Flames Of Passion In Los Angeles

Ana POV

*Alarm clock goes off*

Ughh...

I reach out my hand and I turn off my alarm.

I hate alarms, reminds me of work...

While on the topic of work, I need to find a job ASAP. My boss from my job in Euromania dropped me and gave my position to somebody else. Although I am not really complaining, the job didn't pay well anyways.

I am getting tired of taking my parent's money. They are insisting on helping me, helping me until I find a job, but I find it as taking their money.

I open my eyes and that is when it hits me like a train...

"I am flying to Los Angeles today!?"

I look at the time. 8:30 AM.

My flight is meant to depart at 5:00 PM from Belgrade to Euromania, meaning I have to be at the airport at 3:00 PM, meaning that both I and Andrea should begin our journey to the airport at... 2:00 PM, in around 2 PM.

I quickly get up, go to the bathroom, do my toilet business, brush my teeth before hopping into my shower tub. I turn the water on, putting it that bit warmer than I usually adjust it at.

I smile at the thought of me being in James's arms is slowly turning from my fantasies into reality.

I begin to rub my body and with every rub, memories of James come flushing back, I can feel my heart speed up as my body is becoming warmer, the water is just speeding up the progress, and I know where this is heading. I can't, not now, not today.

So before things escalate to the levels that I can't do anything, I twist the knob of the shower faucet towards the blue part, a few very small pushes. Within seconds, the water cools down, helping my get a control of my mind.

"Not now, save it for later... save it all for James..." I tell myself as I now cannot get him out of my head. Why does L.A. have to be so far away?

I finish with my shower, I exit and walk over into my room where I first put on my bra and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r.

I can already feel the euphoria overwhelm my body as the only way to release the pressure is by smiling. Sometimes I love life so much!

After my bra and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, I go towards my closet and pick out the fancy but comfortable clothes that I will wear on the two flights. So I pick out some jeans, the jeans that Andrea bought me, very comfortable yet s.e.xy! Now for my top, that is where I have the difficulty of choosing... If only Andrea was here right now...

I look over my tops, from shirts to t-shirts to my V-necked shirts, to my blouses, god was isn't there to look over... Then I remember something that Andrea told me a while ago. If you can't find anything to wear, then mix and match.

And as I am looking for something to mix and match I suddenly stop.

"Wait, what!? I don't know I had this!" I exclaim, reaching for a black jumper, and when I pull it out and unfold it, I remember.

"Ohhh, it was that jumper that was too big for me... right...". I totally forgot I still had it.

I take it and I look at the light blue denim jeans that I picked out, they would go really good together, so I quickly put them on.

"Damn, I look cute already!!" I compliment myself as I check myself out in the mirror.

I better not fish someone else while travelling...

"Time to get my hair and my make up done...".

I hop into the bathroom with my hair curler, I place the fuse into the power outlet and I let the machine heat up and while waiting, I begin my make up.

I apply some foundation, highlighter, some concealer and all of the starting stuff, then I stop as I begin doing my hair, within what seemed to be an hour of doing my hair, I finally finish and I return and continue from where I stopped with my make up. I proceed onto my eyebrows, then I do my eyeliner, then my bronzer, blush, eye shadow before setting it all with my setting spray, and finally, after half an hour, I top everything off by applying some lipstick, red lipstick.

"Looking s.e.xy, Ana..." I compliment myself as I am now really wondering what will James say when he sees me, I guess I could send him a sneak peek...

I rush over into my bedroom, grab my phone and I take a very nice selfie, I do my trademark lip bite and I write something on the photo, 'Wish you were here right now...'. Send.

I cant wait to see his reply, but before I could go any further, Andrea calls me.

"Ana, I am getting ready now, I might be a bit late, had a... situation going on..."

"Andrea, just a bit more... Jos malo duso... molim te. (Just a bit more honey... please.)" I hear a familiar voice in the background.

"Is... is that Darko in the back?" I ask her.

Silence.

I can't help but smile.

"So it is?..."

"Okay... we may have kissed and made up..." she admits.

"Made up with some s.e.x?..." I ask, sounding like a freak as I smile, I am so happy for her tho.

"Yes... and why are you asking, that sounds really weird and it is an uncomfortable question to answer..." Andrea replies.

"I am sorry, I couldn't contain myself, I am just so happy for you...".

"Yeah, I am happy for me too..." she replies.

"I am so glad...".

"I'll be at yours in a few minutes... I hope..." Andrea says.

"Okay, I'll be waiting!" I reply.

"See you soon," she replies.

"Bye.".

I end the call, and I see that James sent me a message. I can feel my heart flutter. I go into the text.

James:

You look so f.u.c.k.i.n.g beautiful, I can't wait to smear all of your lipstick with my lips.

James:

F.u.c.k, I am at work, me getting hard at work will not look all too well.

Oops... Sorry, not sorry... I laugh to myself.

Ahh, I am gonna leave him be...

Ana:

I can't wait to see you!

James:

I cant wait to see you too baby, I can't wait to hug you, wrap my arms around you.

I can't wait to see you n.a.k.e.d again... I smile to myself as I recall the pictures of James's n.a.k.e.d body from the back of my brain.

Ana:

I love you!

James:

I love you too baby.

I smile at his message as I place my phone on the bed before standing up and heading into my kitchen, where I'll make my breakfast.

James POV

*Here, content might get a bit... steamy...*

*So you know...*

*Yup...*

I am in my office, sitting on my chair, head laid back with my worked on her knees, s.u.c.k.i.n.g me off.

I grab her hair, forcing her further down my c.o.c.k, cursing as I can feel her mouth and throat contract around my c.o.c.k.

"F.u.c.k...".

I hear her m.o.a.n as she speeds up, I begin buckling my h.i.p.s as I can feel myself getting close.

My shaft exits her mouth as she begins rubbing the head, faster and faster

The thoughts of Ana and her n.a.k.e.d body send me over the edge.

"F.u.c.k!!" I shout out, spraying all of my juice all over her face.

I sit back onto my black, leather chair, zipping myself up before giving her some tissues to get cleaned up.

"Hurry the hell up and get the f.u.c.k out of here..." I tell her, trying to remain calm, I am angry... at myself, I am angry because I allowed myself to do this to me, to Ana.

"But don't you want-".

Before she could finish, I interrupted her.

"Are you f.u.c.k.i.n.g deaf? Get.The F.u.c.k.Out.Of.Here!".

She stands up, and begins making her way towards the door, wiggling her a.s.s on purpose. She knows I want more, but I can't let that f.u.c.k.i.n.g happen! I can't allow myself to do that to Ana.

She opens the door, and walks out, but before closing the door she pops her head in.

"I feel sorry for the bitch that has to keep up with your miserable a.s.s...".

But before I could say anything, she closes the door shut.

She is a definition of a f.u.c.k.i.n.g bitch. God what's is it with me and my cursing...

I stand up and walk over to where my whiskey is and I get a clean glass. I pour some into the glass and down it all, hoping it will cure my anger...

"F.u.c.k this shit!" I throw the glass with all of my manly power against a wall, causing to shatter into a million pieces as I begin to run my hands through my hair.

I just hope that Ana does not find out about this.