HIS COME BACK

Derek

Chapter One

DEREK 

The last tendrils of sleep clung to me like cobwebs as the insistent shriek of the alarm ripped through the sterile silence of my apartment. I swatted at it blindly, the plastic casing clattering to the floor.

It was the umpteenth time I have had to knock out my alarm in just a week and there was guilt lurking at me just for the act.

I rolled on my bed weakly wishing I could be bedridden even for a minute but nothing was working.

Then the sound of my phone jolted me fully awake.

My hands danced to the bedside, groping for the flat misery Jenna, my cousin got for me on her bat mitzvah ceremony. I couldn't care less. 

My hands stumbled upon a smooth surface. I picked it and brought it close to my face.

Five missed calls.

I tapped on the call log and realized I was going to be needed at work in barely an hour time and the Chief of Staff would not spare me a moment of bliss without her incessant reminders.

Women. My life turns out to be hit by a ladies truck.  

I managed my way out of my duvet and then off my bed after several moments of jamming my head into my pillow. 

I skedaddled to the bathroom and only ended up bunging my nose with my fingers. I was pretty the sort who was not so good at house keeping. Not like I had much time for myself.

I turned on the faucet and stretched my hand under it, cupping the water and rinsing my face with it almost like my life depended on it.

Malika.

Her name crept into my mind for a split second. Sometimes, it was far from normal to deal with having someone's name flash into my mind virtually everytime and it didn't make a lick of sense either.

I rubbed at my eyes and preened at the mirror on the wall.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall how can I escape the gravity of today?" I mocked then laughed at myself shortly.

The dreary smile on my face wore off when the incidence of last night played in my head. I could feel a rise in between my legs. A mix of ecstasy and exploitation.

It became greener, her gold eyes staring pemetratively into mine, then she bit her tongue and winked at me.

“Put it on!" She had ordered.

I wanted to hesitate but those eyes already said it all.

I didn't realize until she was over me, barebodied and smelling of expensive sex, the kind of smell that implies seduction. She draggdd her fingers down to my groin and slowly rubbed at it.

Back and forth, it felt as good as cold ice cream with milkshake. An emotional version of a good spicy dessert. I held my voice back, scared it would erupt our privacy and break her command of “suck it in".

My skin rose firm with a rush of precarious heat. She smiled a smile of deception. An expression she exchanged with those south moguls who drove in Lamborghini’s and lexuses.

I cringed. Then, she rose and fixed herself into my risen flesh. A soft throaty moan escaped her. Then came her harmonic giggle. It reninded me of the sound of the piano om key c.

“Look into my eyes", she asked softly. I could feel her within. Moist and warm.

I obliged watching the dainty red flesh on her temple erect. 

“Touch me". She said.

My eyes asked her the question my mouth failed to. I watch her eyes dirrct me to the flawless sag of flesh on her chest.

My shaky hands reached for it and stopped at a grip.

“Squeeze me!" She commanded softly and I obliged.

"Dare wolf!!!!”

I just snapped out of my oblivion. The name erupted into the silence of my room and I knew who was bellowing without having to reach to my door.

Tessy.

The red haired Austrian collegiate who had a thing for ribbons and ruffles.

"Ugh! “ I grunted as I stepped out of the bathroom, dragging myself to the door.

"Dare-”

"Can you share your carb requirements with me?” I asked immediately as I swung the door open.

Tessy giggled. I always thought she was having fits of giggles around me which made me unreasonably nervous.

" Is that sarcasm I'm hearing?” Tessy asked with hands apart and a snook on her face.

I shook my head, " Nope. I'm using a verbal shock treatment to let you know how haggish you sounded while calling me ‘daredevil’ .

Tessy bit her fingers while giggling.

“I brought you some sweets". She told me sweetly, deftly stretching forth her right hand at me. Tiny foils gleamed at me.

“Tessy". I looked at her briefly and did a brief breath work, “Thank you but I've had enough sweets from you".

Tessy wore a grim expression, hands withdrawn to her back.

“I'm sorry". I told her.

“Dare, my sweets are a good luck charm". She pouted at me.

I did not know how but I already took a mind trip into the details of her looks. A cheerful skin tone with a ridiculous amount of blush on her cheeks, freckles spotted on her nose bridge and spread sparingly across delicate ends of her face. Lips boldened with chocolate lining and a gloss of glittery pink.

I could tell all the face painting was a gene thing. The ‘Olarn’s’ were a family of aesthetics.

My eyes planted at the ribbons blown by the morning cool breeze to the side of her neck. I could not stop myself from seeing her as a nursery maid.

"Tessy, I appreciate it, but I've had my fill of sweets for today."

Her crestfallen expression tugged at something deep within me, a pang of guilt for rebuffing her kindness. As she stood before me, the morning light catching the freckles on her nose and the sparkle in her eyes, I couldn't help but see her as more than just the bubbly neighbor girl.

"Dare!" Her voice snapped me back to the present, a reminder of the reality waiting beyond my doorstep.

"Oh!" I shook my head, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I realized how lost I had become in my thoughts. "Sorry about that."

With a sheepish grin, I rubbed a hand through my disheveled hair, trying to regain my composure. "I guess I drifted off for a moment there."

Tessy's laughter bubbled forth, contagious and warm. "It's okay, Dare. We all need a little mental vacation sometimes."

Her easy acceptance washed over me, a balm to the tension that had been building within. "Thanks, Tessy," I said again, genuine gratitude lacing my words.

As we exchanged a few more pleasantries, I couldn't help but admire the way the morning sunlight danced across her face, casting her features in a soft glow. Despite the chaos of my own mind, her presence brought a sense of calm that I couldn't quite explain.

With a final wave, Tessy bid me farewell, her cheerful demeanor lingering in the air long after she disappeared from view. Alone once more, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the day ahead.

With a quick glance at the clock, I realized I was already running late for work. Hastily grabbing my belongings, I made my way out the door, the promise of another day at Malwear Conglomerate looming large in my mind.

As I navigated the bustling streets of the city, my thoughts turned to the task ahead. Today, I would be serving up more than just coffee; I would be stepping into the heart of the corporate machine, a cog in the relentless march of progress.

But as I approached the towering glass facade of the conglomerate, a sense of determination welled up within me. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I would face them head-on, armed with nothing more than my wits and a steaming cup of coffee.

With a resolute nod, I pushed open the doors and stepped inside, ready to take on whatever the day had in store.