?h0t DOCTOR??
(Worlds ap@rt)
Rated:???
©PROMISE DAVIS MAUREEN
(d@t£/girlfriend)
?Episode 9?
?Arielle POV?
I walk around the mall looking for a nice dress to wear.
The clothes I’m seeing are not what I’m looking for.
“Excuse me,” I called a sale girl that was about to pas-s by.
“What can I do for you miss?”
“I nee-d a dress for my d@t£ tonight, but I can’t find what I like.” I said frustratedly and she smiled.
“Let me get you a nice dress ma’am, your b©yfri£ndwill drool over you tonight,” she said and I chuckled.
Oh really!
I’m anticipating for that to happen.
She led me to another clothes section and picked out a black long dress for me.
I collected the cloth from her and walked inside the changing room, after wearing it I stared at myself on the mirror.
It was beautiful, a black long dress with a little opening at the back and a big slit from the hem to the knee.
I looked absolutelyfu-ckable in the dress.
I quic-kly changed back to what I was wearing earlier before walking out of the changing room.
I glanced at the price tag and chuckled.
“Wra-p it up for me plea-se,” I hand it over to her and walked to the male clothing section.
I was thinking of buying something for Chris.
I c@m£ across the ties rack.
I picked up a red tie and stared at it.
I pictured Chris wearing that tie for me.
I wra-pped it up and also bought a cologne for him before leaving the mall.
I guess I’m so happy for this d@t£.
The clock was slow the whole day which make me so frustrated.
By 7:00 I rushed inside my bathroom and took a long soft bath, then walk inside my closet to wear my cloth.
After wearing my cloth, I wore a nûd£ heel and walked out of the closet.
I put the tie and cologne inside my bag and picked up my phone.
The time was alre-ady 8:00, looks like I worked with the time.
A message c@m£ in and I opened it.
?I’m in your house baby girl?
I giggled and hurriedly walk out of my room.
Who knows if dad or mom is here.
I climb downstairs and saw him talking to my parents.
“Wow! Arielle you look beautiful,” Mom cooed.
“Thanks Mommy,” I pe-ck her cheek and turned to face Chris.
He was staring at me intently and I couldn’t help but blus-h.
“Chris here said that he is taking you out on a d@t£,” dad said and I nodded.
“Are you two…..” He was cut off by Chris.
“Yes Mr Montgomery, we’re d@t!ng.”
“Okay then…take care of my sweetheart,” Dad said and Chris took my hand in his before leading me out of the house.
“You look so gorgeous tonight,” he whispered into my ear before opening the car door for me.
This is not the car he used to drive, this one looks bigger and more expensive than the roll Royce.
“Thank you,” I mumbled and got inside the car.
The drive was quiet as I keep looking out of the window.
I can feel his eyes on me throu-ghout the ride but I kept quiet trying to fight my reddened cheek.
“Where are we going?” I asked, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
“You will see,” he said and win-ked at me.
I was never accustomed to surprises.
During my birthdays it has always been me choosing what I like.
No surprise birthday p@rty or gift.
Now I think my life is somehow boring.
He gr-ab my hand and squee-zed it gently, as if he could re-ad my thoughts.
“I’ve got you on this one,” he said and sm-irk.
To be honest that really did something to my core.
I’m dangerously falling in love with this man and the least thing I want now is getting hurt.
I don’t want to get hurt, I don’t ever want him to leave me even though we were just official two days ago.
The car st©pped in front of a restaurant and I looked out.
“How….how did you?”
“Your friend told me,” he replied and got down from the car, he walk over to my side and opened the door.
This restaurant has been my favorite since childhood.
I always come here on a special day.
“Reservation? The waiter asked.
“Chris Macbeth,”
“Chris Macbeth, the table at the corner,” Chris led me to the table and get me to sit.
“Thank you,”
“Don’t be a cry baby now, i just want you to feel better tonight.” He said and smiled at me which I gladly returned.
“Your orders Sir,”
Chris and I picked the menu and glanced at it.
“Order for me,” I said, a mischievous smile pla-ying on hisl-ip.
Oh goodness, what I want to do to thatfu-ckingl-ip.
I stared at his l!pthen at his perfectly shaped che-st that was a little visible throu-gh the black suit he was wearing.
“St©p eyefu-cking me baby girl or I will reallyfu-ck you here,” he said and I quic-kly to-re my eyes away.
That was so embarras-sing!
“I got you something,” I bring out the things I got him and he looked at me with wi-de-ned eyes.
“You shouldn’t have,”
“But I want to, I want you to wear this cologne from now on,” i whispered to him and he nodded.
“pla-ying the girlfriend role alre-ady,” he said and I sm-irked.
We fit perfectly.
.
.
.
After eating our food we started talking about ourselves.
Truth is, we don’t really know that much about ourselves.
I guess the only thing I know about him is his name and age.
“I don’t really like showing too much details about myself on Internet,” he said and chuckled.
“So most of the information on Internet about you are fake or incorrect?” I asked and he sm-irked.
“Exactly babe, it stress me out.”
“So what about you is fake on Internet?” I asked, placing the hand towel on the table.
“Net worth?, age?, many things,” he said and I covered my mouth.
I vividly remember when I bashed him about his net worth and calling him a poor man.
“Net….worth?” I stuttered and he nodded, sipping his wine calmly.
“So how much is your net worth?”
“24 multi-ply by 9,”
“$216m!” My eyes wi-de-ned as it dawn on me.
I have been sofu-cking stupid.
Not everyb©dy likes to plaster their lives on social media.
“But how…why did you put $24m?” I asked and he shrugged.
“I just feel like it, most of my investment and properties are in my hometown.” He said and stared at me.
“I only have one mansion here in new York,” he added.
I was so ashamed of myself, what o said that day, the expression on his face when I said so started hunting me.
“I’m sorry Chris, I….I’m ashamed of myself,” I whispered.
“You don’t have to be sorry baby girl, shall we go now?” He asked and I nodded.
He called a waiter and hand over the money then lead me out of the restaurant.
“Where are we going now?” I asked when we got inside the car.
“My house,” he said, his eyes still glued to the road.
I kept quiet as he keep driving.
He soon drove inside a beautiful place with shining lights.
“Don’t come down,” he said.
He st©pped the car and c@m£ down, then come around the pas-s£nger seat and opened the door.
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
He flashed me a smile and lead me towards the house.
It was a big mansion actually, very beautiful.
A hvge swimming pool divided the house .
I couldn’t view things clearly since it was dark.
He opened the door and help me in.
“You live alone?” I asked and he nodded.
“In this hvge house? How do you cook? Or clean?” I asked, well I was curious.
“They come during the day to do their job then leave,” he said casually, I nodded and glance around the sitting room.
The couch were spectacularly beautiful, plain white wall and a thick curtain.
“Come, let me show you something.” He gr@bb£d my hand and lead me up the stairs.
The wall was filled with tons of ph0tos.
One of an older woman whom I as-sume to be his mother and a man whom should be his father.
“We’re here,” he said, jo-lting slightly I looked around the place.
We were in a big room, in the middle of the room a big king size be-d was laying pretty.
The lights were dimmed down adding to the beauty.
I looked at him, his gray eyes piercing into mine.
For once I wish I met him earlier than this, my life would have been so much better.
But nevertheless, it’s still is.
He stared de-eply into my soul, searching for any doubts in me.
I have no doubt about our relationsh!p, I certainly don’t.
“I love you Arielle,” he said and held my chin up.
The way my name roll out of his mouth was hella S-xy.
“I love you more Daddy, Ifu-cking love you.” I whispered.
He lowered his head and captured my l!pon his.
He ni-bbled on my lower l!pand sli-pped his ton-gue inside my mouth.
He taste so refreshing, a mixture of mint and champagne.
I slowly dropped my bag and fumbled with his suit jacket.
While he was k!ss!ngme ha-rd , squee-zing my a** cheek with his hand causing me to g@sp for him to sl!phis ton-gue in, I continued to botton down his shi-t.
He broke the k!ss, I was breathing heavily as he placed his forehead on mine.
“Do you really want this? Do you want me to make love to you?” He asked causing me to blus-h.
How can he ask me such a thing.
“I want you right now Chris, more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” I whispered into his ear.
He growled lowly and picked me up, my leg sli-pped around his torso as he keep k!ss!ngme.
He turned me around and slowly Zi-p down my dress, his breath hitched as he stared at my ba-re back.
“You look so beautiful baby girl,” he mumbled, c@r£ss!ngmy shoulder with his hand and placing little k!sses on them.
The dress fall freely from my b©dy, leaving me only on my matching red p@n-t and br@.
He turned me around and almost ate me up.
“I’m going insane,” he mumbled and I chuckled.
He quic-kly picked me up and placed me on the be-d.
My back hitting the soft texture if the mattress caused memories to cloud my thinking’s.
I pictured myself and Chris slee-ping on this be-d everyday, not as b©yfri£ndand girlfriend but as husband and wife.
I guess this is my teenage mindset.
He k!$$£d me n£¢k and I let out a muffled m0@n .
His ton-gue tea-sed me from my ear to my collar bone then between my brea-st.
“So gorgeous,”
He slowly unclasped my br@ and stare at my medium sized brea-st.
I’ve never in my life anticipated for a S-x like I just am.
Chris is driving me crazy.
His ton-gue met my n!ppleand I m0@n ed softly.
This is pure torture!
“Justfu-ck me alre-ady,” I whispered yelled.
He raised his head at me and sm-irked.
“Oh really? Then I’ll f*”k you,” he re-moved my p@n-t with his teeth and sniffed it before putting it back inside his p@n-t pocket.
His ton-gue met my core in a long li-ck and I shuddered, m0@n ing loudly.
This is intense!
T.b c
Yo, how is this episode? ?