Chapter 12 Courtship

Desiree's POV My phone rings, and it's Enrique. I'm not sure why he's calling me now. "Hello, Enrique, what's up?" I say when I pick up the phone. "Hey, where are you? I've been standing outside your house for the past half hour." He uttered with a calm voice. "Oh, I'm on my way to my house; please wait for me." I remarked this while looking at Alexander, who was busy driving. "Okay, I am going to wait for you." "Okay…" I said as I ended the call. Alexander isn't paying attention to me right now, but I'm glad he's driving me home. I chewed my bottom lip, trying to come up with a way to strike up a conversation with him. I softly scratch the back of my neck; today was truly a good day; he didn't touch my body, and he didn't use me for his own pleasure; instead, he just painted me and we shared a lunchtime meal in his house; there are no other interesting facts about it except for his real facts about offering me to be his sex reliever and its more different in being his sex