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What was I thinking? Why did I go against my better judgment and have sex with her? Not only was that the best sex I've ever had, but I had to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her in missionary. I usually despise eye contact, yet I wanted to see her face as she came for me.
I wanted to hear her scream my real name, the one that I promised myself I wouldn't disclose to her.

I didn't catch a wink of sleep replaying our night on repeat, even though I was the one who cut it short. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way she looked at me before I left. I probably made her think I didn't want her, or she didn't perform well.
Both are untrue. If anything, it took all my strength to resist fucking her senseless. I wanted to make her come over and over again until she begged me to stop.
I hop in the shower, making sure to scrub her intoxicating scent off my body. When I step out, she is still peacefully asleep in my bed.
The craving for my little Cupcake is becoming insatiable, like a hunger that keeps growing stronger. Images of her perfect ass bouncing on my dick instantly has a tent peaking in my pants. Great, one taste and I'm fucking addicted. I have to get her out of here before I lose my mind.
I gently shake her awake, even though the gentleman in me wants to let her sleep until she's well rested. She's only gotten like 5-6 hours of sleep, depending on if she passed out as soon as I walked out the room, so I hope she doesn't have to work too early in the morning.
The monster she has awakened in me wants to wake her with that beautiful cunt on my tongue again, so I can memorize her taste, but I push the urge down.

Besides asking if she could shower, she doesn't speak to me again even when we get into the car. We drive in silence, her knees pressed against the door as she gazes out the window.
I can sense the guilt creeping in, urging me to make apologize. Maybe I can fabricate a plausible excuse, anything but the truth, to get her to speak to me.
We pull into the lot of the bar where her car is the only one parked there. Thankfully, it wasn't towed overnight.
But maybe that would've given me an excuse to spend more time with her.

I pull up right beside it and reluctantly push the unlock button on my door. Her body language is screaming leave her the fuck alone, but I just want to hear her voice one last time. Before we never see each other again. But what should I say?
Something.
Anything at this point.
My heart punches against my ribcage as I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
"I had fun."
I mentally facepalm myself. I could've done better than that.
"Me too. Thanks for everything," she says casually, not turning to look at me. I watch as she gets out of my car and strolls over to her own. I keep hoping that she's going to turn around, ask for my number or something, but she never does.
Why does this bother me so much? I told her what this was and she's respecting it. So why does leaving things as they are has a wave or helplessness and grief washing over me?
I watch as she drives off, knowing that I'll most likely never see her again. Taking a deep breath, I savor her sweet aroma still lingering in the car.
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"Chef, what the hell are you doing here so early?" Alex asks, strolling into the building.
I couldn't fall back asleep, so I ended up here at the restaurant. It's ironic how I had a one night stand to take my mind off the restaurant, but now I'm here needing a distraction from thinking about the hookup.
"Waiting on the electrician," I answer wearily, exhaling a sigh as I bring the glass to my lips.
"Hey, are you having a drink right now?" He looks at his watch and raises an eyebrow. "It's only 9am!"
I shake my head. "It's only water."
My heart warms knowing Alex looks out for me. He's fully aware about my parents' alcoholism and makes sure I don't tumble down that same path. I appreciate that more than he knows.
His eyes soften with relief. "Oh, good. You know Chef, I told you the electrician might not come today."
I'm fully aware he's not. The asshole is taking his sweet time like this isn't urgent. I'm almost starting to believe he has a personal vendetta against me.
My nostrils flare, exhaling hot air. "I know. I'm just going to wait here until he does."
Concern clouds his expression. "What's really going on? You look exhausted. When was the last time you slept?"
I hesitate, wondering if I should open up to him. I have known him since high school, and we have a good relationship in and out of the kitchen, but I don't want to seem like a simp when I don't even know this girl's name.
"I hooked up with someone last night," I confess, running my fingers through my curly hair.
He grabs a chair, flips it around, and sits down, giving me his undivided attention. "And?"
"For some reason, I can't get her off my mind."
Did I really just admit that out loud?
He grins. "That's great, man. What's the problem?"
"It's a new feeling for me. I never catch feelings, I've never even dated," I admit quietly.
Honestly, I felt this way before I even touched her. Maybe even the moment I spotted her at the bar.
"So do you think you're really feeling her, or the sex was just that good?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
I'm not sure, but I want to own every part of her.
Instead I respond, "I'll figure it out."
He nods. "So did you get any information about her?"
"Nope, I don't even know her name."
I do know what apartment complex she lives in though, but I don't know how to not make that sound creepy.
"Maybe we can figure something out after you go home and actually rest." He places a hand on my shoulder, looking me sternly in the eyes. "Trust me this time that I will let you know as soon as the electrician shows up!"
I give him a grim smile. "Maybe you're right, thanks man."
I get up from the table and jump into my car, the engine roaring to life. I can't resist the urge to drive to the apartment complex before heading home. Maybe there's a chance I'll catch a glimpse of her before she leaves for work or something.
I slowly drive through the garage, and there it is - her little black car parked near the elevator.
Good, she's home safe and sound.
God, I feel like such a creepy stalker. What is wrong with me? I wonder how many floors there are and how many doors I would have to knock on to find her.
That would be completely nuts though, right?
I grip the steering wheel so tightly, the color drains from my knuckles.
Fuck! Maybe I just need to cut my losses and move on. Maybe fucking another girl will get her off my mind once and for all. I mean, I just met her yesterday. There's no reason why I should have any trouble forgetting her.
But first, I need sleep. Before anyone can spot me, I speed out of the garage and head home, hoping I can sleep now, even with this girl plaguing my mind.