Perrin felt as like he was having a seizure as he stood in the middle of the produce aisle, heart jerking wildly in his chest.

Motherfuck. He cursed himself.

Standing before a shelf of fruit was his latest one night stand-not that it'd been too recent. Seven weeks ago to be precise. He never expected to see her again, as he did with all the other girls he'd bedded. But she was different, cliched as it sounded. He had wanted to see her again, to inhale her scent and spread his body over hers in more ways then he had that night.

His fuck up had been losing her number.

His list of booty calls and one nights was shamefully slim. He just didn't care for the same old variety of women roaming Butler. His friends accused of him of having a 'fairy tale' version of the perfect fuck, claiming that as long as a bitch lay on her back and gave it to you it didn't matter much about her sexual performance.

"And besides," his best friend Saul had added "there is always that one chick who'll come along and freak the fuck off your cock. Trust me!"

If that were so, then he obviously was choosing the wrong sort of pussy to dive into. Truth be told, he honestly didn't give much goddamns anyway. He was desperate for the touch of a woman's skin, hot cunt on his dick, and tits in his face.

Yes, the sex had been mediocre and stale, boring him into a state of nonchalance. How he managed to bust a nut was unfathomable. He was annoyed with exhausting himself trying to get to mount peak and explode. No foreplay or dirty talk to turn him on whatsoever.

What the fuck was wrong with these bitches?

He wasn't bad on the eyes by no means. Not to sound narcissistic, but he knew he had masculine physique, the shit that most women seemed to go for. He was tall, 6'1, had fair skin and bore a few tattoos. He kept his auburn hair slicked back, but not too much so that he didn't look like a fucking pretty boy. He dressed sharp, never without cologne, and carried his self with cool, relaxed confidence.

He wanted to meet someone that was unforgettable, made his dick erect just by looking at her. He wanted passion. He had been tired of the same old sex life.

Then he met her. And had the best fucking of the past few months.

Fucked everything up by losing her number. He wasn't in search of a commitment. too much for him right now. But a steady cut friend would be nice. No more inexperienced college girls, or lousy bar hoes.

Fate had been kind to him for once and he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

He watched her for a few seconds as she placed a few bags of fruit in the basket dangling from her arm, before moving on to the next row.

She was clothed in a pair of sunflower yellow shorts that defined the perfect roundness of her plump ass, topped with an orange cami. Her brown hair was tied up in a loose, messy bun. A permanent marker was wedged in the middle and flopped around every time she bowed her head to inspect a piece of fruit.

Her brown skin glowed under the stores florescent lights, appearing to be more of a shade of dark mahogany. Summary, she was ravishing and he wanted nothing more then to whip out his dick and give her pussy another hard pounding more fierce then he did their one night together.

An older woman passed by pushing a grocery cart and eyed him suspiciously. Perrin smiled politely, nodding his head.

"Ma'am."

She cast him a dark look and moved on to a mound of sweet potatoes with a sign listing them for 78 cents per pound.

Okay, so he was on stalker statues just standing in the middle of the aisle. Better to make a move before one of the golden girls calls store security.

Taking a breath, he took the short steps towards where she stood, and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," He began, grinning sheepishly as her full lips formed an O shape upon seeing him.

"You!"

He laughed.

"Yeah, its me."

"You never called," she accused, raising an eyebrow. She spoke with a light Caribbean accent. It was sexy listening to it again.

Perrin chuckled, bowing his head as he ran a hand through his hair. God, he was about to give the lamest, over used excuse in the book. But what could he do? It was the truth and an honest's mistake.

"I lost your number."

She gave him a look as if to say "really" and he shrugged and waved his hand in the air.

"Hey, it the God's honest shit, babe."

"Yuh know ou nuf times mi heard dat before boy?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head and began to move down another aisle. Perrin followed behind, ready to plead his case.

No way was he losing this piece of sweet ass again. He stood to her left as she grazed her fingers over boxed pastas. His gaze shifted to her ass, as she bent over to pluck two items from a lower shelf. Inwardly, he groaned.

Placing them in her basket, she went on, shaking her head.

"Suh whats de story, eh?" She asked, when he came up next to her. He could smell her perfume, something flower scented.

"I cleaned my truck out and must have thrown it out then. I had stuck it in my glove department and had told myself to take it out later and save it in my phone-"

"Yuh didn't."

He sighed.

"You did write it on a take out menu." He reminded, nudging her side with his elbow. She bowed her head, a soft laugh passing from her lips.

"Aye, that I did."

They stopped their walk suddenly. Perrin turned her by the shoulder to face him. Her face was smooth and make up free. He thought she looked prettier natural.

Her eyes were locked on his, a quiet passing of the chemistry they shared passing between them. He could see the sparkle in his eyes. She wasn't mad at him. Just giving him a hard time.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you." He confessed, closing the gap between them. He watched as her breath quickened, her heavy breasts rising with each passing. Her eyes were wild and hungry. She craved him with the same intensity that he longed for her still.

God, if they weren't in this damned store!

"Yuh have been in mi dreams boy." She whispered, bringing her hand to his chest and letting it rest there. The heat began to build and Perrin was positive he was on the brink of producing some behavior that would get them both locked up for indecent exposure.

He needed to go to the freezer aisle and calm his shit the fuck down. His body was having a chemical reaction that needed immediate attention, and sadly it wasn't going to happen here on aisle eight.

"So...about that number?"

Her lips pursed into a smile as she reached for the sharpie in her hair, uncapped it, and grabbed his arm.

"It won't lass long, buh mi tinks yuh ha anuf time to save fi yuh phone." Quickly scrawling her number, she added a smiley with its tongue out, winking.

Capping the marker, she sticks it back in her bun. Wagging her finger, "Dun yuh lose it now. Second chances dun come 'round too often." She cupped his chin, massaging the sides before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. The short seconds felt like an eternity. The kiss was nothing compared to the harsh, bruised kisses from before where they fought to have dominance over each other, but it was enough to have him burning in his gut.

"I swear, I am calling you this time."

She smirked, and shrugged her shoulders as if to say "we'll see" and walked off, waving as she turned the corner and disappeared.

Man, I am DEAD. He thought as he headed over to the dairy products for the milk and sour cream he promised his mother he'd bring for supper.

Later on he would realize how prophetic those words truly were.

Hi! I am in the process of typing up part two and am hoping to load it tonight. If not, it will be up tomorrow. I am a mom of five who has to be at work (I mean if you got a promotion wouldn't you still go to work no matter how shitty the job? lol) early in the morning. My goal I to upload two to three chapters a week. Also, this chapter may change as it did as I was typing it. I completely deviated from the original I wrote out last night. Only snippets remain here. Anyway, READ AND REVIEW!