The Desire To Touch First Chapter

As Promised here is the censored first chapter

 (please note these books are for 18+ due to sexual content and explicit language.)

Chapter One

“What the… ouch, my head hurts, what have I done this time?” Still drunk I arouse from a comatose state trying to find some familiarity through the haze of blurry eyes and pounding hangover, as to where I am.

“My arm, I can’t feel my arm…Oh my God…Oh my God!”

I start to panic, thinking someone’s sawn off my arm like some kind of horror movie. Taking a look up, I see I’ve fallen asleep with my arm above my head and entwined with the wooden headboard. All the blood has run out of it leaving it numb. I lay my head down and breathe a sigh of relief. I look up again; laughing at my hysterical thoughts and, like a brick being launched off the top of The Eifel Tower, my arm comes smacking down to earth and wallops me in the face.

“F***!” I start breathing rapidly through my mouth, trying to curb my urge to scream and cry. “S***! oh wow that hurts!”

Looking around the stark white room I can’t see anything familiar, but boy, does my head hurt and now, so does my nose! I lay my head back down as the four inches I had it levitated was like pure torture, and the taste of blood is now running down my throat. Ok ceiling, do I recognise you? Not my ceiling…ok body we need to get up and see where we ended up last night. I sit myself up, wow its bright in here, I have to squint to try and see through the brash light streaming into the room from the balcony doors. Cupping my nose with my good arm I realise I am on a bed but it’s not my bed. I’m fully clothed and that’s a good sign, my angelic side pats herself on the back but my devilish side is still asleep.

Using my one functioning arm I shuffle to the end of the bed so that my feet are grounded, with my left arm hanging limp by my side.  Slowly standing up towards the light, minding my now bleeding nose, I rub my eyes and groan in a whispered breath;

“Can today get any worse? Well, let’s face it it’s” - glancing at my watch, “6:25am, so yes its early. I have a day of cack-handedness, butter fingers and falls to look forward to.”

Standing with a slight shake I realise where I am and looking on the floor I can see some familiar faces still unconscious from the night before. Stepping over numerous blonde and brunette ladies in burlesque clothing I find my way to Lucas who is sleeping on the couch. He has become a dear friend these past few months and I love him to pieces but there is no excuse for his current sleeping position - one hand down his white suit pants, while the other is half way up some poor blonde’s skirt!

I lean over to grab my bag from beside him and take out my phone, as you never know when a picture of this class could be used, well, for me to rip it out of him later anyway. Poor blondie she’s going to wake up, exchange numbers and expect a call from him but I know Lucas all too well. He’ll string her out for the next week thus, making their working relationship awkward and, I’ve told him before, dating your backing dancers is not healthy work ethic but he’s carefree. I envy him.

Lucas has the looks of a Greek god with his olive skin, emerald green eyes, square jaw line and dimpled chin. His hair is dark and is always perfectly styled to the side, very Sinatra and he has a voice like him too. The women swoon over him constantly offering sex, which he rarely refuses.

Lucas is the headline act in the nightclub ‘Hooch’ owned by notorious playboy wannabe and troublemaker Jerry Fines. Hence the party last night; we had a few too many and all bundled back to Lucas’s apartment to drink more, once Lucas had finished his set with the dancers. I can only assume I passed out on the bed and the others got down and dirty together which does not surprise me, I have witnessed Lucas’s orgies on many occasion but never wanted to join in.

Taking a quick snap of the loving couple; with a little giggle, I tiptoe to the door and slide myself out, making sure not to disturb any of the sleeping beauties. Closing the door behind me with a gentle click as the latch catches, I cup my nose one last time as it is now starting to throb.

I’m not that far from home but walking around Broadway apartments before 7am on a Monday morning is not a great idea, the owner for one - the same Jerry Fines - is not a force to be reckoned with. On a Monday he is always moody and doing the rent knock before the suits leave for work. My uncle always says Jerry has small dog syndrome and I’m not supposed to really be near him, as Jerry knows some bad people. He’s about 5 foot tall with a god awful dyed black perm and he carries more jewellery on his hands and neck then the average pawnshop sells.

I also would like to get home before the streets are heaving with the suiters and booters out to earn a crust, because right now my head’s booming way too much to be making my way through the bustling crowd and my bleeding nose won’t look great.

 Walking fast down the corridor with the elevator in view I start picking up speed, dreaming of a nice hot bath and my bed. Attempting to walk in a straight line I have my eyes fixated on my destination, so much so I do not see the figure stepping out of their door and into my pathway.

BANG - like a steam train to a brick wall - I smack into them. I’m not exactly sturdy in my current condition and now I can feel myself flying backwards and then I land, oh so lady like, on my backside.

“Ssshhhhhugar….b****y hell that hurts.” I sob quietly, but loud enough, to emanate my pain.

In my still drunken state I scramble to my knees muttering all kinds of curse words. Not looking up I place my hands on my thighs and I’m trying to catch my breath, “Sheesh does no one look where they are going anymore? Don’t mind me, just bowl me over…and ouch my b****y nose!”

Cupping my nose once again as I can taste fresh blood; I lift my upper body up, with my knees still firmly grounded, only to find I am eye level with a very nicely suited crotch. My mouth drops open and I am just staring. ‘What is wrong with me, come on woman, get up off the floor. Stop looking at this mans well-hung parts.’ My devilish side whispers in my ear, ‘Keep staring, at least if the face is nothing to look at you have this pretty image reserved for later should you need it!’

There’s a cough from above my eye level but I don’t want to move.

The door the crotch appeared from opens once more and a voice says laughing, “Wow Trey, got them falling at your feet this early eh? Here, you forgot your phone.”

I look to the left to see the man at the door.

“Morning ma’am,” with that he chuckles passing a phone above my head and closes the door shut. I feel like I have been staring for about ten minutes but I think it’s only been about one, how do I break this moment without looking like too much of a perve?

There’s a cough from above again. I slowly tilt my head back to see what was above the magnificent weapon in front of my very open, slack jawed, mouth. Well at least I now know  the groin I was staring at has a name.

Breaking the silence this deep soothing voice jests, “Normally I wouldn’t indulge in erm ….” he laughs, “oral this early on a Monday.”

My eyes catch his, I lost all use of my jaw muscles but they, as myself, finally regain composure and are now allowing me to bring my mouth to a shut.

His hand comes down and grasps mine, pulling me up. As his skin touches mine it sends a wave of electrical currents through me, causing goose bumps all across my body, this makes me clench deep down inside. Is this raw sexual attraction I am feeling?

I’m now standing in front of this godly creation, this beautiful man that radiates an astounding sexual essence that makes me quiver deep within. I close my eyes and my ‘angelic side’ mutters dryly in my other ear ‘You’re hung over and you stink, how can you be getting turned on by this situation? Explain how you have possibly broken your own nose, go on see how attractive you are then!’

She shouts the truth and I don’t know how or why but standing there looking into the sparkling blue eyes, so blue it’s like looking into the depths of the ocean, I am getting turned on.

Taking a look over him, I can see he’s wearing charcoal suit trousers that are hugging him in all the right places, a Cargo green tight sweater that caresses his upper torso, showing every inch of muscle on his arms. He has designer stubble all around his strong bitable jaw line. This is all flattered by a mop of mousey blonde hair on top, with perfectly trimmed short back and sides.

“Are you ok?”

Shaking my head trying to clear the unwanted thoughts of jumping his bones, I come back to reality.

“Are you ok?” Trey asks again, still holding my hand.

I cough to clear my throat, “I’m ok, I think.”

My devilish side is hammering at my ear yelling, ‘No, no say you need the kiss of life, faint, play dead, do something!’

“You think?” He asks softly, now stroking the back of my hand.

Sensing how hot and seriously turned on I am getting, I pull my hand away and instantly my defenses go up.

“I was ok, until you bowled me over,” Embarrassment now setting in and sarcasm in abundance, my face is going red, heart rate is quickening and I can feel my private area….well after years of no contact - its yearning.

He laugh’s “I bowled you over did I? I’m sorry I thought I was just leaving my friends apartment but…”

I can feel that the situation is getting more embarrassing and I’m not one for thinking before I speak so with a deep breath I muse, “Apology accepted thanks.”

I flush ruby. His face is so…so wow, I’m sure I have seen it before but I can’t place it.

My angelic side is standing with a clothes peg over her nose, for the fumes of alcohol coming off my skin are immense and I’m shocked he’s not getting drunk from being so close.

His mouth opens in shock then turns to a wry smile; I start to turn to head for the lift. Knowing I have left him speechless has got my inner devil giving me a standing ovation and angel girl too seems impressed. Seeing the stairs are closer I dart for them and as I reach the door he shouts, “I didn’t get your name and your nose is bleeding!”

What am I thinking, how can I have just been so bold to run into him and then get him to apologise for it. I can’t help the nervous giggling as I make my decent down the steps, skipping two at a time. 

I open the door to the lobby and peek my head around trying to see if Jerry is on the prowl. The lobby is mainly a cream colour on the walls and golden décor – trust Small dog to be so brash with the cash and taste, it’s not too bad, but I’ve stayed in better motels.

 I can see the reception desk is empty and Jerry’s door is shut, so now’s my chance to make a break for the street. I take a breath and start to walk briskly for the main door.

 Just as I pass the reception desk I hear the squeak of someone’s shoes on the polished tiled floor.

“Well lookey what we have here!” Jerry’s voice is so creepy, like an old family uncle.  When he’s drunk he gets all slimy and that gross tingling sensation shoots up your spine, making you cringe like you’ve eaten a whole lemon.

I turn to look at him and put on my fake ‘how lovely to see you’ face, “Hi Jerry, how are…”

“Darling, I am all the better for seeing you,” He starts walking over to place his arm around my waist.

Instinctively I step back to stay out of his touch but realise I’m starting to be backed up against a wall.

‘Think god damn it, think woman come up with an excuse……arrrghhh it can’t be that hard!’

“Ellie, Ellie, Ellie,” He says under his breath eyeing me up and down, as he closes in ready to pounce.

‘Crap, think woman think,’ “Sorry Jerry, I can’t stay, I have to…”

“What would your uncle think of you being here?” he tuts.

“Well…,” my hands are on the wall behind me trying to make space for me to crawl into. “He knows me and Lucas are good friends, I really have to go. Sorry Jerry excu…” I attempt to slip past him.

Jerry stops me in my tracks and places his stubby fingers on my hips before I can brush past him. I wince and want to die inside. ‘Ground, swallow me up now!’ Devil girl has the knuckle-dusters at the ready and is standing ready to attack whereas Angel girl has done a runner leaving a ‘Be Back in Five’ sign.

I’m not afraid to bring my knee up swiftly if I have to, bringing all hope of future Fines to an abrupt halt.

“Come now Ellie, you’re here, I’m here, and the mood is so right.”

He’s stepping closer to me and the smell of his old spice is just too much, making the previous night’s alcohol intake work its way back up my throat.

I gag and shiver.

“You ok my little sex kitten?” Imitating a purr he raises his hand to touch my face.

“Yeah, was just a bit sick in my mouth,” Did I just say that?

“Ya what?” he scolds with a matching look upon his very orange face.

“I said I feel a bit sick and need to head out,” oh please, please let that make him move.

He raises his hand to move my fringe out of my eyes but he stops and his face freezes. Shooting a glance to my left I see Trey has appeared and has a firm grip around Jerry’s arm.

A sick feeling runs through my gut, I really don’t want to be caught up in the middle of a confrontation, violence is a no-no in my book. I can feel the heat of panic starting to hit my face, my arms start to shake and my racing heart pounds loudly in my ears.

“Jerry,” Trey says with great ease and calmness, “Could I have a quick chat with you, I think I have seen something you should be aware of?”

Jerry lets go of me and moves toward Trey and I breathe a sigh of relief, the panic starting to drain from my body leaving me feeling worse than when I woke up. I hold onto the wall behind me to steady myself.

Trey starts, “I have just overheard one of the occupants on the fourth floor talking about getting out before rent knocks are due, I wasn’t sure- ”

He flits me a quick wink to let me know he has the situation under control and, with that, I’m off the wall running out of the door. I can hear Jerry cursing about non payers and how he’ll kick them out. Running with such force I snag my jacket on the handle of the door. It catches me for a second but with the force I’m using to remove myself from the building, I just rip straight through it.

After hailing a cab I find myself safely grounded back at home, well if you can call it home. It has been for me for the past 9 months and it looks like it will stay this way for a lot longer.

My home, for now, is ‘Valentines Hotel’, which is smack bang in the centre of New York looking out onto City Hall Park.

 I decide it would be better all-round if I slip in through the service entrance and I may be able to avoid a harsh talking to from uncle B himself. I walk through the service door to see Earl, head of security, chatting up Marianne who is head of Housekeeping. I smile and try to slip by un-noticed, it’s embarrassing enough to see them flirting but to get caught up in it is another thing. Slipping past, I think I’m clean through, when I am called. Turning I see Earl and Marianne smiling at me,

“Your uncle is not happy with you Ellie.” Earl’s amused, he knows only too well what I’m like.

“I didn’t think he would be,” I reply complacently.

“He’s in a meeting till 9, so you have time to run up and shower before he’s giving it ‘the chat’”

“Thanks Earl,” I smile and look at Marianne who is still pinned against the wall by Earl’s arm. “See you Marianne”

“Bye Ellie, oh and if you’re bored later I can always find something for you to do,” laughing she winks and turns back to consume Earls affection and charm.

Once in my apartment and in a nice relaxing bath my mind starts to wonder. Who was that man, my knight in shining armor, just thinking about him has got me all hot and bothered again. Ok enough of this I’m going to call Lucas wake him from his drunken stupor and see how he’s feeling.

After half an hour and the memories of the night before relived, I explain to Lucas about meeting Trey in the hallway and how Jerry tried to jump me. Lucas isn’t happy with Jerry but he is intrigued as to who the handsome stranger could be and assures me he will do some digging around.

We end the call and I sink myself back into the bath. Using my toe I turn the hot tap on again and top up the now lukewarm water, whilst it is filling I reach for my razor and start the ritual of shaving my legs, underarms and bikini line.

 Once I am clean and shaven, I climb out of the bath and avoid seeing myself in the mirror. Quickly I dry myself down, I put my hair in a turban-like style and don my robe.

I can’t help it, I have to see them in the mirror again. I know the doctors said I should leave them to heal but I have to see how it looks now. I open my robe and it parts so my naked body is on show in the full-length mirror.

 There it is, the mother of all scars running from under my right breast in a pattern down to my left hip. I tentatively run my finger across the scar all the way along, the whole time watching myself in the mirror. Then I lift my right wrist and I go to run my fingers across the scar that marks me, but I can’t bring myself to touch this one. I always thought of myself as not quite the right size, too short, hips too wide or just a bit too much skin in need of toning, but looking back I was perfect and now I am a broken shell of what I used to be.

 Come on woman just pick up the phone and book yourself into see the plastic surgeon Uncle Brendan found, it’s been long enough it’ll be safe now. I reach a hand for my phone but curl my fingers away – I close my eyes and think to myself ‘I’ll be fine, it’ll fade,’ I can happily never look there again.

My phone starts ringing again snapping me out of my reverie, I close my robe and grab my phone to find its Meagan ringing. Meagan is my cousin, her father is my uncle, he and his wife Laurie are divorced, but Meagan seems to spend her life at the hotel with her dad. To be fair she’s been a great help settling me in and introducing me to people.

I answer the phone, “Hey you, how’s things?”

“Come to the pool?” She pleads.

I laugh, “I’m fine thanks for asking” I close my eyes and try to think of an excuse, I really just want to curl up and sleep, “Oh not today I..”

“No excuses, come to the pool. Please?” She can be extremely persuasive and whiny when she wants something.

I huff and don’t say anything.

“Look, just come down for a drink and sunbathe, go on, it’ll be fun!” I can hear her smile down the phone, I can even hear her pouting.

“Ok,” I give in, “I’ll be down in 20 minutes, but no drinks, just save me a bed.”

“Oh, I saved you one when I got here earlier.”

“Figures, ok, 20 minutes.” I put the phone down and walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Throwing myself onto the bed I lay and stare at the ceiling, I can do this, a few hours socialising won’t hurt. I clamber off the bed and head for the dresser, rifling through my drawers I find a plum tankini with a blue Lily print and matching bikini shorts. I pull the tankini on making sure the scars are covered, I then put on some blue shorts and a black vest top. I glance in the mirror, and the bags underneath my hazel brown eyes, are going to be a dead giveaway of the hangover I am suffering from. Now, for the hair…I think I’ll pin back my fringe, don’t want no dodgy tan lines, and then put the rest in a high ponytail. I grab my brush and sort my blonde hair into something that looks like a style, I then pin my fringe back so it sweeps to the side.

 Grabbing the nearest bag I can find, I shove in my towel, phone, and any other crap I find loose that I may need. I slip on some white flip-flops and I’m good to go.

 As I leave the room I catch sight of my right wrist, I haven’t put a bangle on. I grab my black thick leather wristband with silver floral detail and strap it over my wrist, it has become a trademark joke between those who know me and I never go out without something covering it.

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