Jaded 4 Lyfe <|3

When I walked in, he was just sitting there. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think. Gray always did this to me. For as far back as I can remember, he has had the weird ability to freeze up my thoughts. He even catches my eyes. My eyes are his very own personal prisoners. There to look at him and only him. I've asked myself a hundred times why I don't just walk straight up to him and just, well, curse him. He has caused me so much pain in the last ten years. Shouldn't I be entitled to a little hatred towards him? He has flaunted his whores in front of me. I hate him for that. However, Cora Lee does not show emotion. I never show when I am hurt. Least of all to him. Gray would just use my lust for him as a pawn to get to my money. He is ruthless, and I have inheritance worth millions coming to me. Now I'm at a run down bar in the middle of a gang infested part of the city, meeting Gray Hollins, my worse nightmare and my lustiest dream, all in one package.

"Cora." My name sounded good on his lips. Just to spite me, my heart skipped a beat.
"Gray?" The name came from somewhere deep in my throat. Treacherous body!
"You look... good." His eyes roamed down my body slowly. God! The heat of it! He could never know how I react to him.
"As do you. Now, why have you called me to the disgusting place? And don't tell me you 'just wanted to catch up' one more time or I swear I will keel over right here!" I was mad. Not at him exactly. More so at myself for wanting him. He wore a pair of worn jeans and a Foreigner t-shirt. I wanted to strip them off. I had wanted to strip his clothes off of him for years. Since we met in college almost ten years ago.
"Wow, okay. I'm here to proposition you." He raised an eyebrow and looked, it couldn't be, lusty. I had to sit. I was too afraid my knees would turn to rubber underneath me. He was tucked in a booth so I had no choice but to scoot in next to him as there were no chairs to be seen.
"What kind of proposition are you talking about, Gray? I haven't heard from you in years and you just pop up out of the blue to meet with me. For what? Just tell me already!" He turned himself to face me fully. I could smell the spice of his skin. Heat rushed everywhere as a result. How could this man do this to me? Before I even knew it was coming, his lips were on mine. At first it was gentle. His tongue pushed its way past mine, and his taste was like a drug. Suddenly, I couldn't get enough. I knew I'd die if he stopped. I put my fingers through his short brown hair. It was soft, almost like silk. His kiss got harder, more desperate. His hands were all over me now. God, it was heaven. Then, just as suddenly as it began, he ripped his mouth from mine.