I get down from the stairs where I had fallen asleep on after everyone left and I climb up the stairs, heading for my room when I hear the door open, and with care I draw closer, making sure my feet don’t make any noise as I walk.
I draw closer and I see William walk in and close the door and when I look at the clock on the wall and it reads two minutes past midnight. He is looking tired and quite exhausted and I can’t help feeling a part of my heart go out to him, but the other part refuses to feel sad or pity for him. He drops his suitcase on the brown leather sofa and moves around it to sit down.
“I’m glad you’ve gotten. home now,” I spoke, making my presence known to him before turning and walking off.
I hear him call out my name, but I don’t care to look at him as I walk in and slam the door. I walk to the bed and throw myself on it and close my eyes when I hear a knock on my door.
I stay silent for the first few knocks that come to my door and just when I thought he had left; his voice came up at the door. “I know you’re in there and I know you’re upset with me, but please open the door and let me explain.”
“Go away, William, I want to sleep,” I sigh and bury my head deeper into the pillow, but the knock just keeps coming and groaning. I get up from my bed and walk to the door. “I know what you want to say. You’re going to tell me how your flight got delayed and you couldn’t make it for my birthday, but guess what? It was yesterday, you still broke your promise.”
“Yes, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it and I thought you were going to be asleep when I will come back.” he sighs, “come on, open the door.”
I turn the doorknob and there he is, looking breathtaking and handsome as hell, and I want to cuddle and kiss him and the need was intense. “What do you want?”
He rubs his forehead in frustration, “I want to say I’m sorry, ki—” he starts off, but I don’t let him finish.
“First off, stop calling me kid.”
He frowns down at me in a little confusing manner, “Why?”
“Because I realise that the more you keep calling me that, the more you keep seeing me as that, a kid.”
His frown doesn’t settle, it deepens. “You’ve always been okay with it.
I shake my head, ready to argue my case out adamantly, “I never have and I don’t want you seeing me and calling me that anymore.”
He pauses, looking at me with a curious eye, “Listen, kid-“
I cut him off before he can complete his sentence, tired of him not listening, “Stop freaking calling me kid!” I yell, hissing in pure irritation.
His brow rises in surprise. “The school has been teaching you how to cuss, eh?” he demands with a tender voice, which isn’t what I expect.
“No, it hasn’t.” My eyes lower and my anger drifts away. I had no intention of being disrespectful, even though I was furious. His warm finger slowly touches my cheeks, sending shivers down my spine and he tilts my chin up to look at him. “Just stop calling me kid.”
“Why?” he asks again just like before, but although the same question, I know it should have a different answer.
“Because I am not a kid!” I state, not knowing how else to say it. “I don’t want to be a kid to you, I want to be more than that.”
“How old are you?” he asks as his eyes darken while he still stares at me.
His question takes me by surprise as I wasn’t expecting it. I still don’t understand why he’s asking when he knows my age.
My cheeks burn and I bite down on my lips to stop its obviousness, “I’m nineteen, William, what does that mean.”
He smirks, his finger stroking my cheeks tenderly. “I’m thirty-three years old, kid.”
I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from crumbling and crying immediately. For a weird reason, his words which I can say aimed to prove a point—more of make me stay away, seem to have cut deep into my heart as well. And yes, he’s older, mature; but the heart wants what it wants.
I shove his hand away from my face, already feeling his teasing coming along. He’s probably going to tell me how far apart we are, and that’s the last thing I want to hear.
Things are already as bad as they are.
“Then you should leave,” I tell him and turn to leave, but his hand pulls me back and I collide with his solid form, and my breath cut in my throat both in fear and in anticipation.
My face comes incredibly close to his chest where his heart beat steadily and I want to place my hand on it and I do it immediately before I get to talk myself out of it and as my hand slowly touches him, his heartbeat skips and his hand quickly takes control of mine and I look up from his chest to his face.
I hear his deep, harsh, and heavy breathing and it brushes over my face and I can’t look away once my eyes get locked in his.
The harsh line of his forehead that normally comes to his face when he’s in deep concentration appears on his face, “You don’t know what you want, kid.” He mutters under his breath, brushing the strand of hair on my face away.
“I do. You think I don’t because you still see me as a kid, but I do. I want you, William, I have feelings for you.” I reveal to my surprise and fear.
I hear him suck a quick breath, “It’ll be better if you stay away, for your own safety.”
“What does that mean?” I demand; trying to pull from him, but his hands only tighten around me.
“The only reason you still feel this way about me is because I consider you as a kid and by so doing I’m bond to put you and your needs first.”
I raise a challenging brow at him. “I can take care of myself. Why do you seem to forget that?”
He shakes his head, “Not from me you can’t.” and with that, his lips brush ever so fleetingly against mine before dominating every sense working in me and I can’t help putting my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, so we pressed against each other while the kiss deepens.
We pull apart and I’m lost for words to say because the kiss we just shared is the first and way better than I ever expected. He gently strokes my cheeks, his grey eyes sparkling with desires as he says, “Happy birthday, kid.”
I smile happily at him and he unwraps his arms from around my waist and steps back, “Thank you,” I wholeheartedly tell him and licks over my bottom lips.
He walks to the door, “Good night, kid,” he says and walks out and I make my way over to the bed and crawl onto it.
I close my eyes and for once I’m happy to dream and fall asleep, knowing William already knows about my feelings for him and I’m no longer alone with my feelings
Seven thirty A.M. The ray of sun on my face wakes me up and I pull myself off the bed to a sitting position and glance around the room strangely. Was it a dream, or did William kiss me last night? I smile harder when I realised it wasn’t a dream and I throw the covers off my body and get up from the bed in glee. I stop myself to ask what did our moment last night even mean. After a minute of not figuring the answer, I returned to being happy for the outturn of things last night. Today is Saturday and it prom day!! And I can finally ask William to be my prom date and I hope to heavens that he accepts. There is really no time to delay, so I run into the bathroom and I brush my teeth in a rush and take a quick bath; that’s if you’d consider thirty minutes bath ‘a quick bath’ and I come into my room and dry my hair and put on my casual wear, a pink skirt reaching my knee and a white crop top and I almost forget to put on my glasses. Talk about being eager. I meet Cassandra on my way do
At exactly seven fifteen p.m., the doorbell rings and as I hear it from my room, I know it’s none other than Chloe keeping to her word and trying not to get on the list of those she’s going to pluck their hairs off; I am prepared and ready for her. Tonight I am out in a simple black lace gown, which is almost reaching my knee, with a black three inches high heel. My hair I tie up in a ponytail and my makeup I apply light, besides there’s really no special person to make up for. A knock comes to my door and straightway. I walk over and open it up, and Cassandra greets me with a warm smile. “Chloe is waiting downstairs.” “Thank you, Cassandra, I’ll be down in a minute,” I tell her, running over my makeup table and grabbing my purse and walking out of the room. The stairs, like always, are a drag with my heels and my legs hurt and as I complete the impossible task, I climb down and there is Chloe in a red silk gown that is sleeveless and which goes all the way down. Her gorgeous blonde
I close the door as I enter the limo and I see Chloe seated at the extreme end and plugging the cord and putting her earpiece into her ears and I see Arthur fidgeting with his fingers and staring down at either his shoes or the rug of the car. He looks up as I take my seat close to him and his blue eyes sparkle in delight and he seats up straight. “For a moment I thought he talked you into changing your mind.” He mutters as the car moves, “hope you didn’t have a fight with him or at least I hope it wasn’t because of me.” I move my head from side to side. “No, it wasn’t really because of you, but it was long overdue.” “He cares about you a lot, I guess.” He mumbles out before looking into my eyes. I scoff in pure disbelief. “Well, he sure has a bizarre way of showing it. “ His hand comes to my face and moves the strand that falls on it away with ease. “He is showing it by being protective. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me” “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he asks and I tur
The night was amazing and as Arthur saw me back home; I knew it couldn't get better. "So hope your night was as great as mine," Arthur mumbles into my ears as we get out of the limo and approach the door. "It was, thank you," I reply, grinning widely. We pause at the door, and he takes my hand. "I was going to ask you this earlier, but I didn't want to be too forward." "What?" "Would you like to go out with me?" "Like a date?" my brow narrow. He nods, "Yea, I kinda like you and I don't want to wait until forever to know how you feel, so I would like to go out on a date with you and see how that goes." "Well, we don't need a date," I pull him to myself and with my eyes slowly closing, I place my lips on his. His lips part as they welcome mine eagerly and soon take possession of it. His arms go around my waist as his tongue sweeps past my teeth and as I am about to open up, he pulls away. "I'm sorry." He said, with apologetic eyes. "You don't have to. I liked it. I like you,"
'Get out here!' The angry voice of William shouts aloud, but I don't. I continue to hide in the closet. 'You know you can't hide from me' he sneers and I clench hard on my chest as his footsteps draw closer. 'I know where you are and I will not be angry if you come out, kid, but if you don't, I will be.' I whimper and tremble with fear and I bite my bottom lips to keep the quivering of it silent. 'Last chance!' I hear him say and next, the closet door opens and William walks in towards me. 'No!' The rasp cry escapes my mouth as he takes me by the hand and pulls me out. ‘Don't hurt me, please.’ I beg, tears running down my face. 'Too late now.' He replies and tosses me to the bed before climbing on it. "No!" I scream and my eyes open to realise it was just a nightmare. I fall back in bed and sweat breaks out on my face, and I curl into a ball. Last night's incident may have affected me more than I thought it did and now I'm having nightmares from them. I don't know if I'd be abl
I push myself over to his door and I slowly push it open and I stopped in my tracks at what I see. The grunt is louder in his room, but unlike I had expected, it's not from pain but from pleasure, apparently. Williams is completely naked from his head down, and his back faces me. In front of him is a woman with long brunette hair on her knees and he seems to love whatever it is she's doing to him because his grunt and hissing and moaning are louder in the passing moment. "Oh Viola, like that! I'm almost there! Yes." His hands buried in the lady named Viola's hair and he seems to guide her up and down his length and faster and his thrust gets wilder. I tell myself to get away from inside before I'm noticed because I am invading two people's privacy, but I'm so shocked at what is happening in front of me I can't bring myself to move. "Yes! Fuck, I'm coming!" He growls like a wild animal as his body trembles weakly and he loses his balance from his release and grabs on to the bed sta
Arthur stops his car in front of drumstick, a new restaurant that opened about a month ago and, according to him, is one of the best places he's eaten so far and I'm taking his word for it. Arthur comes to my side of the car and opens the door for me. I smile as he offers me his hand and as I accept; he pulls me out. We walk to the door of the restaurant and the security guard opens the door for us. "Ladies first," Arthur says as he steps out of the way and ushers me in. I grin deeply and shade of red appears on my face. "Thank you, but you don't have to treat me like a princess no matter what William says." The skin of his forehead folds as he stares at me. "This has nothing to do with William, it has everything to do with you." He takes my hand and brings it to his lip, placing a quick kiss on it. "It's high time you look at yourself like a princess." We make our way to our table and he pulls out a seat for me and as I sit. I stare at him as he takes his seat and after a while o
“If nothing happened, then what was this doing in my room? I have a reason to believe it’s yours.” He says and I spin around to see him holding up my silver-coloured panties with his hand. Oh shit. I bite my lips and stew quietly without uttering a word, and this seems to anger him. “The last thing I need right now is your silence.” I take a deep breath, “It has been a long day, I’m tired and I think you should leave.” If what he wants an explanation for last night, I don’t plan on giving one. I have buried that happening of last night away and I do not plan on revisiting it for any reason. He grits his teeth tightly and tosses the panties on the bed before moving back and, after staring at me for a long time, he heads for the door. I sigh in relief and take off my shirt when I hear a clicking sound and I turn around to see him pull out the key and slide it into his pocket. I blink rapidly and swallow hard as he turns around and looks at me. “I’m not going anywhere kid, not until