Chapter Eleven

Tuesday, September 1st

JORDAN

I realize I seem like an asshole for leaving Sydney on edge the way I did. In my defense, ultimately, I was going to let her climax eventually. Admittedly, I was still upset about what I saw at school. I honestly thought that I was over it after I went to the gym. I know I handled it in a somewhat childish way. I let my anger get the best of me. I know I shouldn't have let it ruin our night, and if Maggie hadn't asked Sydney a simple question, then everything would have been good. Not that I blame my aunt in the slightest. I knew it was an innocent question.

But the green monster of jealousy reared its ugly head, and I couldn't stop the thoughts that crept its way through the cracks to ruin a perfectly good evening. It also didn't help that Sydney kept asking me what was wrong what felt like every 5 minutes. I didn't even have time to fully process what I was feeling, let alone being able to sift through my thoughts properly.

Most of the time I said it was nothing because I didn't want to make a mountain out of a molehill. But Sydney was relentless on finding out why I was so upset.

On the ride back to her place I could see the agitation when I would sneak glances at her through my peripheral vision. I was just going to drop her off and then leave to go home so I could deal with it on my own. In the confines of my own home in order to search for some type of clarity.

Before I knew it, Sydney started yelling at me. At first, I wasn't going to answer, but I was already angry that yelling back at her seemed like the most logical choice at the time. It was purely out of defensiveness, and I couldn't stop the words from slipping.

I regretted saying that she was my fucking problem. I wanted to take it back as soon as the words slipped from my mouth, but I knew I couldn't. I knew deep down that she wasn't the problem. I didn't lie to her when I said it was my problem, it was a small attempt at taking back what I said. I know that doesn't erase it and Sydney deserves an actual apology from me.

I didn't want to argue. So, I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I seduced her, knowing full well the effect that I have on her. I used it to my advantage, am I ashamed of what followed? Honestly? In part no. I'm not. Now before you get the wrong idea and start calling me an asshole, which I'm sure you are, and I don't blame you. But just take a moment and try to see it from my prospective before you judge me.

Here's why I don't really feel ashamed. One; I got a nice striptease out of it. Try telling me you'd feel bad about that. Especially if said striptease was done by the object of your affection and on top of that it was because she wanted nothing more than to please you, willingly might I add.

Such in my case, the woman who stared back at me with emerald orbs that reminded me of the Amazon rainforest, with such want and need beneath them. Her caramel-colored skin glowed in the dim light as she stripped everything away, which to me was more than just her clothing.

A glint of arousal in her eyes, the lust emanating as she stripped herself bare, standing before me in just her lace panties. Exuding confidence, strength, vulnerability, eroticism, a true seductress.

Taunting me with all of these wonderful attributes and more. I was captivated by her, in complete awe as I watched her. It came to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I needed her just as much as she needed me. I had every intention of driving us both to the point of ecstasy that we would have no other choice but to make love long into the early morning.

Then a thought occurred to me, which brings me to reason number two; It was sadistic in nature, but I couldn't resist what I did next. I wanted to teach her a lesson without her knowing. I was going to edge her a couple of times, but something awoke within me. I couldn't deny it. Call it revenge in its most sadistic form but edging her brought me a sense of satisfaction that I never knew existed. It turned me on knowing how much power and control I had over her.

By the time I was inside of her, I decided I had had enough for the time being. I needed the release just as much as she did. I could feel myself coming, her walls clenched my cock in the best way possible. We were both on the brink of euphoria, I wanted to give her the release she deserved after the torture I had just inflicted upon her.

When I heard my dad's ringtone, I was so irritated that I could've thrown the damn phone against the wall, but I knew it had to be important because he never called late unless it's something dire. As soon as I picked up, I could hear the urgency in his voice, saying that it was an emergency and he needed me to fly to New York.

I tried asking him to elaborate a little, but he said he would tell me as soon as I landed. He had already made the arrangements for me to take the red eye before he called. I thought it had to do with something with the label. It wasn't unusual for them to call me in the middle of the night, needing me to tie up some loose ends.

I hated leaving Sydney in such a state, but my parents needed me. Thinking nothing of it, I went straight to the airport with the duffle bag that I originally packed to use at Sydney's. I didn't think I was going to be there that long. I'm usually only gone for 4 to 5 days at the most.

I put in my Air Pods and turned on some classical music. I leaned back in my seat, covered up with a blanket the flight attendant gave me and let sleep take over me.

Wednesday, September 2nd

SYDNEY

I woke up with a start, my breathing heavy. Sweat beading down my face, I glanced around my room feeling a little disoriented from my dream. Finally, able to recognize where I was, I tried to calm my heart, taking deep even breaths like my therapist had taught me. I couldn't remember the last time I had a nightmare that felt that real.

It's been a while since the last episode, at least 4 months since…I needed to shake the memory of that time. I couldn't dwell on it, if I did then I knew I wouldn't be able to go anywhere out of fear. I needed to focus my thoughts elsewhere and I knew just who I wanted to focus on.

I stared up at the ceiling, I don't even remember falling asleep. My body was sore and unsatisfied, I thought back to last night. Jordan has never done anything like that to me before. I still couldn't wrap my mind around it. A small part of me wondered if she did that just to punish me, to torture me. For what, I have no idea. No. She would never do that to me out of malice, it wasn't in her nature to be that cruel.

That small part of me held doubt as I remembered the glint in her eyes that held that predatory instinct, I only caught a glimpse of it, but it was still there. I know I didn't imagine it. Then I remembered what she did while she became almost territorial. It felt primal in a sense, a new type of fire ignited within the depths of her eyes. Then the realization hit me, I had seen that look once before. But this time it was different, Jordan's eyes held something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

My alarm went off, causing me to snap out of my reverie that boarded on inner turmoil. I rolled over and shut it off. It was time to get up, once I stood up, I felt the ache in between my thighs. In more ways than one might I add. In all honesty, I was still a little peeved about how she left. I'm even more upset with how she made me feel afterwards. I was too exhausted and upset last night to do anything about it. In all the time I've been sexually active, which I've only 2 other partners, I've never felt the agonizing torment of not being able to climax. Well at least not on purpose.

I meant what I said about Jordan being the only one to make me orgasm. Before she came into my life, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Jordan definitely changed that for me. I often wondered what set her apart from the rest. Not that I had a whole lot of experience to go on, but I had enough. Considering that it's always been that way, from the moment we met, up until now. One thing was for certain, I was definitely going to have a talk with Jordan about it after class. I didn't want her to think I was just going to let this go unfinished.

With a new-found determination, I walked into my closet to find something to wear. After rummaging through my clothes, I settled on a nice beige woman's three-piece suit, which consisted of slacks, blazer, and a vest. I paired it with a white blouse and my beige Jimmy Choo's. I laid it out on the bed and went into the en-suite bathroom. I let the water dissolve any negative or unwarranted thoughts from my mind. I enjoyed the refreshing feeling it brought, rejuvenating my senses as the water cascaded down my body. I felt like I could take on the day.

I stepped out of the shower feeling rejuvenated. I dried myself off and put on my bathrobe once I was done. Walking back into my bedroom, I sat down at my vanity and started the process of contouring my makeup. It was a long and lengthy process, but it was well worth it. Today I was going for a more natural look. Deep down, I knew I didn't need to put on makeup, at least that's what people have told me my whole life. Just as much as the next woman, I have insecurities. Plus, I genuinely enjoyed the process.

When I was done with that I quickly got dressed and grabbed everything I needed from my room. I went downstairs and made myself a light breakfast then went to work.

The morning went on with no problems, I gave the necessary lecture and handed out the assignment. I searched for my raven-haired beauty every chance I had, but so far, my efforts for naught.

In my free time, which it seemed like I had a lot of today, my mind was pre-occupied with last night's excursion. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say to Jordan, I at least wanted to see if she was okay because if the look in her eyes was any indication for having a cause for concern, then consider me worried. I knew something wasn't right, aside from the obvious, for me it was more than her just being upset.

Deep down I know I can trust her not to hurt me. In a way she didn't hurt me, in the physical sense or in any sense really. In fact, I rather enjoyed the roughness of it, I reveled in it. But in the instance that I noticed the fiery glint in her eyes, she was there physically, but she wasn't there mentally.

A part of me thinks that I could be reading too much into it and letting my imagination run rampant with each thought from the next, as much as I want it to be true, I know it's not. I can feel something in the pit of my stomach that something is about to happen, and I know it's not going to be good. I just hope that we can get through it sooner rather than later.

The argument plagues me the most about last night. I'm more upset with myself more than anything, for not getting the answers that I was seeking. I let myself become consumed with the raw sexual energy that radiated from it. I couldn't resist it, not that I really tried in the first place.

As the day progressed, I became more anxious as the minutes ticked away. The end of 6th period was nearing, and I could feel the nervousness engulfing me as I watched the clock. I tried to keep my emotions at bay.

The bell finally rang, I monitored the students as they left. I patiently waited at my desk, not wanting to seem too eager to see the raven-haired beauty as she casually strolled into the classroom. I began to prepare the last lesson of the day as the students made their way to their seats. The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.

I surveyed the room and Jordan was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank in my chest at the realization that she wasn't here. I didn't want to get ahead of myself, she could just be running late. 5 minutes passed, and still no Jordan. Then 10, then 20, then before I knew it, class ended.

Once the last of the students left, I decided to message her. 'Hey baby, I missed you in class today. Is everything alright? Call me when you get a chance.' I waited for a response. Nothing. Thinking nothing of it, I made up mind to finish up what I was doing.

I packed up my things and left for the day. I needed to get out of here and relax. The drive home went by faster than it usually does.

I walked into the kitchen, glancing around the room I began to think of Jordan. I looked at my phone. Still no response. Sighing mentally, I take my bags and head back to my car, needing to get out of the house. Not wanting to reflect on last night's events.

Not really knowing where I'm going, I settle on a quaint coffee shop 13 blocks from my house in the heart of the city. I parked my car in a parking lot a block away from the coffee shop itself. The sunrays beaming through the now partial clouded sky, despite the clouds, the warmth of the sun was humid. Making my skin feel sticky with almost automated perspiration. Luckily the walk wasn't that strenuous.

I stepped through the threshold of the coffee shop, the cool air instantly refreshing me as soon as the door closed. Coffee, lattes, macchiato's, mocha's and things of the like filled the air. The aroma the was intoxicating, calming my senses. I made my way to the counter and patiently waited in line.

I ordered my iced caramel macchiato and once my name was called, I grabbed my drink. I found a nice secluded place in the corner towards the back. An hour passed as I sat at the table finishing grading papers. I wanted to get a jump start on next weeks-lesson plans.

Sorting through some of the previous lessons and this year's syllabus, I hear an all to familiar voice screech in excitement. I looked up from my paperwork and seen my college roommate standing before me. Her facial expression of utter surprise, which most likely mirrored my own. I couldn't believe Kiera Santiago was standing here in the very same coffee shop as me.

Her light brown hair flowing freely down to the middle of her back in natural lose waves. Kiera's dark brown orbs gleaming with excitement, her perfectly naturally tanned skin glowed as the sunlight hit her facial features in the most majestic way possible. Her stature giving the illusion that she was taller by the red high heeled shoes she wore, when she actually stood at around 5'6". Everything about Kiera screamed elegance. A pure Latina beauty, just like her older sister Vanessa. The Santiago sisters definitely the epitome of gorgeous.

The last I heard, she was in New York working for a high-end publishing company. Kiera broke my inner thoughts. "Oh my God, if it isn't my old roommate and best friend Sydney Vaughn. What are you doing here?" I am completely flabbergasted; I couldn't believe she was standing in front of me.

"What am I doing here, what are you doing here?" I exclaimed as I get up from my seat and hug her still in utter shock. Taking in her all too familiar Chanel No. 5 perfume.

"I relocated here about a month ago." She all but squealed in my ear. I forgot how much I missed her.

"What? Really? And you didn't tell me?" I asked as we pulled apart from our embrace, each of us taking a nice long look at the other.

"I was going to, but then everything with packing, then moving, then with work. Everything just got so busy to where I barely have a moment to myself. And why are you here young lady?" She asked as I gestured for her to take a seat in the chair opposite me.

"Well, I too have recently relocated. I was offered a teaching position at Camden High School as the English teacher." I replied then took a drink of my macchiato.

"That's amazing. Congratulations." She replied with genuine enthusiasm.

"Congratulations to you as well." I countered, still reeling from seeing my best friend.

"So, it appears that I'm not the only keeping things from their best friend." Kiera said with a smirk.

"Well, just like you, I was consumed with packing then moving and work." Immediately I felt terrible for not being a better friend and checking in with her earlier.

"How do you like it here so far?" She asked, changing the subject as she sipped her drink.

"To be quite honest, it's been good. Some things have been a little unexpected to say the least, but other than that, I love it here." I replied trying not to reveal too much considering my current situation.

"Well good. I'm glad." She stated with a huge smile.

"So, how do you like it here?" I asked trying to take the focus off of me.

"I fall deeper in love with it here, plus it gives Vanessa and I more time to spend together." Her response was a little more serious, with a light undertone.

"I bet. So how is Vanessa?" I couldn't help but ask. I had always liked Vanessa. If I were to have an older sister, I would want someone like her. Vanessa being a little intimidating upon first impressions, but once you get to know her, she's the sweetest and one of the most intriguing women I've ever met. Aside from Jordan that is.

"I figured you would know more than me at the moment, since she is the principle at Camden." Kiera shot me a look of disbelief.

"What?! I didn't have any idea she was. Well, but then again, I haven't had the chance to meet the entire faculty yet." I exclaimed genuinely surprised as the new set of information continued to divulge.

"Well, there will be plenty of time for that soon enough." Kiera waving her hand as if to say it's not a real big deal.

Kiera and I continued to catch each other up and the minor things in our lives. I couldn't bring myself to speak of Jordan just yet, even though I desperately wanted Kiera to help me speculate on the way Jordan and I left things last night. Being at a coffee shop was definitely played a huge factor in me not confessing what was currently on my mind.

I had truly missed my friend and I still wanted to catch up, but it was getting late, and I still needed to grade today's papers. Kiera and I said our good-byes and went our separate ways.