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I'm sorry I didn't update that much during these past weeks ...

Anyway, here's today chapter hope you'll enjoy it...

Good reading....

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Kenny Jackson - Saturday, January 12th

When I wake up, I feel kind of nostalgic, you know the massive hangover from last night and a beautiful woman in my bed. 

Wait, no…. 

Oh, no, that's not a woman. But it's OK. I don't really mind doing it with a man sometimes. 

I decided to close my eyes and just sleep some more. 

But when he puts his strong arms around, to take closer to him, I can't deny that it feels good to be in his warm embrace, it's like a feeling of deja vu. 

But it really hits me hard, the memories just come back and I realize who is in my bed. 

No, non, no, no…. 

This is too cliché, even for me I slept with my client. 

I see the time and I realize I'm also late. 

But then, I feel a great ache in my back while trying to move. 

My life is like a bad novelas movie, I sigh. 

'Fuck, I'm late and frida must be waiting for me, what do I do?' I silently ask myself. 

I try to get myself out of the bed, but instead of the pain, it's just arms that prevent me from getting out of the bed. He keeps his arms strongly around my waist. 

"Come on, let's sleep some more... "he groans, tightening his embrace. When I turn around I see that he is sleeping. 

'When I heard his deep voice, I felt a cold wave rushing through me. 'God, i' m Fucked for sure.

First, he is my most important client, I slept with my fucking client then, I can't deny what happened or just fool him, he knows who the fuck I am, and he doesn't wanna let me go. 

Frida's gonna kill me for sure. 

But then I feel something down there. 

Oh jeez, he's still in me. 

I try pushing him out by putting my hand between him and me, but, of course, today's just not my day. 

The dude just got hard as rock and he pushed himself deeper Inside. 

"Oh god, please I gotta go to work and you too, sir… "I moan in the pillow desperately, trying to keep myself from crying 

"Could you move, please… "

But instead of that, he makes some slow in and out movement of his hips, in the right spot, which makes me see some stars.  Fuck it's so good.... 

"Oh-are fucking kidding m-What the fuck are you doing ! '' I scream, finally facing him and getting out of his hold. 

"You told me to move, honey. "he smirks, while rubbing his huge weapon of mass destruction. 

"Yes, to move away from me! "I try to get up, but he catches my hand and pulls me to the bed. 

"Where are you going? "I fell on his chest. "Please can we stay like that just for a while, not too long. I just want to feel your skin against mine and have you in my arms, that's all. "

"Sir, I can't do that. I-I don't really know what happened to us last night but I know for sure that it was a mistake that could destroy our agreement, so please MAldini forget about it and let me get out of this goddamn bed! "

He then frowns.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't want to scream at you, sir. "

"No you are right, it's my fault. All of this is not professional and it isn't how I wanted things to happen but you were so irresistible last night and I'm sorry ,but you also wanted this."

"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me but I felt the urge to jump you and I couldn't stop myself from kissing those delicious lips." I roll my eyes as I try to get up from the bed, but eventually fails. He ruined my body... 

I looked at the amount of hickeys and love bites he left on me and there was a lot

"I showed you some love, you can't say you didn't like it, you kept begging me to go harder and screaming my name on the top of your lungs." 

"Oh god please kill me." I put my head between my hands. He gets off the bed and helps me stand up. 

I suddenly feel my heart drop when I hear my phone ringing.  He makes me sit on the bed and goes to take my phone. 

"It's Mrs. Ramirez." He hands me the phone and I take a deep breath in. 

"Hi, Frida let me explai-" 

"Where the hell are you? I've been banging on your door for more than thirty minutes and you didn't respond, I also called you at least three times. Please Kenny, tell me you are not with a woman right now, we have other important things to do!" She was genuinely angry and I didn't know what to say. I stared at M. Alidini who smiled at me as he got to the bathroom. 

" No, I'm not with a woman right now. I went to a bakery who seemed nice and I started a new book so I got lost in time? "I lie but I'm still not convinced by it myself. 

" Really Kenny, you couldn't come up with a better lie?! "

" No? "

" For fuck sake get ready and I want you at the hotel in less than ten minutes, am I making myself clear? "She asks. 

" Roger that ma'am. I'm sorry, honey I- " She cuts the line before I can explain myself. 

I pick up my clothes on the ground and put my stuff in my bag.  I knock on the bathroom door," M. Aldini are finished? "

Instead of responding to me he opens the door and grabs my hand. He closes the door behind us and takes me inside the shower, because of my non functioning brain the man was able to do whatever he wanted to me

"We can just shower together to spare us some time, here."  he gives me the shower head.  "I would like to see you later." 

"Well we are supposed to start working in le-" 

"No, I meant outside of work." He says, he takes my free hand in his. 

"Hum, I don't think that it is a wise idea. What happened yesterday, should never happen again." I take my hand away.

"I wasn't talking about sex, I like talking with you. Even if you don't seem to remember that much, we talked before you asked me to take you with me to do the dirty. And I really enjoyed that time." He smiles. 

"O-ok I'll see what I can do." I get out of the shower. Back in the room, I put on my clothes i' full speed and get out of the room as fast as I can, my body wasn't fine for the next few days...

Kenny Jackson - Wednesday, January 17th

We were back home. And let's say this business trip was one of the weirdest and funniest ones I ever had.  And I think I only realized what happened with you know who, when I landed on my bed. 

Because last night I had a flashback of what happened and I woke up with my pants soiled. 

And honestly, the fact that we slept together wasn't the only weird thing, the more I think about it more, this man was somehow connected to be, like related to me. 

And it kind of resonated with what Catherine said and my reading on the plane. 

Honestly, I didn't want to think about it too much. I knew I would have to work with the man, he was my client so I needed to not think too deeply about any of the weird ass things that happened to me in Paris. 

Still, I went to see Catherine again. I mean, my session with her did help me, somehow. I felt like I understood more about my dreams, and their meaning. I didn't feel the urge to wake myself up in a dream without taking pills to avoid the dream.

I accepted the fact that I had to go through them, and that might even help me to know myself better. 

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This time she wanted to change our session a little bit, she called a professional to hypnotize me, to be more self-conscious while dreaming so I could tell her what my dream was about. 

We had talked about it before I went to France, and I was kinda reluctant to the idea of someone controlling me. Buuut, after all of the mess I decided to try it out.