Stand By Me Darling
Chapter 117: He Want To Do What?

Chapter 117: He Want To Do What?

The entire landscape was filled with snow and watching it, Arthur knew he must feel cold, but only felt himself warming up; especially certain part of his body.

She does have a really sexy voice! And she is killing me.

Soft snow fell outside that made a perfect scenery in that cityscape. Eating the creamy ice cream that had the best chocolate chips in them, Talia listened to the deep breathing of Arthur at the phone, completely oblivious to the conundrum Arthur was in.

"You didn’t kiss me good bye before leaving," Talia complained as she walked barefoot and stored the ice cream back in the freezer. She had already ate half the tub without even realising it.

"Kiss you?" Arthur hissed from the other end looking frustratingly at the bulge in his pant, "I did, but you were asleep..."

"That doesn’t count..." Talia pouted. "Whatever! I forgive you. At least you left a video," she went back to the couch and that’s when she noticed a patch of ice cream on her shirt and she went to the kitchen sink to clean it off.

"Are you in the bathroom?" Arthur asked hearing the sound of water splashing.

"No... In the kitchen... Chocolate stains on my clothes," Talia tried to rub off the stain but it only spread and in the end her shirt got wet.

"What are you wearing?"

"Jumper. Why?"

"You’re not wearing those slips?" Arthur probed. His voice was deep like a grunt of a jaguar making Talia go all muddled. "You naughty vixen! You wore slips in front of me to seduce me, right? You said you hated me but deep down you wanted me on your bed doing... "

What a bold accusation! She is not a vixen!

"No!" Talia disagreed immediately. "Rebecca had a tiff with Joe and was staying with me for some days. So I’m not wearing slips. Only if I’m alone, I’d wear..."

"Only if you’re alone?"

Arthur’s voice was deep and lazy with a hint of mockery as he stressed ’only’ and Talia who was about to remove the shirt froze. Her porcelain face gradually got pinker.

Well! I got caught! Me and my loud mouth!

" Are you a prosecutor? Did I commit a crime? Huh, Fred? Stop interrogating me!" Talia pouted and she felt her entire face go red hearing the soft chuckle from the other end.

This woman...

"That repugnant woman is with you?" Arthur’s tone got a bit softer but it couldn’t hide the repulse towards Rebecca.

"Can’t you be a little nicer to her? She’s my friend, you know," Talia walked to her closer to get another shirt for herself.

"That woman is sending me hate mails cursing me for leaving you. Tell her to stop it!" Arthur became a bit impatient. Everyday for the past week when he checks his email, there’d be at least ten mails using derogatory terms at him.

"How do you know it is her?" Talia could not hide her mirth. She did believe Rebecca would do that. When she told Rebecca Fred left without a word, she was furious. However she wouldn’t have used her official account to send him mails. How did he figure out it was her?

" I know it is her... That language... Ugh! Who else would it be if not her? " Speaking about Rebecca Arthur saw the bulge in his pants reducing.

Talia could imagine his face contorted with hate and chuckled as she pulled out a shirt and walked out of the closet.

"Let’s not talk about her... What are you doing?" he asked maybe he heard the closing of the closet door.

"My shirt got wet. I’m changing into a fresh one..." she placed the phone on the table on speaker mode and removed her shirt and checked the stain once more.

"Speaking of shirts..."

The voice from the other end in deep contemplation made Talia pause her action.

" Iris my love, My grey hoodie I brought there is missing... Do you know where it went?"

"No idea," Talia said casually, looking at the grey hoodie on the bed she just pulled out from the closet. " I don’t have it. Did you miss it elsewhere?"

What a notorious tightwad! Can’t I have his hoodie..? It is comfortable to wear!

"Oh?" Arthur held back his laughter. "You like hoodies? Shall I buy you some? That day you didn’t spend much using my card. Why did I even give you my card if not for you to spend? I expected you to empty my balance, but you spent very little," he spoke from his heart.

What did I ever do to deserve this amazing woman?

Talia who was fuming just moments ago felt immediately pacified by his heartfelt words.

" I don’t want you money... I just want your used hoodie. It is comfortable, " she went and picked up the grey hoodie on the bed and hugged it. She was pleased by his attitude towards her and told him the truth.

She really didn’t want his money. Money is something she always has. It is love and care from a person who puts up with her antics, she wanted in her life. A man like Fred to spend the rest of her life with.

She wanted to be near him but it is next to impossible now.

But even though she could only hear his voice, this oversized hoodie made her feel like he was near her hugging her.

Arthur’s manhood that was tamed for sometime became restless once more as he heard her words. He wanted her.

" Iris? "

" Hmm?"

"What are you wearing?"

"I’m about to wear a hoodie... Your hoodie," Talia smiled looking at the phone.

"What are you wearing now?"

Talia was slightly confused by the deepened voice that seems to be in discomfort coming through the speaker of her phone.

"Underwear? And sweat pants?" She answered anyway.

"What colour?"

His voice was getting deeper and Talia even though was standing at a distance could hear his heavy breathing. She got more confused.

"Fred? You okay " she asked.

"Answer me! What colour?" his voice was a bit authoritative.

What’s with him?

"Pink lace...?" she answered anyways and she could hear a slight grunt from the other end.

" Ah... What shade of pink? The same shade as your nipples?"

"..." Talia stood swide-eyed in front of the mirror not knowing what to say. What is going on?

"Imagining you in those... I want to just rip them apart, push you on that bed with you hands cuffed and suck your..."

"Whoa! Hold your horses buddy!" Talia felt suffocated as she felt her entire body heated up, blurring red with passion and she covered her chest reflexively.

Is this that famous phone s*x all the women talk about?

"Why? You don’t want my thick shaft inside your..."

Arthur’s deep voice continued speaking, making Talia’s knees go weak.

How should I respond to this?

She didn’t hate this but she was extremely new to this kind of thing and she felt stunned.

"Fred? Where are your hands?" she asked, finally.

"Where do you think?"

"Fred..."

*Ding Dong *

Her doorbell rang and she ran and picked yo the phone.

"There is someone at my door. Stop it!"

"Leave them be!"

"Fred..."

"Iris, I want you... I want you..."

Talia could hear the heavy breathing from the other end of the phone and felt his hot breath on her somehow and felt a burning passion inside her. But the door bell was ringing incessantly making her feel disturbed and embarrassed all at the same time.

"I’m ending the call... Fred...?"

Talia could hear a sigh from the other end. "Okay.., but I don’t know when or if I can call you again.-"

"Are you mad?"

"No, I’m not..."

"Really?"

"No,really no..." his voice softened, "Wait for the day we meet again. You won’t be able to walk around afterwards," his deep voice had a certain magnetic attraction in it combined with a trace of threatening making Talia’s little heart go pounding.

"Mmm," she said gathering every courage she had and with a sweet chuckle, Arthur ended the call.

Talia placed the phone on her bed and patted her chest heaving up and down to calm herself down.

"Coming!"