left everything and came running."

Rolling my eyes, I deadpanned, "I'll always be waiting for you moron so whether I am waiting for you half-naked or fully clothed your ass better come running home to me."

"Yes ma'am!" A seductive smirk formed on his lips, "Now, you said something about wanting to fuck me all night. Is that why you wore that?" His sensual voice had my insides melting and my core heating with need.

I closed my eyes, hooking the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth as I waited for the wave of need that crashed into me to dissipate.

"Fuck, you look so sexy when you do that!" He cooed further. My eyes fluttered open to meet his heated gaze that was situated on my lips.

"It's a shame then," my voice sounded stronger than I felt and I was thankful for that, "you aren't exactly forgiven so I guess I'd probably have to go fuck myself."

His brow raised, "Why is it that you suddenly want to fuck me?"

"I'm just tired of the teasing?"

"You couldn't kiss me without fainting a few weeks ago and now you're here begging me to fuck you," he chuckled silently, "how the tables have turned."

Opening the coat, I placed my hands on my hips and rested all my weight onto one leg, "I'm not begging for anything sweety, I'm fully capable of taking care of my own needs."

I watched as he hungrily trailed his eyes down my body at a menacingly slow pace. It felt as if he was trying to engrave the image of me into his mind. His eyes lingered on my breast, my taut, perky nipples visible to his eyes. Traveling downward, they lingered again on my sex and then on my long legs.

When his eyes returned to mine they looked unrecognizable but I loved it. It made a pleasurable shiver run down my spine, "Watching you fuck yourself would be quite the sight."

All this sexual tension drives me insane!!! Urrrg! Why can't these to just fuck already! *sighs from mental exhaustion*

There's a pic of the lingerie on the media if you were confused by my description and the song Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande inspired this chapter!