5 comments/ 8484 views/ 16 favorites I Missed You Ch. 02 By: thechrysalids "Rosie, look at me baby." She had her arm strewn across her face, teeth clenched. "No." She ground out resolutely. No matter how many times they'd done this she'd be extremely embarrassed. John kissed his teeth and grabbed the offending limb, pulling it away from her face. He'd always loved looking at her. Almond shaped dark brown eyes that seemed black. A small flat nose that sat above her thick perpetually smiling lips. All of which sat on her sweet round face surrounded by large wild curls. "Jay..." She whispered while he kissed each feature. He hummed to let her know that he was listening, just barely. "No more teasing. We've only got an hour." Her midnight eyes gleamed. "Fuck me." He cursed under his breath before sitting back on his heels, her legs on either side of his waist. John ran a hand down her face, to her neck, to her hip, stopping midway to pinch her nipple, coaxing a small sigh out of her. "Is that what you want?" He slipped his hand right between her thighs, gliding two of his fingers through her wet folds. John slid them into her, watching her body wrack with pleasure. Quickly he pumped them in and out of her, using his thumb to press down on her sweet quivering clit. He raised his other hand up to her breast to capture the dark peak between his fingers again. Rose moaned, pushing herself down onto his fingers as best she could. "Mm, stop messing with me Jay. I need you." Their gazes clashed and Rose saw in his eyes when he'd decided to stop playing around. He pulled his digits out of her rather roughly and aligned his cock with the entrance of her throbbing sex. He bent down to kiss her before thrusting home. "I'm going to fucking wreck you baby." He promised hoarsely into her ear before biting into the skin of her collarbone. "Big talk." She panted, he always did that. The promises. She loved them, they made her shake with wanting. Nervous as she had been, as she probably always would be, taking him like this, letting him have her, just felt...right. "Oh sweets, it isn't just talk." He laughed as he bucked particularly hard, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Again and again he fucked into her, whispering fervently about how wet she was, how tight and hot she was. How good she looked taking his cock. How much he loved her. And she would in turn respond with how hard he was, how she belonged to him, how she loved him just as much. "I'm gonna cum." He groaned pumping faster and faster. "No, no, not yet John please." She pleaded, desperate to claim her release. John only laughed, swearing he would take care of her. John came first, filling the condom between them. However before Rose could recede from the edge she'd been on, he began massaging her clit, quickly and roughly, until she was yelling her climax. John waited a moment to let her ride out her orgasm before withdrawing from Rose. Lazily he flopped down next to her, burying his face into her hair. Rose stared at the ceiling, silent, but breathing heavily. "So good. You are so fucking good." He grinned and waited for Rose to respond with some sort of joke, like she always did. Only she didn't. Concerned, John raised his head from her hair and looked at her face. "Rose, sweets, what's up?" Rose eyes stayed trained on the ceiling, bouncing from spot to spot, as if she was trying to figure out what to say. She swallowed thickly and turned to face John, whose handsome face was twisted in worry. "I'm going to NYU," she whimpered, eyes shining with unshed tears "I'm so sorry Jay. I know we said-" she stopped when John rolled of the bed to put on his shorts. "What the fuck are you talking about Ro? What the hell do you mean you're going to NYU? Like New York City?" His face was screwed up in anger and confusion. All of a sudden Rose felt 12 instead of 18, shame and guilt making it hard for her to breathe. "Yes Jay. New York City." She couldn't look at him. She didn't have to, to know he was rooting his hands through his hair, face turning red. "What about Stanford? Huh? What about our plans, what about you and me?!" He started to yell, but she took it, it could've been worse. After all she had betrayed him, he could've been crying. "I gave up Toronto for you! Toronto! You told me you wanted to be together so I stayed in fucking California. Are you even listening? LOOK AT ME." The command was so different from the last time he'd said it, before it was love, reverence. Now? Now it was anger and frustration and...resentment. Rose met his eyes and let the tears fall. He was glaring at her, the mouth that had been kissing and praising her, twisted into a sneer. "And you chose now to tell me? That? You thought pussy would soften the blow?" Rose winced in response "How could you do this to me?" In truth Rose didn't know. She just knew that NYU had been her only shot. Marketing was a hard industry and NYU was unparalleled. "I don't know." She replied. John cursed again, got dressed and stormed to the door. "You fucked me over Rose. I just hope you can live with yourself." With that John walked out of the door and out of her life. -o-o- It had taken Rose a total of ten minutes to decide that she was going to have coffee with John. 'After all,' she'd mused 'I did vow professionalism, and there is nothing wrong with a coffee date, no, a coffee meeting with a client. I'll just have to do my best to keep it from turning inappropriate. No matter how inappropriate being around John makes me.' It had taken Rose one elevator ride to regret making such a decision. Her secretary, a "spirited" young woman named Calisto, had wiggled her dyed purple eyebrows suggestively before handing Rose the phone number at 1:15. "Shut up." Rose bit when she met Calisto's suggestive eyes. "I didn't say anything, Rosemary." Calisto's chuckled and went back to her work, humming carelessly. Rose turned away to make the call in private when Calisto called out. "But if I had said anything, it would've been that he was smoking, boss. Like 'there's a fire but please don't put it out' smoking." She teased. "Thank you for that completely unnecessary comment Cal." "Anytime!" Rose thought back and shook her head. Cal was crazy. "Obviously she's just as crazy as I am for agreeing to this." She tapped her foot quickly, wringing her hands as she muttered aloud. "Why was he so damned happy to see me? The last time I saw him he told me I ruined his life." Rose gasped deeply and slammed her fist into her open palm. "It's a trap!" "If you say so Admiral Ackbar." John whispered into her ear. She barely muffled her scream but couldn't fully rein back her reaction and elbowed John in his abdomen. She cringed at his groan and turned to assess the damaged she'd caused. "Oh God, John I am so sorry. I mean, you shouldn't have snuck up on me, but still." He held up his hand to stop her despite being bent at the waist. "I'm fine. Don't even worry about it, I've had worse." Before he could stand upright again, a pained look flittered across Rose's face. Yes he had suffered worse, courtesy of Rose herself. She couldn't stand it anymore, she had to ask. "How are you doing this?" Visibly confused, John looked at his ex-flame for a moment before patting himself on the stomach with a closed fist. "Core exercises I guess? You aren't as strong as you think, the groan was mostly just for show." Rose would have laughed if it didn't feel like there was a lead ball in her stomach. "No, John. How are you being so calm about seeing me again, I fucked you over remember? Those were your exact words. If you did to me what I did to you I would've walked out of that conference room as soon as I recognized you." John's confusion melted into a serious sort of understanding. "Let's talk about that at the café hmm? Somewhere with privacy." He nodded his head toward the large glass doors outside of which a sleek black car waited. Rose took a deep breath and followed his lead. I Missed You Ch. 03 Author's Note: I wrote this right after submitting Ch. 2 and I'm really happy with it. In Ch. 4 I'm including the scene that inspired me to write this whole thing. So look out for it! Thank you for the support! ******** "Ok." Rose huffed, after they'd both picked up their drinks at the only Red Rocket Café in the city's core. She sat across from John at their small table, playing with the straw in her iced black tea. "I need to know what's going on in that head of yours John. Why so welcoming? What I did was horrible, and I felt bad about it every day for two years." For a moment John looked at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing like he was unable to form his desired sentence. Suddenly he'd looked down at her again and Rose gulped at the intensity in his gaze. She closed her eyes in preparation for...anything really. Tears, screaming, coldness. "What? Only two years?" John chuckled. Rose eyes snapped open and her temples had throbbed in anger. She couldn't believe he was joking about this. Had she been the only one affected by how they split up? Did John never care? Rose knew it wasn't truly her place to be mad but goddamn it, the two hadn't parted on exactly fine terms. In fact she remembered that on their graduation day when she had tried to apologize again, John had stared at her with cold eyes, shook his head, and said "enough." "Oh my god! Will you stop laughing? My anxiety is actually going to make me explode." She sipped on her drink to stop her from cussing him out. He tries my third nerve she'd thought, staring at him try to muffle his chuckles, and I've only got two. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Ok? I can be serious, I swear. Look, yeah, what you did hurt me. It nearly fucking killed me. Was I mad at you? In the beginning hell yeah! It was like you ripped my heart out and sent it in a UPS package to NYC. But I couldn't stay mad. If you hadn't done what you did I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have stayed in contact with Dionte and Chris, we wouldn't have started Triad, and..." He looked up from his drink to gaze at her. "I wouldn't have gotten to see you again." He reached across the table and laced his fingers with hers, lips curved into a soft smile. Rose got lost in it for a short moment before pulling back as if John's fingers had burned her. "Again?" John grumbled. "Why do you keep doing that? Why keep pulling away? I told you I'm not mad right?" "It's a reflex!" Rose defended. "I just didn't want to let my guard down in case..." She trailed off realizing how silly it must sound out loud. He laughed at her incredulously, "In case what? In case I have a diabolic plan? What would I do, hit you?" He stopped laughing when Rose refused to meet his eyes. Then he guffawed even louder, drawing the attention of their fellow patrons. "Jesus. You are crazy." She bristled at that. "Well excuse me for being cautionary." Rose stopped fiddling with her drink and crossed her arms. "And no, fyi, I didn't think you would've hit me. But I did think you would be mad. Any normal person would. And besides, I'm not pulling away because I hate you. I told you I wanted to maintain professionalism, and that is how I want to do it. No flirting, No dates, and definitely no sex." She grinned at him. "It's non-negotiable." Rose laughed when she saw the stricken look on John's face. Now the man had lost composure. That's one point for me Mr. Hayes John buried his face in his hands for a while before he stared at Rose. "There's absolutely no wiggle room on those clauses? I mean since we're both over the past" Rose looked away like she was pondering it for a second. It's kind of nice being on top. "Mm," She hummed. "Maybe I'll concede on the flirting rule. I gotta admit you're real charming when you lay it on thick Jay. But when it comes to the sex and dating, it's not going to happen." "Never?" "Never." "Not even if I promise that if-" John leaned in and searched Rose's eyes. "When you let me make love to you, I'll take my time?" he drawled. Rose sat up, ready to interrupt but John continued on. "Not even if I promise that I'd ruin you? Inside and out. I'd take you hard and filthy and wet, bounce you up and down on my cock until you forget all about your little rules. I'm going to make you submit, make you beg me to spread you open and reduce you to a sweet quivering mess. And I will, I'll have your pretty smooth legs over my shoulders. How does that sound?" John finished on a whisper. Rose unfolded her arms, face open in its shock. Sure they had tried dirty talk when they were younger, but it never had really escalated past the customary breathless "fuck me". John's words made her dizzy with lust. Rose couldn't help but sway in her seat; so much for the upper hand. "I take it you liked that?" the blond propped his chin up on his open palm and let his stare drop from Rose's eyes to her lips, making a show of licking his own. Fortunately, (or unfortunately depending on who you ask) Rose's phone rang shrilly, and broke the tension hanging in the air. For what seemed like hours Rose fumbled with her purse to retrieve her cell. John looked heavenward and cursed whoever the hell was up there. "I almost fucking had it." He hissed. Rose glowered at him when she had her phone in her hand and quickly sassed "No you didn't." "Boss, Sonya's on the warpath. You'd better come back soon. That is assuming you aren't in a motel 6 draped in a white sheet, smoking a cigarette, waiting for Mr. Hot Stuff to get out of the shower and ravish you again." Calisto said over the line. Rose could hear the snickers of a female coworker in the distance. Of course Cal blabbed, it's probably Erica. Rose thought, and did her best to ignore John waggling his eyebrows at her. When Calisto went on to tell her how Sonya was wreaking havoc in the office, Rose giggled at John's display, mouthing at him to stop. "Not that you're listening but please tell Fabio that he is welcome back at the office anytime. And I mean anytime." Another laugh. Rose tuned in and shook her head, despite knowing Calisto couldn't see her. "Cal, I thought you were a lesbian." "Bi, actually. But I do lean towards woman, so there's still a chance for you and me boss. Just let me know if Mr. Hayes can't satisfy." "I'll keep that in mind, sweetheart. I'll be there soon. Bring Sonya some ginger tea, it'll calm her down." The women exchanged goodbyes and Rose ended the call. She stood and John was up in a flash, helping her into her blazer. John drove them back to Rose's office building and pulled up in front. Before she opened the door he leaned towards her again and brushed an errant curl away from her brow. "You know this isn't over right? I'll be seeing you very soon Rosie." He insisted. Rose smiled at him, warm and genuine. "Of course I know that. We have a meeting Monday at 9:30. Don't be late Mr. Hayes." Rose said, gracefully stepped out of the car, and strutted to the glass doors, feeling more confident than she had in months. Inside the car John watched her sashay away from him, and promised himself he would step his game up. I Missed You Ch. 04 Rose sat on her bed, rolling the day's events through her mind. "Holy God." She giggled, then stopped. She was fucking giggling! This man had been back in her life for less than 24 hours and she had already been reduced to a catholic high schooler. She resolved that she needed to control herself, at least at work, and it order to do that she would just have to gush about John at home. And she knew just the ear to yak off. "Hello?" "Mira! Hey sweets, how are you?" Rose greeted her long time best friend over the phone. She heard a quiet shuffle and a man's laugh. "Hang on a moment, Ro." Immediately after Mira said that Rose heard her yell "Stop that you fucking weirdo," and a loud smacking noise followed by a deep but whiny "Miiiiiraaaaa". "Sorry about that. Antonio doesn't know when to keep his hands to himself." She hissed. Rose smiled in response. "You know if you keep abusing him, he's going to leave you." Mira began to reply but Antonio butt in. "Oh I wouldn't dream of it Rosemary, Mira is my soulmate, no matter how...prickly she can be." A loud thud could be heard on the other end of the line followed by a mix of both Spanish and Italian as the lovers probably cussed each other out. "Mira, should I call back later?" Rose managed through her laughs. "What? No, no. Don't worry, Tony was just leaving to go drink with the guys, weren't you Tonio?" Rose couldn't hear his reply so she just assumed it was affirmative and launched into a retelling of this morning's surprise reunion. "Hmm." Mira hummed when Rose had finished. "That's it? Hmm?" Rose balked, she had thought Mira would be more helpful, when she says as much Mira concedes. "I think you should fuck him. I didn't go to high school with you but he sounds attractive enough." She hesitated a moment "But not right away, make him work for it. Men like that." "I'm not going to fuck him! It would just make everything super messy and I really can't afford to screw this up, Sonya would have my ass." "Ugh," Mira grunted, "I never liked that bitch. Who flirts with someone's fiancée right in front of them?" Rose listened to Mira rehash the "Christmas Party Incident" for what could have been the eightieth time. While her best friend ranted she stripped down and got ready for bed. In all honesty she should have been getting ready to go out and party or something, after all it was a Friday night, but work had ridden her hard that day and she decided to save the club for another night. "And then the slut says, 'Oh I had no idea you were engaged, you two don't look like you suit each other at aaaaall!' My ass, you didn't know." Rose rolled her eyes and spoke over Mira's quick stream of Italian expletives. "Yes, Mira I know, it was my Christmas party." "Oh yeah. Anyway, when you do fuck him, and I know you will, tell me all about it, yeah? Ok, love you. Bye." Rose barely got a 'good-night' in before she received an earful of the dial tone. "Nice talking with you Mira. And thanks for the vote of sexual confidence." She muttered to herself. However when she slid in between her sheets she turned what Mira had said over in her head. If John wanted to play games, who was she to stop him? -o-o- Rose stepped into the elevator Monday morning and pulled on the hem of her leather pencil skirt. She smoothed down the breezy white shirt she had tucked into her waistband. "You look so damn good." She fluffed her hair in the reflection of the elevator's chrome walls. She pressed the close door button but switched when she heard someone yell for her to hold the elevator. The doors opened again to reveal John standing with a smile on his face. Once he realized who his ride companion was to be the smile transformed into a grin. He settled in next to her and they both stared forward, neither willing to give first. "Good morning Ms. Carmichael." John greeted, his tone was cordial and polite, despite the sight of Rose in a leather skirt making him want to be the exact opposite. "Good morning Mr. Hayes." Rose responded. For good measure she held her hand in front of her, checking her manicure. After a few seconds John turned to her, and Rose smiled internally. This is my win. "You won't be able to keep this up you know." He spoke. He stared at her with eyes that seemed earnest. "Can't I Jay?" She cooed. Then Rose turned her head to address him, eyebrows knitted together. "I don't think you understand John. My willpower is Olympian. I will not break." She smirked and placed her hands on her hips, glad to make her point. John regarded her for a moment. As much as she liked to say otherwise Rose was just the same as she was in high school. Always eager to best someone in words, she was after all the debate team captain. "Oh I have no doubt you won't break, but you will bend." His voice dropped lower "Preferably over a desk with your panties around your ankles and that fucking skirt around your waist." He loved that little 'o' her mouth made when she was shocked, however he didn't get to see it. She simply looked at him up and down before staring him dead in the eye and saying. "What panties?" She'd never seen a smile drop from a man's face so fast. The elevator chimed their arrival to the 14th floor and she sauntered out, humming the tune of a Beyoncé song. "Fuck!" John cursed, adjusting himself in his trousers, almost forgetting to exit the elevator. She was getting harder to ruffle, and John, well John was just getting harder. He followed Rose into the office, eyes trailing the tempting sway of her hips and round ass, trapped in shiny black leather. This woman is literally evil. "Good morning Rose, and good morning Mr. Hayes." Rose's assistant chirped from behind her desk, her eyes bouncing from Rose to John, her grin both large and leery. "No Calisto," Rose droned in a bored voice, without even looking at her. It took John a moment to conclude that Calisto believed they'd walked in together because they'd woken up together, but when he had he returned Calisto's grin. John leaned against her desk and watched Rose disappear into her office. "Not yet." He told her, still staring at the now closed door. "Well Mr. Hayes, the day has only just begun," She jerked her head towards the door and whispered, "I'll make sure the two of you aren't disturbed." John stood upright, fixed the cuffs of his suit jacket and mouthed a thank you to Calisto before entering Rose's office without knocking, He should've fucking knocked. Because there was Rose bent over at the waist picking something (truthfully John didn't know and he really didn't care) up off the floor. If he had thought the leather was sexy earlier, Rose's smooth brown thighs being exposed by the tight skirt sliding up just so was just obscene. John let out a shaky breath and walked slowly behind her, almost whimpering when she stood upright again. Quietly he slid his hands around her waist, but frowned when she grabbed his hands to stop him. "I don't think so." Rose warned him, John guessed her voice was supposed to sound stern but he could hear the small inkling of desire in her tone. He turned her around, slid his hands from her waist to her ass and squeezed. "John!" Rose gasped, placed her hands on his shoulders and allowed herself to be steered toward her desk. John said nothing in reply and nosed along her jaw, laying hot open mouthed kisses along her neck. Rose's nipples hardened in response and her small protestations tapered down to whispers and unsteady breaths. John brought his hands to the front of her thighs and slid her skirt up around her waist. "Christ," he hissed. She hadn't just been bluffing, there had been nothing under the skirt as she'd hinted. The exposed skin seemed to jar Rose back and she pressed against him, trying to gain some distance. John grunted in response but didn't move, instead opting to turn Rose back around again before whispering in her ear, "Relax, doll. I'm not going to fuck you, not yet. But I'll be damned if I'm not going to make you come." With that he slid one hand up to play with her shirt clad nipple while the other slid through her wet folds. Rose nearly cried in relief as John began teasing her sex, his middle finger tracing her labia before inserting the digit into her entrance. Rose moaned in need as he pumped the finger in and out of her, mimicking the deed he was so intent on completing at a later date. He pinched the hard peak of her breast before abandoning the thrust of his finger to play with her clit. Rose's head was spinning. Her breath coming out in hot pants, she was beyond words, but the same couldn't be said for her tormentor. "You always did like this. Me playing with your little clit. I'm going to make you come just like this, right in your office where anyone could walk in." A shiver racked through her and it didn't escape his notice. "Oh? You'd like that wouldn't you? To have someone waltz in here and see you grinding your sweet wet cunt on my hand, desperate to get off like a whore." She bucked her hips back into his hard cock, whimpering his name over and over. "It's okay baby, I've got you. Just let go." He sped up his fingers and Rose bit her lip to quiet her groans as her body shook with pleasure. She came all over his hand, feeling her juices slide down the inside of her thighs. Rose slumped against the desk, the cool wood a welcome contrast to her feverish state. John moved his hand and slipped out of the office. Rose was instantly brought back to earth. How could he just leave like that? Guess I gave him what he wanted so he bolted. Fucking typical. She had just hoisted herself up (on shaky legs of course) when the door opened again. Rose rushed to right herself but relaxed when she realized it was John again, this time with a wad of paper towels from the staff room. "Up on the desk, sweets." He ordered, his eyes both dark with desire and fond at the same time. Too tired to resist she sat up on the oak. John began to wipe down her thighs slowly and methodically, only stopping to kiss her on the lips once, soft and chaste, a universe different from the dirty ministrations he'd performed on her minutes before. Once he was finished he tossed the paper into the trash can and breathed in deeply, shoulders dropping with his loud exhale. He met her eyes and winked, smile warm and sweet. "Now I don't know about you, but I feel worlds better." ********* A/N: I'm back! Sorry about the wait but my students have me going insane. So I tried to make it extra-long just for all of you lovely people. So? What'd you think of the elevator exchange? It was my favourite thing to write, it sparked the entire story tbh. Also I hope you enjoyed the office "sex", my boyfriend helped me write it ;) Last but not least I was thinking of writing another story in this universe, with either Cal or Mira, lemme know what you'd rather see. Of course I won't start it until I finish this. Thank you for all the encouragement! Xox Rose. P.S The song Rose was humming was Beyoncé's Partition. P.P.S I love when guys in suits fix their cuffs.