Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Amelia's POV

After he left, I couldn't wipe the silly smile off of my face the rest of the day. By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy to have met Tristan again. I was looking forward to having dinner with him. Or was it a date? I was still confused as Tristan left without further clarification. It would be my second outing with him after the disastrous one at the coffee shop years ago when Brandon had caught us. I couldn't contain my excitement. This time the situation was different and we had no one to fear. We were both adults and free to do what we liked.

I had dinner and went to bed but sleep was farthest from my mind. Even after an hour, I was wide awake, thinking about the heated kiss that I shared with him. The last kiss felt much more heated than the previous ones and I wondered what it would be like when Tristan made love to me. I closed my eyes as sinful thoughts invaded my mind. 'Get a grip over yourself, Amy. You hardly know him now. How can you think of se* so soon?' my mind quickly reminded me but I was a grown woman who suddenly discovered her physical needs. It wasn't easy to stop visualizing myself with him, naked and tangled in each other's arms. A deep flush crept up my body at the thought. Suddenly my phone buzzed with a text message. Looking at it, I saw a message from an unknown number. Who could it be now? Maybe some client but couldn't they wait till morning at least. Somehow curiosity made me read the message.

I wish I could see you now, baby doll. I can't sleep. - J

It was from Tristan. How did he get my number? Maybe he convinced Anna to give it to him. I was excited though that he found out my number and texted me. I saved his number instantly with a giddy smile on my face. After dad confiscated my old mobile, I had wanted Tristan's number so badly. Then when mom told me that dad had destroyed the mobile, I lost all hope.

How did you get my number? - A

Anna gave it to me. :-) - J

Your family's very sweet. I love them. - A

Only Them? What about me?- J

Can we change the topic, please? -A

You've changed, babydoll. - J

So Have You - A

I'm still hot and delicious. Try me - J

Shut up - A

What are you doing?- J

Lying down, ready to sleep. - A

Imagine me beside you - J

I can't - A

I can help you. Can I call you? - J

Nooooo - A

Sigh! Sigh! What are you wearing? - J

Clothes. I wanted to say. Ugh, he's such a perv. I blushed crimson at his question.

Pajamas - A

Pic, please. -J

No - A

Please, please-J

Imagine me – A

I need to see you, now – J

Go to sleep, Jay- A

If I show you my picture, will you send me yours? – J

No – A

You've become mean – J (pouts)

I smiled at his tactics. I knew that he was trying hard to convince me but I was in my pajamas which were a flimsy camisole and a super tiny pair of shorts. I couldn't send him a picture of me in that?

My phone buzzed with an incoming picture of a shirtless Tristan, staring straight at me as if he was real. That he looked hot would be an understatement, he looked like some Greek God. He was simply irresistible. How would I ever sleep after seeing that picture of him?

Did you like it? Send me a similar picture. You know what I mean - J

I gasped after reading his words. Did he really think that I would send him a topless picture of mine? My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Tristan still was indeed the same, there were no brakes to his mouth. He was shameless, foul-mouthed yet I loved him more than ever!

Good night, Jay. -A

I rolled my eyes at his words, quickly switching off my phone and hiding it under my pillow. I knew he had the power to convince me, he was really relentless and would go on and on till he got what he wanted. He was crazy! No way am I gonna send him a similar picture! I had to get some sleep or else I would end up looking like a zombie tomorrow morning. However, sleep was elusive as the picture he sent me kept on flitting across my mind, making me lost in the sinful thoughts of Tristan. Again! Was I becoming a se*-starved middle-aged woman?

I had dozed off into deep slumber when I felt the bed dip and Tristan was next to me. I smiled at the blissful dream. It was the effect of that picture that Tristan had sent me earlier. I knew I would get wet and have wild dreams of him! The whole night I dreamt of Tristan, lying down next to me cuddling me to him, kissing my lips. I just didn't wish to wake up from this!

"Jay, kiss me please," I whispered to him, pulling him into my hot, fevered, and aroused body. He obliged me by making my dream turn into a wet one as well as his hands roamed all over me yet he didn't touch me where I needed to be touched. It was the best dream ever, it felt so real as if he was really there, lying next to me, stirring strange sensations in my body. His kisses were more passionate, his touch caused a fire to blaze in the pit of my stomach. He kissed my neck, marked my shoulder, and cupped my breasts but stayed within his limits still causing me immense pleasure.

''Jay, don't go,'' I whispered in my sleep.

''I won't, Baby doll," he whispered back. It was bliss, the best sleep I had ever had for ages! I didn't want the dream to end at all.