Chapter Chapter Two

I was tucked up in my bed, the covers up to my neck nearly falling asleep. I had the quickest dinner and was waiting for Zeke to call me. I didn’t know when, but he was usually online at this point in the night. I was tempted to log onto my PlayStation to see if he was online there. In typical fashion as I went to get up my phone rang. I quickly jumped back into bed, taking a deep breath.

“Hello," I spoke quickly, getting comfortable.

“Hey." Zeke breathed out and his voice made in between my legs thump. “It feels so weird to talk to you like normal people.” Zeke chuckled and I grinned.

“We are normal people,” I laughed. “It is weird to hear your voice though how long have we been playing that game?”

“Forever like four months.” Zeke paused as I laid down, balancing my phone on my face. “My voice hey? You like it?” I rolled my eyes at his blatant flirting, even though I liked it.

“Yeah you have a sexy voice," I slammed my eyes shut, wondering why on earth I said that. I was never normally that forward, my lack of boyfriends told anyone that. I normally found it hard to meet men, even though my whole life is pretty male orientated. A lot of men wouldn’t want to talk to me online after finding out I was a woman, I’ve been victim of stupid boys telling me I can’t game and asking me to get my tits out. Majority of my friends were male and they had attempted to set me up loads of times but it never worked. Maybe I was picky but when a man starts explaining grand theft auto to me I pretty much switch off. My mum was in desperate need for me to meet someone and give her grandchildren, I don’t know why she complained, my sister was pushing out kids quicker than a rabbit.

“Oh really it's sexy hey?” Zeke breathed out, his voice was dangerously turning me on.

“Oh no you're a big head what a shame." I giggled and I heard Zeke laugh.

“What do you look like Sasha?” I swallowed hard, surprised he wasn’t just asking me for a photo.

“Erm what do I look like?” I asked myself unsure all of a sudden.

“You don’t know what you look like?” I heard the humour in Zeke's voice and I covered my face with my hand.

“I’m blind," I said seriously. Zeke burst out laughing and I couldn’t even hear him talk through his laughter. I hadn't even spoken to him for more than twenty four hours but all he seemed to do was laugh. I loved it, the sound made my heart get giddy.

“If we didn’t meet through a game I would believe that. Sasha you crack me up. What colour is your hair then?”

“Naturally? Brown but it's currently like a rose gold kind of colour."

“I have no idea what rose gold is," Zeke's words made me burst out laughing now and I turned around to my other side.

“Like dark pinkish ” I giggled. “I have kind of blue, greyish eyes.”

“Are you white?”

“Yeah, boring English. What about you?” I closed my eyes, getting ready to listen to him talk.

“I’m not white. My parents are Nigerian. My eyes are hazel I suppose or a really nice brown”. I giggled at his words. “I have short hair, kind of shaved. Does that interest you?” Zeke asked and my cheeks turned bright pink. It did very much so.

“It does, tell me why are you single?” Now that I had his description, I knew he was attractive. That and his sexy as hell voice told me so, he had to be.

“Probably because I work and then game,” he chuckled before taking a breath in. “It's a madness, I don't want to get too heavy on you". I sat up at his words, worry set in as I spoke.

“What do you mean?” I could hear the panic in my own voice.

“Don’t hang up on me." He said and his voice was serious. I felt my stomach drop.

“Of course not, what is it?”

“I got out of prison about six months ago. I did six years". My mouth suddenly became ridiculously dry and my brain racked for something to say. Prison? Zeke just got out of fucking prison?

“Oh" is all I could muster.

“Yeah that usually does that to women,” he sounded sad and I tried to pick my voice up.

“What did you do? If you don’t mind me asking?” I rattled out.

“Drugs, I sold them, I didn't do them. Are you going to run away from me now?” I appreciated Zeke's honesty and we had only just really spoken, ignoring the three months of messages.

“No” I said firmly and I meant it. “Are you behaving now?” I tried to bring humour to it. I relaxed as Zeke laughed.

“Of course”. It didn’t sound convincing but I ignored it. “I have a good job, my friend got me in and I’m grateful for him. Luckily my offence wasn’t violent so it's okay". Zeke's voice changed and he sounded serious. “So no girlfriends while away for six years”.

“That must have been crazy rough," I replied, laying back down.

“Yeah I suppose. What is rougher is trying to figure out the outside world, probably why I game so much. Don’t have to leave the house then". I giggled, “Agreed. That’s my favourite plus on it as well” and it was. I was an introvert at heart and had no problem not seeing anyone for weeks at a time.

“How did you even get into your job? You're so lucky," Zeke breathed out, his voice a lot happier.

"I did game development. I’ve always loved games. As part of uni I had to do work experience and I was so lucky to be at Rockstar. They gave me a job after."

“Do you enjoy it?”

“I love it. It's not all games though, numbers and data. I probably do need to get out of the house though." I chuckled even though I didn’t necessarily believe it.

“Want to come to Manchester?” His voice was flirty and I closed my eyes, my heart racing.

“I would love to. Don’t have a reason to go though.”

“What the fuck?” I burst out laughing at his response.

“Shut up, would you come to London to see me?”

“Yeah of course. I’m not sure if I’m allowed because of probation but I can find out!” Zeke laughed.

“I would like to see your photo," I spat out.

“You would?” Zeke’s voice was low and it made me excited and nervous at the same time. If he gave me a photo I would have to give him one to right? I racked my brain if I already had one I liked.

“Yeah," I breathed out.

“Sasha, you're very forward." He laughed and I went bright pink.

“Sorry." I whispered, feeling like an idiot.

“Shut up, I'm playing with you. Video call me". I sat up, my heart racing.

“Now?” I muttered out.

“Yeah why not, or do you have to wait for your boyfriend to leave?” He chuckled again and I rolled my eyes.

“Shut up. Okay.” I got up and quickly walked to my mirror, I looked okay right? I had taken my makeup off but my hair was sitting nice naturally and with my lamp on in my room I think I would look okay.

“Hang up, I’ll call you back". Zeke spoke.

“Okay." I breathed out pressing the red button. I sat back in bed, straightening my tank top. I didn’t have a bra on but I don’t think you could tell. My whole body jumped as my phone rang, I sat up uncomfortably but hoping this was the best angle and took a deep breath, holding my phone in front of me, I pressed the green button. It took a minute to load and I let out my breath as Zeke appeared on my screen. Fuck he was gorgeous. His skin was a beautiful brown and I couldn’t see one imperfection, his smile was huge and my body shivered in a good way when I spotted his gold tooth next to his front one. He had bad boy written all over him and it made in between my legs get wet. I attempted to squeeze my legs together for some kind of friction as he finally spoke.

“Hey, you didn’t mention you were so cute". I smiled like a mad woman looking down from shyness.

“You failed to mention you're also very cute.” I whispered looking back up at him.

“I’m glad you think so," Zeke’s smile hadn’t moved and it made me grin.

“You have a beautiful smile," I told him.

“Thank you, are you sure you're the person who I spoke to online you were never this nice”. I put my head back laughing.

“Yes it's me and I was flirting with you like crazy so don’t try it.” Zeke laughed and I rolled my eyes at him.

“You were? Well it's been a while since a woman flirted with me so that’s my bad. I like your top. No bra?” I nearly choked on his words as he laughed, putting his hand on his head.

“I didn’t think you could tell." I said looking down, my cheeks burning.

“Oh I can definitely tell. Let me see them,"

“What?” I stuttered out.

“Your breasts, let me see them". I was taken back by his boldness and shyness ripped through me.

“I’m shy," I whispered.

“Don’t be, I know they're beautiful”. I looked down, my shyness going nowhere. “Okay let me take my top off then". I looked up as Zeke removed his top, moving back so I could see his beautiful chest. I involuntarily bit my bottom lip. Jesus he was gorgeous. Clearly working out in prison had done him wonders and every muscle was defined. I looked harder at the tiny screen as I saw a deep scar going up from his stomach to his right peck.

“Where did you get that scar?” I asked and then regretted it.

“Prison" he simply said and I nodded. “Now your turn,” his face was cheeky and I took a deep breath. I definitely wasn't ready for this but I didn't want Zeke to think I was some sort of loser.

"Ermm" I muttered out, my heart hammering in my chest. I watched Zeke's face, I couldn't gage what he was thinking but fear ripped through me. He thought I was pathetic.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled slightly. I ran my hand over my duvet, my shyness not going anywhere.

"I don't know," I responded, honestly. Zeke let out a breath, which wasn't helping my anxiety. He went to talk but I jumped in first.

"Sorry, I'm not as brave as you". I whispered. Zeke laughed, running his hand down his face.

"Don't say sorry. It's okay". I nodded at his words, not believing them.

"I just". I didn't know what to say, I wanted to talk to him more before anything like this happened.

"You just?" His voice was still soft and it calmed me.

"Can we talk first?" I felt stupid but smiled back at him.

"Of course. Sorry I'm thinking with my dick". I burst out laughing, my hand to my face. "Sorry Sasha, I feel bad now". I looked at the tiny screen at him. He looked guilty and I grinned at him.

"I'll flash you," I giggled.

"What?" His voice was high as I held my phone in my left hand. "You don't have to do that, seriously I'm sorry. Did I put pressure on you?" I shook my head, he didn't, not even a tiny bit but I felt insecure, I don't think I had ever spoken to someone as attractive as Zeke and it was freaking me out. I was just like any normal person really, wishing they looked a bit better then they did. I wished my hair would grow longer than to my shoulders, wished my hips weren't as wide and wished my plump lips didn't make people ask me if I ever had work done to them. "Sasha, talk to me". Zeke demanded and I rolled my eyes.

"You're very attractive. I'm sure I don't match up," I whispered. I watched as Zeke burst out laughing, his hand over his eyes.

"Stop it. I mean it, stop it now, you are beautiful. Come on," he rolled his eyes and I took a deep breath. With my right hand I lifted the bottom of my tank top, ripping it up quickly. I went bright red as I put it back down.

“Happy?” I asked, moving my phone forward.

“Very happy. Fuck Sasha I can’t imagine all the men you play against not knowing how beautiful you are.” I giggled, my head down.

“I think if they knew I was a woman they wouldn’t want to play against me anymore.”

“Is that why you give nothing away that you're in fact very much a woman?" I looked up and raised an eyebrow at Zeke as he chuckled.

“I suppose. I’m sick of dudes schooling me on games I’ve helped develop".

“Wow, that's a humble brag if I’ve ever heard one." He laughed and moved around now laying down. “Your breasts are beautiful, I want to see all of you". Zeke breathed out and my heart thumped against my ribs.

“You do?” I asked nervously.

“Of course I’d pay for you to get a cab to Manchester at this point”. I laughed attempting to lay down myself. I finally got comfortable and looked at the screen again. Zeke was biting his plump bottom lip and it made me go weak.

“Tell me what you like?” His voice was dark and my knickers were soaking wet.

“What do you mean sex wise?” I asked keeping my eyes on him.

“Yeah, tell me how you like it. Are you a rough kind of girl or romantic?”

“Erm." I had no idea how to answer this question, I had only slept with three people before and none was mind blowing.

“I don’t know," I muttered.

“You don’t know? You’ve had sex right?” His voice was gentle and it made me smile. “Yeah nothing amazing I suppose maybe I don’t know yet, you go first." I spoke, hoping to get some inspiration from him.

“Hmmm, I asked the question but don’t know my own answer.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes at him. “I want to say rough, looking at you now I would love to slam into you, my hand round your throat.”

“Fucking hell," I breathed out, my voice way to horny for my liking.

“Oh you like that image, yeah?” I went bright pink again and dragged my hand through my hair.

“Maybe" I giggled.

“Whatever you want. I would love for you to taste me first”. I rolled on my back, my clit throbbing.

“Zeke, god!” I said laughing.

“You don’t want to?” He asked me and I nodded, I very much wanted to. “Well then I need to speak to probation quickly because I need to see you.” I burst out laughing, my hand to my chest.

"You're so blunt," I laughed out loud.

“Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I just said I hope I wasn't putting pressure on you and then said that”, he tried to laugh, his hand over his face.

“No you're not I promise,” Zeke was doing quite the opposite.

“Good, tell me if I am. I don’t really have a filter and I’m gobsmacked how beautiful you are. I need to cum on them tits pronto.”

“Zeke!” I shouted while sitting up.

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t help myself.” He was cracking up, laying on his side. “It’s a compliment I promise.” I smiled at him as I laid back down.

“I need to go to bed." I said sadly and Zeke groaned.

“I’ll call you tomorrow? Pick up where we left off?” He asked me and I nodded, trying to wipe my huge smile off my face.

“Yes please."

“Okay I’ll call you earlier and be prepared to touch yourself because I’m taking you there tomorrow”.

“Stop, you're such a perv” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah I know. Night Sasha"

“Night Zeke”.