Curls- Bonus Chapter #1
I was debating between a spring dress and shorts with a button shirt. We were going to a garden. Zain and I had an off day. It was rare that we did. Recently, his schedule has been crazy.
Finally, it was Friday and we could see each other. We haven’t seen each other since last Friday. It made me sad.
I decided on the dress. The reason I did was kinda pitiful. How the top cut made my chest appear larger and no matter how much time passed between that and the given present, I was never really ever able to shake the way he regarded my chest size and how he called me small.
It was truly a pretty dress. A square-neck mini dress with enough flare below the fit to be cute but not too much that it’d fly up with the wind. I paired it with a cute pair of white canvas shoes and simple earrings.
As I was applying perfume, I heard my phone buzz. I set back my perfume, fixing my hair before grabbing my phone and bag.
A message was displayed on my notification bar:
‘Parking, do you want me to come up?’
My fingers quickly typed in my response:
‘I can walk down, see you soon’
As I locked my apartment and walked down to the elevator- ignoring the pain from my sore thighs from my workout yesterday- hitting the button, my phone chimed again:
‘I’m near the elevator, I’ll just come up.’
I frowned, quickly responding although I knew it wouldn’t go through.
‘I’m on my way down, it’s fine’
When the elevator opened, my eyes were greeted with Zain’s presence. He looked taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his composure.
“Hey,” he smiled right as his phone chimed, “I said I’d get you…” he trailed as he read his phone, “oh, I got your message.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, there’s little to no reception in the elevator,” I explained as his eyes looked over my figure.
Pitifully, I grew warm and fuzzy when I noticed his eyes lingering on my chest.
Please comment. Please be nice.
His eyes met mine.
“You look very lovely, Lela,” he softly told me.
Lovely? You know what, I was desperate.
“Lovely?” I repeated as I brought my arms from my side to my front as I held my hands, slyly pushing my arms against the side of my breasts.
I was never sure how but he always brought out this side in me.
Maybe it was his intelligence in the department and my lack of it. It was a direct complement.
His eyes flickered between my eyes to my chest. His lips twitched as he glanced around the empty space before he grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him.
“Yes,” he confirmed as he leaned into my face a little more. “Can I ask you something?” he questioned.
I was getting all jitty, in a good way. I wanted to kiss him, my God. Butterflies were wild in my stomach.
“Yes,” I breathed, my body brushing against his.
“Are you stuffing your bra?”
My mouth dropped open and my face burned as I pushed against his chest.
“Zain!” I exclaimed, feeling so utterly embarrassed. “You’re so mean to me!”
He chuckled, grabbing my waist so I couldn’t get far.
“Is that a no? You mind if I check?” he smirked, glancing down at my chest as his hand squeezed my waist.
I was so flustered, I didn’t know what to do. This was only our fifth date so I knew I shouldn’t- no, couldn’t allow him to ‘check’.
“Yes!” I declared, “I do mind, stop!” I pushed myself out of his grip.
He chuckled, grabbing my hand.
“Come on, we should get going, Lela,” he smiled while I was still awkward.
That made me feel even more self-conscious than I was before. I always liked my body. When all that happened, he made me feel insecure about my breast size. I always thought they were nice…
I glanced down at my chest, my eyes finding the middle of my bra resting against my dress. I thought I had some cleavage.
He walked me out to his car, a black Porsche 911.
“You’re not gonna do anything, right?” I asked, still nervous.
This would be my first time in a car with him. What if he drove us somewhere? And what if-
“We’ve been over this, Lela,” he reminded as he opened the car door for me, “I’m not going to do anything,” he frowned.
I nodded as I sat in his car and he closed the door.
He walked around and got in, starting up his car.
“I don’t stuff my bra,” I muttered.
I felt him look over at me, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t?” he teased.
“No,” I glared.
“You don’t think I know that?”
“Then why did you ask?” I demanded.
Hurt my feelings for no reason?
“Because it looked like you wanted me to comment on them,” he informed me as he pulled out from the parallel position.
“Didn’t mean you had to mock me,” I pointed out.
“True, but it’s more amusing to me.”
“So? It doesn’t mean it’s nice!” I whined as his smile grew larger. “I don’t mock you!”
“What is there to mock?” he questioned.
I rolled my eyes.
“Kiss and make up?” he suggested as he came to a stoplight, putting his hand on my knee that was facing away from him.
God, of course, is that even a question?
I turned my body to him as he gently held my cheek, pressing his lips to mine. It was quick but warm. As we pulled away, the light changed.
“You can listen to whatever-”
The sound of ‘Blue Hawaii’ cut off his sentence. I flinched for reasons I thought I left behind me. Zain noticed it but didn’t say anything, instead, he picked up his cellphone, quietly sighing before answering it.
“Hendrix,” he started as I looked out the window.
“No, I’m busy...does it matter? I’m doing important things… just tell them to leave it or reschedule… no- I- no, I don’t have time for this…” he sighed, the sigh I’ve heard him use many times.
He was annoyed.
“My-fuc- if ‘no’ then forget about it- no- I don’t care- I- give me a second,” he sighed putting his phone in his lap.
“Lela,” he called.
“Yeah?” I turned back to him.
“You can say no if you want, it seriously wouldn’t matter, but do you mind if we take a very small detour to my country club?” he asked, glancing from me to the road.
“I’m okay with it,” I shrugged.
“Are you sure? You can say no,” he reassured.
“No, no, it’s fine,” I nodded.
“Okay…” he drew out as he switched lanes. “I did plan on taking you to this place, not today, of course, because we had plans but they’re bitching at me to deal with some clients.”
“Oh,” I nodded.
From past experiences, I knew it was best to not push his buttons when he was annoyed. Even if he said he worked on himself.
He picked up his phone from his lap.
“Yea-yes- I… I’m on my way,” he ended the call.
“You own a country club and now an apartment complex?” I asked.
“I own two country clubs and an apartment complex,” he corrected.
“How do you find time to manage that? Like with your job and everything?” I questioned.
“Once you get it up and running, it’s not much work,” he shrugged.
“But you just bought the complex?” I brought up.
“I have trouble sleeping sometimes so when I’m not working I’m managing that,” he told me.
I silently nodded.
“Does it take a while to open a business?” I asked, mainly because I always wanted to open a coffee shop but I had a job.
I knew when you opened a business, it took a while to produce an income and when you finally did, it wasn’t huge.
“Depends on everything. Why? Are you interested?” he question.
“I was just curious,” I brushed off.
The ride was quiet for a few more minutes as he drove, arriving at this prestigious, gated community.
“Do you know how to golf?” he asked me.
“No,” I shook my head, “I’ve play put-put before,” I looked over at him.
“Put-put?” he repeated with a smile as I nodded. “But not actual golf?”
“No, I didn’t really play sports growing up. I did ice skate, though.”
“I know,” he told me.
Oh. Nice. Um.
“We should play golf sometime,” he suggested, “I can teach you,” he pulled into this complex, the sign indicating it was a country club.
“Really?” I asked.
“Of course,” he nodded as he parked. “Stay,” he ordered as he got out.
What was I? A dog-
My door opened.
I quickly unbuckled the seatbelt as Zain grabbed my hand, helping me out.
“This honestly won’t take long, Lela, I promise,” he told me as he closed the door and started walking to the door, holding my hand.
I winced slightly as we walked up the stairs, my thighs sore. They weren’t as bad as yesterday but they still stung a little.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he opened the door for me.
“Yes,” I nodded, giving him a soft smile, “just was, um, exercising a few days ago.”
Why was that so embarrassing to say?
“Sore?” he smirked, an innuendo that I didn’t pick up on right away.
My cheeks grew red once I realized what he was hinting at. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say. Instead, I looked around the place. It was gorgeous. Beautiful cream walls with white pillars once you got to the lobby. The floor was so shiny on the tan titles that I could see a reflection.
“Mr. Hendrix!” the person at the front desk exclaimed.
He looked between me and Zain, not really saying anything until Zain snapped at him.
“You made this big predicament that I needed to come down here and now you’re wasting my time by just staring, cut to the chase,” he breathed.
Uncomfortable for the man at the desk but hot for me.
“Oh- uh- um- yes!” he started to talk about some business issue and how someone was here with a shipment and all that jazz.
I didn’t care all too much about it. I was looking around the place, taking in its beauty.
“Lela,” I was snapped out of my trance when Zain called my name. “Come on, baby,” he started to walk, pulling me with him.
Did he just call me that?
God, I think I was melting.
I happily walked by him, up the tan, marbled stairs, and into this hallway. Outside, two men were standing.
“Gentlemen,” Zain excused as he went up to the door, unlocking it, and stepping into an office.
He sat down behind this desk, pulling up a seat for me beforehand.
“Thank you,” I whispered to him as the two guys sat down.
“Of course,” he nodded.
They started to talk and I didn’t bother to listen. It didn’t concern me. My eyes were looking at the pictures on the wall. A younger Zain was standing there with a trophy of golf green grass. I’m guessing he was either a preteen or a teenager. He looked so precious. In this glass case next to the photos he had up were trophies.
Soon enough, I saw the two men get up and leave the room. I blinked, turning back to Zain who had a stack of papers in his hand, putting them in this black divider.
His hand went to my knee as he took a deep breath.
“Ready?” he asked.
I silently nodded.
“Perfect,” he smiled as he stood up, pulling me up with him.
“How old were you in that picture?” I asked as he started to walk out.
He stopped, glancing at the picture I was pointing to.
“Thirteen,” he answered as he opened his door, dragging me out, and locking his door again.
“Really? What was it for?” I asked as he walked back down his steps.
“Rhode Island Junior Golf Tournament,” he told me, walking past his front desk.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Hendrix,” the man called.
“Thank you,” Zain nodded back as we made our way to the front door.
“I got first place. Perks of having an outlet with hard parents,” he chuckled and I smiled with him.
He unlocked his car door, opening it for me.
“Sorry about that,” he frowned.
“You’re fine,” I reassured, giving a quick peck to his lips before I took a seat in his car.
He paused for a moment before he closed the door and walked around to his side, quietly sitting down, and starting his car.
“What was that?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Did he not like it when I did that? Should I have not? Oh, God, I-
“That,” he glanced at my lips, making me feel all embarrassed. “Come here and give me a real kiss.”
He grabbed my cheek, leaning in and planting his lips on mine. I immediately met the rhythm he was giving. He was so warm and soft, yet, I pulled away.
“Lela,” he groaned, pouting like a toddler.
It made me giggle.
“You can wait,” I smiled, feeling all flushed.
“You’re a different type of evil. Playing with a man’s feelings like this,” he tsk-ed as he pulled out of the parking space.
I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You can listen to whatever you like,” he nodded toward his radio as he put his hand on my knee, “we’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”
I nodded, leaving the radio to what he had on. I loved the feeling of his hand on my bare knee. Shamefully, I like that he had his hand on my knee when I was wearing a dress.
I kinda wanted him to go higher just because I knew what he was capable of.
We made small talk during the ride. I learned his birthday was November 3rd and that his favorite color was grey.
It seemed to me that we arrived at the garden in no time. He parked and got the door for me. It made me feel all fluttery.
We walked among the place, talking about what we found pretty and whatnot.
“You smell good,” he complimented out of nowhere.
“Really?” I asked as I looked up at him.
“Very,” he confirmed.
“Thank you,” I squeezed his hand, all happy, “it’s a new perfume I bought.”
“What is it? Where did you buy it?” he questioned.
“Um…” I trailed for a second, “Lakeside Citrus from Bath & Body Works.”
He silently nodded as we came to a red bridge.
“There are swans,” I pointed as we stopped at the top. I rested my elbows on the ledge only for him to follow. “Did you know, they mate for life?”
“I did,” he chuckled.
“Oh,” I frowned, “well, did you know, that black swans are native to Australia and that a female swan is called a pen and a male swan is called a cob.”
He gazed down at me, his eyes sparkling, small traces of dimples evident.
“No, I did not.”
“Well, now you do,” I smiled.
“Lela,” Zain started, his tone changing from the light one to a more nervous one.
It was still attractive either way.
“You know I like you right?” he asked.
I nodded, “and you know I like you, right?” I repeated.
He gave me a smile.
“Now I do,” he cracked and I laughed in response.
“I, I know we haven’t really discussed it, and it might be early for you, but would you like to become official?” he asked, his cheeks revealing a small tinge of pink. “Be my girlfriend?”
My face morphed into a wide smile, I couldn’t control it. Words could not begin to describe how light I felt at those words. How utterly happy they made me. How they lit up my world. How they made me smile so effortlessly. How they caused a stampede of butterflies in my stomach.
“Really?” I questioned, breathless.
He silently nodded, his eyes displaying how weary he was.
“Oh, my God, yes!” I smiled, “A thousand times yes!”
At my words, he looked so beyond relieved.
I didn’t wait for him to say a word, I got ahead of my happiness. My arms encircled his stern abdomen, hugging into him. He took his hands off of the bridge ledge, immediately wrapping his arm around my back.
He smelled so good.
I looked up at him, pushing myself up so I could claim his lips, not caring that we were in public.
He smiled against my lip before passionately moving against them. I felt one of his hands leave my back, slyly trailing to my bottom. I felt his fingers skim my skin right below the edge of my dress.
Without any warning, he slipped his hand up my dress, grabbing my ass cheek. A shocked gasp left my lips that were against his.
I pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Zain!” I gasped, “we’re in public!” I whisper-shouted at him.
“So what?” he chuckled, “no one is around. You think I’d risk someone seeing your perfect ass?”
“Zain!” I blushed, a flustered giggle leaving my lips.
He matched my energy, beaming at me before dipping his head back down to give me a quick kiss.
“I have something for you,” he told me as he pulled back, removing his hand from my bottom.
He reached behind him, in his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet. My eyebrows met as I grew confused. He completely let go of me to reach in and grab something.
My mouth formed a pout as he pulled it out, not really sure what to feel.
Correction- I knew what I was feeling but I knew I shouldn’t have been as touched as I was when he pulled out my cross necklace.
I left that with him when I escaped when he kidnapped me.
My mother immediately noticed it was missing when I was found.
It was utterly attached to me in every way possible.
I thought I’d never see it again...
“You-” my voice cracked, “you kept it?”
Why didn’t he throw it out? After what I did? Why would he hang on to it?
“What does it look like?” he teased.
My lip trembled, too many emotions coursing through me.
I didn’t say anything, just embraced him, shoving my face into his chest.
I felt him pat my head, his hands going around my neck as he clasped the necklace together.
“You’re so cute,” he told me as I pulled back from him, grabbing my hand.
“Thank you,” I smiled, the sun hitting my skin.
We continued on our date.