The next following morning, I groggily wake up to my phone ringing. Not bothering to look at the caller, I answer right away.

"Hello" I sleepy answer.

"____?" A thick English accent rings through my ears. My eyes widen in realization, I sit up in bed rubbing my eyes.

"Yes. Stephen?" I bite my inner cheek nervously.

"Yes, good morning. I'm sorry for calling. You must have just woken up. " His voice is soft, but has a huskiness to it. He sounded sexy with his accent.

"Hum..yeah. B-But it's fine." I reply stuttering.

"Haha..that's good." He laughs. Even his laugh is sexy. Was there not anything about him that wasn't sexy? I shake my head coming back to reality.

"Yeah. So, How was the party?" I ask changing topic.

"It was fun. Met a lot of great people." I couldn't even concentrate on what he was even saying. It was hard for me. His voice was vibrating throughout my body. A pool of wetness forms in my panties.

"____?" Bringing me back to reality his sexy voice calls out my name.

"Y-Yes. I'm sorry. That's good..." I answer back.

"Are you okay? I called you at a bad time?" I shake my head, thinking he could see me.

"Hum.. No. It's just..um..How can I put this without embarrassing myself. I'm uncomfortable, not because of anything you said..just your voice." I say turning red.

His laugh echos through the phone. "I wish I could take care of that for you." He whispers huskily into the phone.

"S-Stephen.." I moan out.

I lay back down in bed, I cover myself with my sheets. Trailing my left hand down, along my stomach. I'm hesitate at first, but tell myself fuck it I'm only human. And I have damn needs too.

"Shit! Moan my name again, baby" My insides tingle, and I'm far too deep to turn back now. Creeping my hand to the waistband of my panties, I stick my hand inside.

A slight moan escapes my lips as my warm fingers touches my wet pussy lips. Arching my back off the bed, I pant into the phone while I explore myself.

"___? Are you still there?" He asks puzzled.
Pulling my hand away from my pulsating lips. I whimper from the lost of my fingers.

"____? Are you okay?"

Finally, away from my heated thoughts, I go to answer him back but I can't help but feel embarrassed. 'Yes, I'm fine. Aside from the fact that I was about to finger myself'. I was thinking, but that would have been really embarrassing.

"Yes, I'm fine." I laugh awkwardly.

Too my surprise he just laughs. "Didn't expect to hear you moan so soon. Especially, my name at that." My cheeks flush red if it was possible to see. I was in a heated daze. He made me hot, and bothered.

"I don't have no comment for that." I whisper.

"Haha..I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable." He was such a gentleman, and I guess that's what attracted me to him more. Well, of course it was the fact he was Stephen James too. But there was so much more too it.

"No need to apologize. Haha.." I bite my bottom lip, shutting my eyes. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last. I was too the point I was beyond turned-on.

"Well..I was just calling to say good morning, and hear your sexy voice." He teases.

My heart wouldn't stop beating rapidly, the air felt like it was being sucked out of me. This man was going to be the death of me. I wouldn't live pass 23.

"Stephen!" I exclaim, loving the way his name left my lips.

"Say it again." His voice more husker and deep.

Like on cue my heat is throbbing to be touched. I couldn't believe the way my body was reacting towards him. Then again what girl wouldn't?

He was everything a girl could ask for. Sexy, hot, tattoos that made him look like a bad boy. Those green eyes that bore into your soul. The piercings all over his body. And that tongue piercing though. Made my body shiver. Just imagining what he could do with that.

"No..We are not going down that road again. Your killing me.." Controlling my raging hormones, I put my foot down.

"If that's what you want then I'm okay with that. But I gotta go. I have a meeting to attend. I'll text you later." I felt broken, as much as I was happy to get off of the phone. I still wanted to talk more to him.

"Oh. Okay.." I sigh.

"I got something for you. I sent it to you. Talk to you later, sweetheart." He huskily whispers.

We end the call telling each other bye. I look up at the ceiling sighing. I was really falling hard. I just hoped I wasn't getting my hopes up. He was everything a girl wanted. He could have any women if he wanted too.

Maybe I wasn't good enough for him, he deserves better. I'm nothing special. Sighing again I shake my head. No. I was good enough. I deserved someone like Stephen. And I deserved to be happy. Looking back down at my phone I notice a text from him.

StephenJ. Is Bae😍💕:

My mouth drops open, gulping down the lump in my throat I stare at the picture. Life was unfair. Why did god bless me with this man? He was so far from me. If I did have money I would not hesitate to fly out to see him. But then again, where would that make me? We have only been talking for six weeks.

I kind of think we're moving too fast. I really didn't understand what he saw in me. The only reason I could be myself around him, was because we were not face to face. We were always on the phone. Shaking my head, I put my phone back on my nightstand.