Bad Girlfriend Ch. 02

He didn't even need to get up and look at the phone, he knew it was probably Alexa. He let it go to voicemail.

The phone stopped ringing, then within a minute it was ringing again. He still ignored it. A minute later, it rang again. He finally figured he'd go ahead and let her know what was what. No use prolonging cutting her off. She obviously would keep blowing his phone up until he either talked to her or went over and killed her. He opted to talk to her.

He opened the phone and pressed the button to take the call.

"Hello."

"Justin? Baby, I'm glad you answered. I'm so sorry about last night. It was a big misunderstanding."

Justin sucked in a deep breath. "Didn't sound like much was misunderstood, except my thinking you were not attached. You told me you weren't seeing anyone. Then your husband shows up? Baby, that's too much drama for me. I'm looking for something different. All that shit is not my style."

"I know Justin, I'm sorry. He's my ex, but we're not together. Sometimes we would get together for sex, just to get through, you know? But we're not together. I've been looking for somebody like you. Damn, don't let him run you off, just when I found you."

"You should have told me about him. I don't like getting ambushed. And I sure in the fuck don't feel I should be fighting over somebody else's woman, so maybe you need to work that shit out with him. At any rate, forget you got my number, because we won't be getting together again."

He could hear the desperation mounting in her voice. She gasped slightly. "Justin wait, can't we try this again? I'll take care of Antwon. I told him not to come by like that again. I really like you Justin, and we had a real connection. I want to get to know you. Don't just walk away from me."

Justin rubbed his temples, breathing in hard and expelling the air even harder. "Look, Alexa. I'm just not feeling you now, ok? The sex was next level, but this shit with your husband was whacked. I can't deal with that, so I think it's best not to get together again. You take care, and good luck with Antwon."

Alexa was still groveling, but Justin hung up, ending the episode. He had said all he needed to say. He couldn't deal with shit like that. He'd miss fucking her ass, knowing she was a straight freak. But uh-uh.

His phone continued to ring two, three more times, until he got back up and shut if off. She'd get the message eventually. Thank God she didn't know where he lived.

Justin finally dragged himself from the bed, and decided to go to the gym to work off his tension and frustration. Normally, he would have met Devon there and shot a few games. But after that scene at the club, he had no desire to speak to him, let alone play ball with him.

Justin hit the weights, ran around the track, and got a game going with a few of the other guys he knew who caught up with him. He tried to keep focused on the physical activity, but his mind kept drifting back to Alexa. Why the hell was he still thinking about her? That shit was over. No way would he get caught up in some high-school shit like that.

Here he was, about to become Regional Manager and get bumped up to a Senior Vice President. He was degreed and cultured. Women were constantly coming on to him, because they recognized he was a quality package. But none had grabbed his attention like Alexa. He just couldn't shake the feeling he was getting down in his balls, when he relived the sight of her with her legs splayed wide, and his dick sliding deep inside her. He shook his head and tried to focus on the ball in his hand, as he ran down the court.

Justin decided to spend the night at home with his manuals again, getting prepared for the big conversion on Monday. He stopped off for dinner, eventually settling on jerk chicken from the Jamaican restaurant not far from the gym.

He was walking out of the door with his order in hand, when he spied Alexa walking towards him with two of her friends. Of all the dumb luck. He wished he could evaporate and be whisked away with the wind, but he bristled and stood taller, pushing his way through the door to face her.

As soon as she spotted him, her face lit up with a wide smile. Her eyes looked him up and down like a lion eyeing his catch before devouring it. She seemed to be enjoying the view of his rippling muscles on display through the fitted tank top he was sporting.

"Hi Justin."

"Alexa."

He could tell she was trying to contain herself, trying not to look at him too hard, just as he was doing to her. He tried to keep his eyes in front of him, and not on the tight jeans she was wearing, topped off with the tight acid green tee shirt with the plunging neckline. Her breasts were sitting high, with visible cleavage pushing through the wide opening of the shirt. Her hair was down, and it was blowing around her face. She turned to glance at him again, as she pushed her hair back, trying to control it. He could see her through the corner of his eye, until he got down close to where his car was parked in the lot. He heard her friend saying something to her, and suddenly he heard her call out his name, right as he was opening his car door to get in and speed away. Speed away before he gave in to the thoughts that his body was driving into his brain.

"Justin, wait!" Alexa bounced towards him. He stopped reluctantly, allowing her to approach, instead of following his impulse to leave her hanging.

"What is it? I don't have a lot of time, got somewhere to be..."

"Justin, look, I'm glad I ran into you. I know you refused to talk to me, but I really want to apologize for last night. I was so into you, I mean, I'm still into you. I wish you'd give me another chance."

Justin continued to place his food on the front seat of the car, closing the door and swinging his keys around his finger. He turned to face her, trying to ignore the heaving breasts on display right in front of his lips, er, eyes.

"Look, I told you, I don't think it's a good idea to see each other again. I don't date women with your kind of baggage. My life is crazy enough, with the wanton hours I keep with my job. I don't have time for your type of scene."

Her light brown eyes looked sad, and she reached out and touched his arm. A light, feathery touch that sent shivers up and down his spine. His dick was talking to him, twitching in his pants, as his brain started replaying the scenes from their fuck fest. He wanted her, he knew he did, but he didn't want the rest of what she may be bringing to the table.

She ran her fingers up and down his arm again, caressing his muscles, moving along his veins. He moved back a step. He sure couldn't deny the sparks he was starting to feel, and his body was awakening with a renewed stream of desire.

"Why don't I come to your place tonight? We can just talk, can't we? I know you're feeling me Justin, just like I'm feeling you. I don't want to let what we shared last night go to waste. You were fantastic, but it was more than sex." She came closer to him, invading his personal space, putting her body right up against his. This time, he didn't move away. "I really would like to work this out. Can't we just talk? No strings?"

Justin was trying to play hard, but he was caving in. Her lips were quivering, shimmering with a light pink color, slightly separated, begging him to kiss them. He kept his hands at his side, despite the fact that she had her hands rubbing across his chest, and back to his exposed arms. Her caress caused his muscles to tighten under his tank top. He tried to be tough and not melt down in front of this temptress, but her scorching touch on his skin was sending the wrong messages to his pleasure center.

"What do we have to talk about? I thought I laid it all out on the phone earlier today." He breathed deeply, trying to keep calm and not let her see that she was getting under his skin.

"Can't we forget about last night? Let's just start over, Mr. Vice President. Can we do that?" she purred.

The wind was blowing her hair around, and this time he reflexively moved his hand to brush the mane off her face. "You want to forget about the sex too?"

She eased the rest of her body against him, pressing into him tightly. Her body was hot, and he felt her nipples harden, poking through the material of her shirt and his, inviting a squeeze. He finally gave in to her temptation, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her succulent lips into his. He let his linger on hers, swirling his tongue around her mouth just long enough to remind himself of her sweet flavor. He released the suction from her lips gradually, watching her head tilt back as she slowly opened her eyes. He let his fingers graze along her graceful neck down to her collar bone, resting his hand just below her shoulder.

"Mmmm, no, I sure don't want to forget about the sex," she responded with a low groan. "Was that a yes, that I can come with you?"

He smiled, feeling the tingling starting to radiate out from his balls and dick, and reverberate all through his veins. He shook his head. "I must be crazy for doing this, but yes, we can talk. You driving?"

"No, I came with my girls."

She looked around , and her friends were just leaving the restaurant, looking around the parking lot for her.

"Just let me go tell them I'm going with you. Be right back. Don't go anywhere, handsome."

Justin stood there, leaning over the top of his car, watching her switch over to her friends. He must be out of his mind. Why was he putting himself in the middle of this crazy relationship? Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was thinking. Maybe she really wasn't hooked on her ex. And from the way she fucked him, even if she was, he didn't think she'd have a reason to go back. Fuck the talking, he was ready to wax her ass again.

Justin heard the girls laughing, as they smacked Alexa on the ass, and gave her the food she ordered, sending her back to him.

"All set, Miss?" He walked around to the passenger side and opened the car door for her.

"Let's go Big Daddy."

Justin drove towards his house, working the stick in the car, while Alexa worked his stick. He sure hoped he wasn't making a mistake by letting her juicy, hot pussy cloud his good judgment. He'd just have to lay the law down. That's just what he'd do, as soon as he finished peeling those clothes off her, and taking her for a ride on his private roller coaster.