I love you is an understatement ( part 3 ), a short story by JustA. Date added: 2012-06-25. Times viewed: 1171.
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The next day , I woke up, dressed in a pair of jeans, a camisole and a shirt left unbutton and left for my bakery around 9 am. It was empty and tidy which was always weird for me since most of the time , the tables and counters were full of icing bags, tubs of Fondant, unfinished cakes, sheet cakes and bowls of buttercream. The air smelled like sugar and baked goods. It was the smell of home and it had always been inviting. I have always been so grateful that I have such capable, resourceful and reliable team. I could always count on them on a sick day ( Which doesn’t come very often I might add) .
Walking around my kitchen, I started to get a damp cloth and soap to wipe all the wooden tables. Even though my cleaner and my team did the washing and cleaning, I just can’t help doing it again. Also, the counters were completely empty so it is easier and better to clean dirt, poured chocolate that has harden and etc. After the wiping, I took out the mop and started mopping the whole kitchen. By 11 am, I was done, sweating and flushed after all that moving about.
Just as I was about to get a glass of lemonade from the fridge, there was a knock on the back door of the kitchen. Must be Sally or the delivery guy, I thought to myself .I mention to Sally that I would be here to receive the goods and she said that she might come if her boyfriend, Johny was not home.
I opened the back door and was surprised to see Adam in a pair of jeans that fit him snugly and T-shirt that showed off his broad chest and lean waist. I saw the truck , the back already open , ingredients all ready to be unloaded. He smiled, “ Good morning. “
“ What are you doing here? “ I asked him
“ Delivering your order.” He turned , walks towards the back of the truck and started lifting a box . I followed him
“ But why? Isn’t that the delivery guy’s job? “
“ Yes. Well, I did fire most of them and the ones left didn’t want to work today. So I am doing the delivery. Aren’t you happy to see me?“ He turned to me and I bumped into him. I gave him a small smile not meeting his eyes , turn and get a box and started to walking thru the back door. I felt my heart pound around him. I turned and saw him there, standing still and looking at me.
“ well aren’t you going to help me unload all this boxes? “ I said playfully.
He blinked, suddenly grinning and started following me thru my kitchen.
We didn’t talked while unloading but the silence was not awkward. When we passed by each other, he would smile and sometimes help me when he sees me struggling. I would decline his help but he would help me anyway. I never had people doing that for me. I was so used to doing everything on my own that it felt so foreign to ask for help
Adam Brooks was an energetic man. He seemed to have all this energy in him that never decrease. It was amazing what we both had done in an hour. All the boxes and sacks of flour and sugar were unloaded from the truck placed nicely on the counter. Seeing him sweating, I offered a glass of lemonade . He drank the whole glass in silence.
“ So what’s next? “, he asked me. I look at him wondering what he was referring to.
“ What are we doing next?”
I cleared my throat. “ What I am going to do next is try to put the ingredients to where they belong. You on the other hand have nothing more to do. Thank you so much for helping me but I can take over from here onwards. You go home and have lunch or something”, I said, trying to put in politely , I didn’t want him around. I never like the fact of being indebted to anyone and truth be told it had always been easier to rely on my own.
Adam looked at me, giving nothing away. His expression was suddenly playful. “ You’re welcome. But let me just say, I’m real tired from all that heavy lifting. And speaking of lunch, don’t you think you at least owe it to me to let me buy you lunch? You know, since I unloaded all those boxes for. Imagine, on Labour Day too” he joked. He smiled that killer smile, as though knowing , by doing that he wore down my resistance.
For a guy, he sure knew how to change your mind and decisions. He surely must be one heck of a CEO. I sighed and said, “ Alright, fine. Just lunch and off you go”. I agreed to lunch only because I hated eating alone. It was the worst thing anyone could do to me.
“I know a place” he said and started to walk towards the door. He turned to me raising his brows.
“ Okay. “ I took my handbag and followed him out before locking up my kitchen and store.
Adam Brooks was anything but plain. He was a striking man with not only the physical qualities that woman adore but the characteristic of the man that the opposite sex envy. He was not arrogant when he talked about his business and his accomplishments but he was very sure of himself. I thought that was a great quality to have but I was so intimidated by him.
It was clear to me that he actually enjoyed my company. He pushes me in a gentle way to talk about myself listening closely to what I say. It seems that he agrees on my views on most things but when it came to independent women and of the term ‘Go Dutch’ , we agreed that we disagree.
“I mean, we are in the 21st century , a woman doesn’t need to depend on a man to support herself. Heck, “ I laughed without humour, “ I know so many of them that pay for the house and took the role of being Man of the house”. I smile cynically thinking how my mother had supported my father. My smile faded into a frown.
“In this day, I guess all woman just have to come prepared incase anything happens to their marriage. Their children would be in ruins if we depended on men. No offense. “ Truth be told, I choose this particular subject as a part of our conversation to scare him off, so he wouldn’t think of being attracted, I had done this many times and it was a constant success. In the end, the guy would just be turn off by my male bashing conversation and just disappear. I don’t have time for men and I don’t see the pleasure in it except SEX.
He smiled at me in the most surprising way as though I amused him or he saw right thru me. I gulped, looking down at my coffee from his intense eyes. Even though they were kind, I was afraid of the intimacy in them, looking into mine, seeking every secret I have and every desire. Yes, EVERY DESIRE.
“ tell me something, Vanessa. You are straight right?” he spoke leaning across the table to look at me.
I looked up and said in a breathy voice that I hardly recognize, “ of course im.”
“ Can a woman take care of you like a man? Can you give yourself the things men give to you? Its against nature for a woman or man to live alone without a partner. Even if all men are jerks, are you sincerely telling me you don’t need them? Imagine had god sent Adam without Eve. He would have been one lonely son of a bitch whining and killing everyone. If there had been people, cause just like women men are emotional but not in the way you think. They throw tantrums, that’s how it works. The fact is when there is a relationship, the guy and the girl complement each other, not only in physical pleasure, but mentally too. The guy would be the calm one when his wife tells him she is stressing because they couldn’t find the right school for their child. He would take actions eventhough he is not much with words. He wouldn’t be worked up on petty things. On the other hand, the men needs their woman to stress on the petty things, like when their child eat with their fingers. Men could care less but it will hit them once the child is grown up and have bad manners. Just like in bed. But I don’t need to explain that”, he said with a grin.
I sat there tongue tied. He didn’t seem offended by what I said like I thought he would . Instead he tried justifying why my opinions and perception on men are wrong. I smiled and said nothing.
He looked at me , and a hint of a smile tuck in the corners of his lips . “ You’re speechless and you either cant decide what to say to me or you cant decide if you should tell me I am right.”
I laughed, “ A bit of both . I thought you would be offended by what i have said about how I think about men. But I guess you just are as crazy as I am to not be affected by what I say just as I believe that my trick works on all guys”. He laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling.
“ Vanessa,” he said seriously, “ you should know by now I m not the conventional guy and the jerks you know. I cant be very disagreeable at only one time in my life with women. “
I looked at him wondering what he was referring too. I raised a brow , in a silent question.
“ only in bed. “ he smirked. Had he been unkind to me this morning and before this when I insulted his sex, I would have slapped him across the face to wipe off all that smugness. But from the looks of it, he wanted to just convince me he wasn’t a jerk.
I laughed nervously, I felt a warm sensation travelling down my spine after staying a moment too long staring into his eyes. I blushed and frown at my lack of control of my emotions. I didn’t like how I feel and have to get away. I looked down at my watch. We had lunch and talked for almost 4 HOURS!
“ I have to go,” I said not meeting his eyes and starting getting up from the sit with my handbag. He left a few bills on the table. More than enough I would say. He followed close behind until I stopped infront of the shop, trying to get a cab.
“ Vanessa” , he said softly. I honestly didn’t want to turn around and look at him, afraid of what I might see. I felt too much around him, fire and passion and everything I never had before and it felt like it was suffocating me.
I turned around not looking at his face, looking at my shoes. He tilted my chin with his thumb and finger gently, “ I had a great time talking to you.”
I nodded and finally met his eyes. “ I really like you and I want to do something so badly to you but im afraid if I do that I would just freak you out . “ He paused, my heartbeat racing. “ but you know what, im going to do it anyways “ sliding his hand around my back , pressing me closer to his hard and warm body, “ because I know that you want it just as much as I do” , saying it just above my lips in a soft husky whisper.
I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to push him away but I was too dumbstruck that I just stood there, unmoving knowing that I was so conflicted because I wanted to be there in his arms just as much as I wanted to run in the opposite direction. I stood there waiting for the impact. I never anticipate how intense it would feel.
The moment his lips touch mine, I felt a shiver coarse thru my body. I guess he felt it too because he ran his palm back and forth in a reassuring manner as if to say, “ don’t worry, I got you. “ I felt my heart beat so fast when he started to moved his lips against mine , soundlessly attempting to get a response from me. I moaned against his lips finally kissing him back, letting go of my bag letting it fall to the ground and sliding my hand to his nape. I felt his short intake of breath then he immediately pressed me closer to him, letting not even an inch between us.
I felt everything, the muscles on his chest, his rapid heartbeat, his arms, the powerful thighs between mine and even the bulge of his pants. And he felt big. I went so breathless and lightheaded that, he supported most of my weight. His lips tasted like passion and the promise of something sacred and sinful. I ran my fingers in his hair, feeling the soft locks giving a tingly sensation in my inner wrist. He touched his tongue to my lips and the instant I parted them, he plunged between my lips and I gasped at the invasion. His soft kisses turned into a stormy passion of small bites and licks of kisses.
He drove me beyond oblivion with those lips . Wanting to drive him just as hot as I was, I licked and bit his bottom lip . He groaned and retaliated by kissing me longer and lingering on my lips, plunging and retreating with his tongue until I went completely boneless against him. Finally he lifted his lips from mine but not before giving a few soft kisses on my puffy and pink lips. He put his forehead against mine. I blew air from my lips, feeling oxygen travelling up into my system. I didn’t open my eyes , feeling Adam staring at me intently until I felt him smile while kissing my nose.
He was so handsome that it took my breath away. I looked into his brown eyes, smiling down at me.
“its like you are not real”, he said to me. I know the feeling, I thought to myself.
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