Envious Desire

Chloe

The past week has been refreshing. Elijah and I have spent all of our time together, distracting ourselves from the fuckery of our lives.

Shelly came last week for some reason but didn’t “want to add to my burden.” I implored her to express her emotions.

It was evident there was turmoil in her life given her red nose accompanied with her puffy pink eyes that shrouded her emerald hues. Exiting her mother’s room with a huge tub of Caramel Cone in hand was a ritual I recall from our younger years.

She inquired about my return, unfortunately, I informed her I wasn’t prepared for such action just yet. It’s imperative for my healing to distance myself from what’s causing such harm. However, as soon as I feel well enough to return home, she and I have a date on my couch, a girl’s night full of drinks, junk food, and Netflix.

Of course, she was completely amenable to my circumstances, the perfect sister through and through. I did, however, press for her to remain within these walls, unfortunately, she is required at work. Blah!

Fuck this week has been hell... Axle and I, Avery and Elijah, and now Shelly’s in disarray. What the fuck is going on in this fucking world. Everyone’s heart is just being thrashed. Emotional is not the correct expression for word for how I’ve been feeling all week, between Shelly, Elijah finding out about my mother and her affair, Selena, and the constant requirement for Axle’s attention and Axle... our end.

Today, I’m unsure of my emotions at the moment, I pleaded for my freedom from his grasp however, I’m saddened by the fact he hasn’t attempted to reach out. I’m cognizant of my request but somehow I still yearn for his continued desire. How erratic to plead for release yet to still crave the attachment.

“Chlo, want to hit the gym?” Elijah snaps me back to reality.

Ugh, even though I’m in a mood of depression I’m elated Eli is here for continued distraction. Day after night he has been my rock to lean on, my comfort level around him has risen. “Sure, let me change.”

Rising from the bed, I yank off my shirt exposing my breasts.

“Chlo!”

Elijah startles me, triggering my arms to hug my chest, “What?”

With his back towards me, “You’re naked!”

“So! it’s not like they will get you hard,” grabbing my sports bra, I yank it over my head.

“They’re all tucked away,” I pull on my spandex and I’m ready for the gym. “Now, come on, let’s go before I change my mind.” Strolling towards the door I tug his shirt to follow suit.

At the gym, I head straight for the treadmill. Putting my earphones in, I file through my playlist and come across “;-)” Our playlist for when I set up the roleplay. My eyes sting. Shaking my head I keep scrolling to “Workout.” I shuffle the music and begin my descent into the abyss of beats.

I’m startled by Elijah, tapping on my shoulder, his lips are moving but I can’t understand a word he’s saying. Removing one earbud.

“Chloe, you’ve been here for over an hour. You’re going to kill yourself.”

Observing the time, I’ve been on for an hour and forty-three minutes. Nodding my head, I slow down the machine, stepping off, I wave my arm for Elijah to lead the way.

“We’re doing upper body. Why don’t you sit here and do the Shoulder press? Let me see how you perform.” Elijah adjusts the weight to suit my needs.

Perching on the seat, I extend my arms, reach up, grab the handles, and pull down.

“When you do this exercise, you have to make sure your shoulder blades come together. Here let me show you.”

Elijah takes a seat behind me grasping my hands, pulling down. His proximity causes all the hairs on my physic to prickle. A sensation I’ve grown to hunger for. Surprised by my reaction, I redirect my attention to the task at hand.

“Do you feel that?”

“Feel that?”

“Yeah, your shoulder blades meeting in the middle.”

I was unaware of the intentions of his question until now, “Oh, yeah, I do.”

“Okay, now you try it without my help.” He rises up, taking a step back to view my actions.

Taking a deep breath, I display my newly learned movements.

“Here, try again. Try to touch my hand with your shoulder blades.” Elijah places his hand vertically in between my shoulder blades. Repeating the movement, the sensation of my shoulder blades coming together triggers a smile to materialize.

With excitement in his voice, “Yes! There you go! Okay, now do 3 reps of 20 and once you’re done we will move on to biceps.”

A quick nod displays my acknowledgment, I continue as instructed for the remainder of the session.

Coming out of the shower, I lie on the bed in my towel while Elijah washes the dewy sweat off his skin.

My eyelids cascade together when the ping on my phone goes off. Ignoring it my eyelids begin their descent once again when another ping followed by another irritates my ears. Flipping over on the bed, I reach for my phone to view the messages.

A group chat between the girls, swiping to open the messages my heart stops.

Shelly: Selena had the baby!

Jade: OMG!

Amanda: Is Axle there?

Shelly: Yes, he’s there. He called Eric.

Jade: Poor Chloe.

The stabbing in my chest intensified as I imagined his happiness without me. I couldn’t help but imagine what our baby would have looked like. Tears brim, stinging my eyes.

Amanda: Wait, I think she’s part of the text chain.

Shelly: Fuck! Delete all your messages.

One by one the messages disappear but not before the hole in my chest expanded.

The phone’s music lit up the room, with Shelly’s beautiful face appearing on my screen. Vocalization was not an option. It would only allow the dam to fracture even further triggering my emotions to overflow.

Jade’s face suddenly appeared on the screen, again swipe left, words are not allowed at the moment. Placing my phone on silent, all I crave is amnesia to this whole godforsaken situation. Ignore my existence, overlook my emotions, escape from... him. I shut my phone to allow the phone to go to voicemail so she is not cognizant I was aware of the conversation.

Springing off the bed, I shuffle through my clothes to find the perfect outfit. A skin-tight black dress with a V-neck, spaghetti straps, and hollowed-out sides. I pull out my red pumps to compliment my blood-red lipstick.

Elijah emerges from the ensuite with his towel hanging low on his waist, water beaded on his well-sculpted chest, washboard abs, and hair unruly and damp.

“I changed my mind, I want to go clubbing,” I spewed into the air

He eyes me with curiosity before he agrees with a nod, “Anything you want Chlo.”

Grabbing my belongings I stroll to the ensuite to begin my transformation. With hair and makeup applied I exit the bathroom to be met with Elijah in a full-on blue suit resembling a GQ cover model.

My eyes roam over the entirety of his tall shredded physique. He’s built like a truck, shirt hugging every muscle, pants embracing the plumpness of his ass, which I never recognized before. My café-colored hues reach his perfectly shaped face, mouth agape, evoking a giggle to escape.

With conviction, I interrupt his trance, “You don’t look so bad yourself,” giggles ensue.

Snapping his mouth shut, “You look absolutely gorgeous Chlo. Are you trying to make sure I get into a fight tonight?”

Snickering at his comment. “Definitely not! I’ll be the one throwing my fists into people’s faces.” Winking at him, I grasp his hand to stroll out the door and begin tonight’s shenanigans.

On our way to the club images of Axle and Selena devoted to their newborn baby threaten the tears to overflow. Determined and obstinate, they are held captive unable to release into the world. Tonight is all about obliviating my life since that dreadful day. I will banish everything from memory– even my name if I have to.

Strolling into the club, the hypnotic beat seizes my senses. I am capable of nothing else except the feeling of each beat, pounding in my blood relishing each thump. Rushing to the bar, I hand my card to the bartender. “Open a tab for me and my friend. Six shots of tequila.” Grabbing my card the bartender serves up the drinks.

“Chlo, that’s a bit much don’t you think?” Eli bobs his head towards the array of drinks displayed on the bar.

Throwing my hands in the air, balling them into fists with thumbs hung low. “Boooooooooo, stop it and drink with me.”

Grasping my waist to face him, I down the first shot. “Chloe, what’s wrong?”

“Elijah please,” I huff out, “I need to forget, everything– please. If I relive my life right now, I don’t know if I’ll survive.” Water rims my eyes. Staring at my vulnerability he nods, taking the shot, placing the next shot in my hand as we down the next shot together. After the last shot has disappeared I grasp his hand, heading us to the dance floor.

The club has a hazy smoke wafting through the air. Multiple rays of light flowing through the mist, brilliant pigmentations of vivid turquoise, lush jade, and lustrous lavender highlight each and every movement of everyone dancing in the club. The beat seeps through my skin, throbbing in my blood.

“Eli, get us a drink, please?” I request with ill intention.

“What do you want?” He bends towards my ear, mere inches away from my face, his sweetly scented breath fans my face.

“Long Island Iced Tea, please. I need a buzz.”

Nodding he walks off, just as I craved. Once out of sight, I beeline for the man with the desired product. Making my way through the crowd, I halt before him, perking out my breasts to make my presence known.

A devilish smile creeps along his face.

Leaning into the crevice of his neck, “What do you have tonight?”

Eyeing me with sliced eyes, “What?”

“What are you selling? E, acid, bumps?” Clearly, I’m not a regular so trust is nonexistent.

“What makes you think I sell anything? I’m just trying to have a good time. You know I can make sure you smile tonight.” His left eye opens and shuts quickly while placing the straw between his lips, sucking, delighting in his drink.

“As tempting as that sounds, I have alternate arrangements for tonight’s festivities that require, let’s say, ‘enhancements,’ and besides you’re unaccompanied, three different people have ‘shaken your hand’ in the last 15 minutes and I’m in dire need of something to eradicate the recollections from the past few months of my life from my mind.”

His eyes roam my body, evoking me to inhale deeply so my breasts are on full display for his eye fucking pleasure.

“Why would a beauty like you need to forget her life? It looks perfectly good from where I’m standing.”

Exasperated by this song and dance, I spew my most dreaded thoughts. “My boyfriend just had a baby with another woman.”

Shock captures his face, eyes go wide.

“Look I’m not a cop, just a woman who needs to be freed from the torment of her mind.”

Face drawing towards my neck, in a deep, resolute voice, “What’s your poison?”

“Do you have acid?” I inquire with hopeful unrest.

“Pill or square?”

“Square... two.”

Gathering his product. “35 a piece.”

Thirty-five a piece? This is clearly overpriced however given our current situation, I’m more than willing to pay.

Exchanging products, I grab the squares, placing one on my tongue, allowing it to disintegrate when the sudden tug catches me off guard.

“If you’re really looking to forget, I can blow your mind if you wanna get out of here.”

As politely as I can, “No thank you. I have to return to my friend.”

Returning to the dance floor Eli emerges with drinks in hand.

“Where were you I was looking all over for you.”

“Just getting some party favors.” The edges of my lips curled. Grabbing the drink from his hand, I take a huge swig prompting him to sip his drink simultaneously.

“Eli get drunk with me. Let loose.” I implore for his rigidity to cease to exist at this moment.

“Chlo, one of us needs to be level-headed.” His matter-of-fact voice twins his face.

Pouting my lip, I stare into his baby blue hues prompting my appeal. “Aaagg, levelheadedness be damned, let’s get fucked up.”

His eyes roll to the high heavens. “Chloe.”

Anger soars through my veins, “Eli, please! The baby was born today. I need this– to abolish all memory of it, please. I need you to assist me in this.”

Sadness occupies his face, nodding he gulps his entire drink, “Let’s get fucked up.”

A mile emerges from my face, “Open your mouth, I have something for you.”

Hesitating for just a moment, his lips peel apart allowing my finger to enter his cool, wet mouth placing the square on his tongue.

His soft, plump lips close on my finger causing a chill to slink up my spine.

“What was that?”

“LSD, you’re welcome.” A huge tug of my lips exposes my pearly whites while emptying the contents of my glass as we move to the beat of the music.

His face edges towards my neck, “I’ll get us some more alcohol. Stay here this time.”

Bobbing my head, the music seeps into my bones. Every nerve is on high alert as I sway to the music. Hands flow over my flesh, every touch, every sensation is heightened.

A sudden pull halts my movements, searching the crowd, I twist and turn in search of... Him. He’s nowhere to be found but his presence is known, I can feel him near. A familiar arm coils around my waist, elated by the sensation, my head cascades back as I move my hips with the music.

He should be occupied with his newborn at this moment. I should be of no concern to him, however, I don’t care, he’s by my side when I require it the most, and at this very moment, I’m going to take advantage. Twisting to face him, his pulchritudinous face steals my breath away. His God-given face, that sculpted body, the strength of his arms. Ugh.

“I’m elated you’re here.” I tiptoe to reach his ear.

His face contorts, eyebrows unifying with sliced eyes.

Unperturbed, “Just be with me, dance. Your proximity is all I require, you are my cure. It’s necessary for you to remain by my side.”

Nodding, the flow of the music possesses our movements, grinding in sync as if nothing ever came between us. Grasping his hands, they’re ushered over my exposed flesh, leading them back up to my breasts. My hairs stand on end, his hands evoke such formidable reactions.

I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed him.

Reaching up, my arm slithers behind his neck, grasping a fistful of hair, I whisper in his ear, “Come home with me. I need you.”

Receding from our proximity, his lips part to speak when I place a finger over his lips. “No, don’t say anything. Just come with me.”

Grasping his hand, I refuse to allow him the opportunity to flee from our moment. Reaching the outside seems surreal, I can view the air floating before my eyes. Slamming my eyelids shut, I attempt to readjust my vision. Peeling them apart, I’m met with mobile globs in every direction, terrifying me, I step back, slimming into Axle’s chest.

“It’s okay, I got you A.”

Cradling me in his arms he flags down a glob to halt before us. Wide-eyed and disturbed, I’m hesitant to make a move. He guides me into the blob where I find a cushioned flay area to perch. My hands roam the entirety of my chest, I’m overwhelmed with sensation.

Grasping the back of his neck, I tug his face towards me, locking our lips in a synchronous dance. Shock grasps him but he recovers quickly with a desperate kiss.

Heaving me closer, enables me to roam over the tent that’s popped up in his pants. I’m rapturous I still have that effect on him. His body still craves me, even after I walked away.

Exiting the cab, Our passion is frenzied as we make our way into Cassie’s house into my old room, shutting the door. I break our connection.

The moonlight creeps in between the curtains. Stepping backward, I pull the dress over my head allowing my flesh to be exposed, unsheltered, in front of the man I love.

His slow devious movements trigger my Adam’s apple to bob forcing me to swallow, as he removes his clothing allowing it to pool to the floor.

His body bathed in the sapphire moonlight, streaming in between the curtains highlighting the ink on his toned physique tempting every nerve in my body to my hand and trace every intricate line.

Mouth watering, I crave to experience his sensation. Strolling towards me he ushers me towards the bed allowing my back to meet the mattress. Towering over me, he closes the gap between us.

Our lips entangle, and tongues flow as I rub my core on his length. I crave him more than he could ever imagine.

“Take me, I need you. Desperately. I need you to claim me like you never have before.” I gaze into his eyes pleading for our connection.

Sliding to his side, he twists my body, back to his chest, I perk out my ass for him to know– I desire him.

Raising my leg his fingers slip between my lips, feeling the pool of arousal, he guides his crown to my entrance when he sucks and bites on my neck, easing in. Crying out in sheer ecstasy, his grown is muffled, nestled in my neck.

His pace increases with each stroke when an image of my kidnapper flashes before my eyes. Horrific snapshots begin to display in my mind when I plead for him to stop.

“Stop! Please. I can’t.” My eyes no longer open.

His movements cease, placing my leg down. He’s about to move away when I grasp his hip. “Please no, don’t go. Just for tonight stay with me, just... hold me.”

Fulfilling my request, his arm snakes around my waist, face nestles in the crevice of my neck, a tear escapes as we both drift off to sleep.

Selena, thank you so much for my baby girl! I couldn’t be happier.”

Axle places his lips upon Selena’s. “You’ve made me the happiest man on this Earth. I want to have more children with you.” He presses his lips on her again compelling her whore red lips to stain his skin.

“I can’t wait to expand our family. As a matter of fact, will you be my wife?”

“Yes! Yes, a million dollars yes!”

“I knew you would say yes.” Axle extracts a huge 10-carat diamond, sliding it on her finger.”

Her eyes grow wide along with her smile. “Let’s expand our little family right now. Fuck me Axle.”

Axle dives right in, alleviating his clothing, she tugs her shirt off, and Axle rips her panties burying his face between her legs.

“Fuck, I stand corrected. You are my favorite dessert, Selena. There will never be another.”

Rising above her he grasps her legs, sinking in as she wails in pleasure.

“I love you Axle”

“I love you Selena.”

Shaken by the nightmare, My eyelids snap apart, empowering a single tear to roll down my face. What the fuck was that?

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