3 years later.

"Good to have you back, my wife and I didn't know where we would have gone without you." The gruff voice of my regular Jim screams into my mini shop rumbling the glass.

"It's so good to be back Jim, I would have missed you guys like crazy." I respond with a newfound of gratitude for the man.

We smile at each other before he heads out with holding a bouquet of rose berry lilies, he is going to make up for something, he comes in twice a week, I can almost know his routine, red lilies for something he forgot, rose berry lilies are for any argument. I shake my head watching the peppercorn haired man walk out to his car in the large mirror.

But I am grateful to him and the rest of my regulars for keeping the place going, after returning home it took me a few months to get back into society, my mother of course no help, in fact maybe if I came home pregnant, she'd be more than happy. Life was definitely tough to get back to, but I will say that I am seeing it in a new light. For crise sake I was almost mauled by a mountain lion, as the thought came up so did the tingle of my arms, the ghost of its claws gave me goosebumps, I always fight to look at it, these scars not only remind me of the day I almost became cat-food, but -

Just as I was looking out into nothing, a vision of white flashed with an image in the middle, the beautiful backside of a head with a set of full golden hair. Quickly blinking out and swallowing the cries, going over my montage for the 80th time today alone. No, it's best never to think of him again. I know there are millions of fish in the sea, but that one was the prettiest to look at and keep to myself.

God that is not the way that goes, somehow it made me feel worse than better. I miss him, even after all this time that passed, countless of dates, he was all I could see, maybe if I get lost again and -

"Jane, sweety how are you" screamed the very voice I avoided for days.

Just as I was wiping away a tear, the one and only walked in, crap. Inconspicuously, I wipe a single tear that rolled down my left cheek quickly before she asks me what's wrong.

"Hi, mom" I say annoyed, in our native tongue she cursed at me about how that's not the proper way to greet your mother. Removing myself from behind the counter to go up and kiss her on the cheek.

"Hi mom" I repeat planting a kiss on her left cheek. Boy, the Haitian Tradition can be aggravating for introverts like me.

I'm not in the mood for whatever it is she here to tell me and I bet you it is abou-

"I set you up with this boy,"

What I tell you, walking away I feel her eyes trailing and down my body. "Your twenty-eight years old, are you going to stay single forever, no kids or nothing? Your cousin is already on her third baby, and you have none."

Does she have to rub it in? Rolling my eyes "mom please stop comparing me to other people, why don't you focus on your real daughter's life and happiness than dream about someone else's" I speak in Our mother tongue.

Of course, anything she doesn't like she feels as though she is being insulted. "Well than I guess you're going to be single forever, what guy will marry you with that attitude."

"What attitu-"

"Bye" as she turns to walk away, she examines my shop before turning back to me to give me a pitiful look "You gave up going to school to become a nurse for this place? Poor decision" not bothering to hear anything she strides out.

Normally I'd swallow it all but in the fragile state of mind I'm in, once more the tears spill letting me fall to the ground.

The day still turned well with sales and gifts from my seasonal customers, I'm exhausted and hungry, time to go update my boos. Closing up shop for the day, my phone pings vibrating in my purse, relaxing my fascial expression once I recognized the sound, Justine's ringing is set up differently.

"Heyyyyy" I sing starting towards my walk.

"Have you closed up your shop?" There is loud laughter in the background and what sounds like music.

Turning around the block with my hands in my coat "Y-yea, where are you" I speak with my brows furrowed trying to hear mostly her voice and not the sounds in the background.

"Can you come to 48 lounge 6ths?"

It's like she is looking back at something to speak to me, " I have someone hear you'd want to meet."

My heart Jumps, could it? No? "Wh-who is it" my voice shakes heavy, and I can feel my heart raging inside setting a blaze of fireworks within. Halting I wait for her answer. "Justine" I practically scream when she doesn't answer.

It's like when someone says, 'Guess what' and stay quiet, like Speak dammit.

"Oh, sorry lol, it's a friend from high school that wants to see you, remember Cameron?"

The drumming of my heartbeat falls, "Y-yea I do" I remember Cameron very well, chunky guy with green eyes, spoiled rich kid in my eyes. The only thing that makes up for it actually, he was the most dated and not even once did he ever think it was for his money.

People can change, "Uh alright let me go get dressed."

"Just come in your clothes now"

Looking down, I cringe at the Jeans that were ripped in the knees to the white spaghetti strap of my shirt. Thank Goodness for my figure, I could just go to the lounge like this, I have my beige coat to help me, but there was an awakening, a hunger that's seeped through me, right in between my legs at the thought of an individual. The angry sensation has my thighs squeezing, I need to get home and take care of this first and foremost I speak to myself inwardly before hanging up on Justine and 'Usain Bolt' it home.

Slamming my room shut, I throw myself on the bed, first going for my breast that aches so painfully to be tugged, I throw my head back once I grabbed the both of them, how did he do it again? Oh right, a moan clawed its way out of my throat once I succeeded in mimicking the way 'He' did it, -thumbs pressing down the nipple rolling it with a slight aggression to earn that moan out of me before gently grabbing it with his teeth.

My breasts were large enough to do that, but I could never get the teeth teasing right, especially when he would flick it every now and then with his tongue when least expect it. For someone not surrounded by women all the time, he had a deep appetite, how does he contain it? Doesn't a man have their needs?

The horrible teasing only irritated the ongoing need between my legs, nothing in the stores were the perfect size, only my fingers could get me to the bare minimum. Digging my fingers inside I felt the spot than, arching my back the way I did for him, the way he handled me in front of that tree that day.

So gentle yet aggressively, never knew those words could go two and two to describe sex but Rowan paved the way. I haven't spoken his name since the last I saw him, Just as I said it my body achieved the maximum again, out flies' liters of water from my pussy, pressure so powerful my body couldn't keep up; trembling, with my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Trying to close my legs was pointless, the liquid demanded to escape creaming and wetting my fuzzed pink carpet.

Just by saying his name did all of this? he has more control over my body than I thought, even after all this time.

Even after receding the pleasure my body still trembles, I'm about to close my eyes from the impactful orgasm when my phone pings again.

"Justine, I'll be right there" I try to hide my hoarse voice to not give away my recent activities.

"Hurry up, aghhhh" she fangirls.

My legs still tremble along with my body, touching the ground felt like I was walking through a puddle. My whole carpet in the middle is drenched in warm liquid, even my vanity mirror got a little wet, oh dear.

I really don't want to go, I'd much prefer to be home repeating that episode again, or updating my new stories on Watt-pad, yet there I was standing in front of the hit lounge In New York. I can hear all the fake laughter and bodies of people walking around scuffing the floor. As much as my feet that were glued to the ground felt like I was pulling an anchor I have my word to Justine I'd show, she knows where we live, she wound bring everyone over to the house. And the house is still strong with my, my uhhh-

Shaking my head I open the door, already the noise level makes me cringe, that and paired with the music makes me want to turn away and hide. Walking into the lounge felt the gates of hell, I'm never prepared for this type of stuff, everyone had on pajamas, or sweats and o show up in Heels and a buss down jean dress with my hair fluffed out. Everyone seizing me as I walked by - excuse me for wanting to look good on my first day in society - seems I only outcasted myself more.

Watt-pad prepared me for situations to being awkward, so I just rolled my eyes.

"Jane Hun over here" Came Justine's voice rang in while i caught her manicured hand waving in the distance. Next to her was Philip that paid me no mind of course, lifting his beer can take a sip with an arm around Justine and across from them was - who the hell is that? He's hot.

Walking over to the table with my eyes glued on the mystery man "Hi" I say to the table.
A nod from Philip a smirk from mystery guy, only Justine rose up to greet me properly. No wonder women have had enough of men, this is Bulls-

"Thank you so much for coming."

Well, you literally wouldn't let me miss it ... I speak inwardly.

Taking my back she pushed me onto the seat across from me, "You remember Cameron" I look at her confused, where was he? With that the man stands; height towering over mine, midnight hair gelled to the back with fresh cuts on the side, dark brows and hazel eyes face to match, large muscles and a small beer belly in the making. It is big boy season, holy shit.

"Ca-Cameron?" My eyes trail up from his leather shoes and khaki pants well ironed until it leads to a pink tucked in shirt with a polo symbol on the side. Typical rich boy aesthetic, but I'll let it slide.

"Jane " his voice was enough to blow my soul away, my knees tremble with the deep gruffness, oh dear.

"Wow, look at you." I smile at him, still admiring his large physic, light tanned skin with mini veins to decorate his arms as he extends them towards me.

Taking his hands - well allowing mine to be swallowed by his large ones he responds to my greeting with a statement "You certainly look appetizing as ever" His eyes trailing up my body, just as he said that he smirked towards Philip who snorted a laugh trying to look away.

"Uh what?" I look between the two feeling a slight insecure. What did that mean?

"Nothing, nothing have a seat" He pulls his pants up at the knees and sits down with a grunt, not bothering to help me with my seat.

"So, Jane, Cameron here wanted to see you today" Justine smiles leaning into Phillips arm that was placed behind her chair.

"Really?" I genuinely say and look at him.

"Of course," he responded looking at me in the eyes, it almost seemed as though he's maintaining a fake stoic expression. " I hope you're comfortable in the chair I picked out for you, it's a brand-new ARMCHAIR."

The drink in Philips mouth almost goes flying across the room when he heard the statement, what is going on? Awkwardly I smile at everything around me.

"What's so funny?" Justine says, a face of genuine confusion as she looks at both Cameron and her boyfriend.

"Nothing babe, nothing" Philip says after heaving, rubbing her shoulder, his face Cherry red from his laughter from earlier, a closer look and You could see tears in his eyes.

"What did you do after high school?" I calmly asked after the both of them stopped their laughter.

"Opened some new companies of course" he says Matter of fact like, him and Philip reach over and slam their palms together in handshake.

"Oh, what companies"

"You need to get out more, obviously you're sitting in it." He says before pulling out his phone, Philip laughs at the comment.

"There is a better way to talk to someone and that's not it." Justine says throwing daggers at Cameron.

"Babe relax, he's just joking". Philip tries to chime in in Cameron's behalf.

Only asshole rich kids understand asshole rich kids, I knew coming out here was a mistake, I'm still too fragile for any of this, first my mom and now this guy. I was wrong, some people don't change especially when they are designed to be evil.

"Thank you, Justine, for bringing me out, but I've had enough for today." I say to Justine.

"Hang on love, I'm coming with you, I think I've had it for today as well." She eyes the two before granting her coat and standing.

"Babe, come on " Philip says as he stands, ever so tall and masculine with his porcelain skin, his dark orbs for once looks remorseful.

"I Am not sitting here and allowing my friend to be disrespected, call me when you've grown up again". Reaching for my hand she takes the way; a smile soon came and went when we heard him suck his teeth.

"Take the damsel in distress home before she gets herself lost for more attention." I turn to see him standing there, eyes glaring at menacingly with his hands in his pockets with Cameron laughing away.

Damsel, distress, lost, attention? Is that what everyone thinks of me?