Hendrix

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"Did you have fun?" I put on my best smile as I opened the car door. She steps out, smiling a little tipsy.

"I did. Your mother is kind. I can't believe you fooled her. And I can't believe I'm such a good actress." She chuckled softly, and I embraced her from the other side.

Mother and she had a good time talking. I did not know their conversations, but they seemed okay. She had a few drinks with my mother, and now she's drunk. This is my mother's way of getting to know what a person is like. She will get them to drink until they tell everything.

I led her inside, and she held my hand tightly.

"How much did you drink?" My jaw tightened. She removed her shoes and flicked them to the side. I chuckled quietly. She removed her boots and flicked them to the side. I chuckled.

"Your mother kept offering me a drink, and I couldn't refuse her. How did she know my favorite drink? Did you ask her to get me drunk, to be honest about everything between us?" She shook her head, giggled, and stumbled as she let go of me, walking unsteadily. I held her hand and guided her to where she wanted to go.

"Which way do you want to go in?"

"Don't worry. I only said what I had to say to her. You are safe, and I'm not," she pouted. Her lashes are full, and her eyes are getting weary.

"To my bedroom, please, my love." She laughs.

I turned on the lights the moment she entered her bedroom, and she collapsed onto the bed.

"Oh God. I swear, I will kill two birds with one stone in this condition. It's too hot." Immediately, she stood up and removed the button from her top.

Damn.

"What are you doing?"

It's too late to turn around, and my body won't move. My mind was telling me to get out of the fucking room, but my feet could not move on their own.

"Oops, it's really hot, and I want to turn on the air conditioner. But guess what? We don't have one." She laughed heartily and finally took off her top, revealing her bra.

I swallowed the sand in my throat, and that naughty part of my body hardened. 

Dammit. I better run now because the worst will be coming.

She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to pull down her pants, while I stared intently at her body.

That's it. I need to walk away now. Do it!

"Y-You're gonna be okay on your own, right?" I cleared my throat, placing one hand on my mouth and the other on my hip. I can't take my eyes away from her, and my fucking shaft is damn hard.

"Yes. I'll be fine, Hendrix. Don't worry about me." She finally took off her pants and tossed them to the side of the bed. She ruffled her hair and rubbed her eyes, then chuckled as she glanced at me.

Damn, she's so hot. It's fucking tempting. Her wearing only two pieces in front of me, fucking melted me already.

"I need to open the window. It's too hot." She walks towards the window and opens it. The cold breeze comes in, and she stretches her arms.

"Oh. . . That's good. Hmmm..."

Louise's beautiful body rocks my fucking world. She's so hot, thick, and beautiful, even in her back.

I dipped my head halfway. Is she going to be alright tonight on her own with an open window? Is she going to be safe?

Dammit.

And before I realize it, I find myself walking toward her.

"You can't leave your window open, Louise."I am standing behind her, holding the window lever. Her scent is intoxicating, and her body is so hot. It made me want to touch her.

I shut the windows, and she whirled towards me. Our eyes met, and our noses nearly touched. I had been holding my breath, along with my desire. I'm on the effing thin line and will snap any moment.

"Oh, Hendrix. It's too hot..." Her eyes were closed, and she stood perfectly still.

I swallowed hard again—much more painful this time. I feel the throbbing pulse below, and I know that I have to get the hell out. . . NOW.

"Just lay down and go to bed without anything, Louise. That will keep you cool... You can't open your windows, darling. I'll lock them and secure your place, okay?" I gritted my teeth. She did not respond, and I don't think she was listening either. Her eyes were shut now. She's just standing in front of me, almost naked like a fucking mannequin.

Shit.

"Come on, Louise." I can feel the tremors in my hand when I touch her skin. It's electrifying. My heart beats faster, and I'm fucking sweating.

"That's it... Good girl."

Thank goodness.

She is now lying face down on top of the bed without a blanket. She mentioned that she's too hot, so it's better for her to stay this way.

I checked the windows again, ensuring they were tightly locked before exiting her bedroom.

I enter the kitchen in search of a refreshing drink. Unfortunately, the fridge only contains ice and water. I decided to take two ice cubes and put them in my mouth.

Dammit. She's going to be my hell. I know that.

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Louise Rose

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The shrill, piercing sound of the alarm clock jolted me awake. After the alarm went off, I felt like a zombie, devoid of control over my own body.

And with my eyes shut, I managed to reach for it and turn it off. I yawned and stood with my eyes still shut.

What the hell? Why do I feel tired and heavy today? What did I do last night to have this hangover feeling?

Laughs, drinks, chats, and more chats. Hendrix's mother was kind, and I liked her. My eyes opened on their own the moment I remembered everything.

What the—my goodness me! How did I manage to get home?

Oh my God. Hendrix!?

I looked at my whole body in front of the life-size mirror inside the bathroom. Wearing only my bikini and with my makeup all over my face, I look like shit.

Oh, how the hell? What an embarrassment!

After two cups of coffee, I still can't clear my mind. I kept pacing back and forth and back again. I can remember everything. That's a given mind for remembering things. I know myself. I struggle with handling my alcohol, but I can always recall every little detail of conversations I had with his mother and with him.

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(Throwback... the conversation between Hendrix's mother and Louise that night)

'Hendrix? Oh, he's a snob! But I liked him when I was a teenager. I was crazy about him and collected most of his albums.'

'It broke my heart when he relinquished his title. But that's life. He is as handsome as ever and still my prince.'

'And are you still in love with him?'

'Uhm, I don't know, but he is tempting. I still have this lingering feeling towards him. He may look like a bastard, but he has a sweet side that could melt a woman's heart.'

'So, what's the real score between you and my son?'

I rested my chin on the back of my hand, and she poured me another drink. She's adorable—a loving mother to her son who wants to provide the best.

'I don't think I'm the one for him, Madame. He is a good catch, but I am not. . .The matchmaker is my aunt. She's been living in the care clinic since her accident. You are her last client. She told me that.' I dipped my head, feeling ashamed of everything. 

I don't care anymore. It's better to tell her the truth about myself.

'Hendrix enjoys playing. I don't know what's going on in his mind. I agree with this because I still like him. But I don't care anymore." I laughed, and she did the same.

"Please don't get mad with him. He is such a loving boy who wants his mother to be happy. He loves you very much more than everything.'

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My hands covered my ears, and I refused to remember the rest of the conversations I had with her.

My God! I need to run. I have to run. It's now or never!

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c.m. louden