by Elaine May
I really like it.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As if my world isn’t changing enough it decides to throw me another thing to overcome and then another and another.
More battle wounds that my year would love to ridicule.
Glasses? Why do I have to wear glasses?
Braces and not just the nicer ones where you can take them out. Oh no I haveto have the tracker ones that are cemented to your teeth. They are horrible and with the black-rimmed glasses I wear I hate myself too.
Mum is sick too.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I’m waking up with someone’s arms wrapped around me. The room is dark but the street lights from outside try to illuminate the large room. I can smell his scent filling the room, travelling through my nose as the side of my face nestles against his chest. I can feel his chest hair tickling my nose and I feel happy.
I feel refreshed and energised. I’m with Charlton.
I’m in his bed.
We had sex again.
It was amazing.
I’ve slept in his bed. I’m sleeping in Charlton’s bed and I’m nestled into him like we are any normal couple.
We are anything but a normal couple.
We’re being forced into this.
If I stay here in his bed till he wakes up then he’s going to get all big-headed and think that I’m working on the idea of us being married. Being happy. And I can’t do that. I can’t let the man have that much power over me, he already has far too much. He has already made me have sex with him again, I tried so hard but he was just too powerful to control myself. I had wanted him so much last night. His body spoke to me in a way that just begged to be answered and I became his willing slave.
Oh God, this is all his fault.
I am acting completely out of character and it’s all his fault.
If I get married to this man like everyone wants this is what he’ll always be like. He’ll drive me crazy till the day I die. I can’t do this. I know I keep saying the same thing but I can’t live a life where the man is going to get so much under my skin. That’s what he’s doing and if I have no option but to marry Charlton then maybe I can just make his life so hellish that he’ll want to end it himself. If that doesn’t work at least I can spend my days laughing at what I can do to him. I don’t want it to get to that point though.
I need him to end this.
I need him to end this now before I do anything else that’s as stupid. The reaction I got when I threatened to drop his phone in my glass was priceless and don’t even get me started on when Sammy weed all over him.
Sammy?
Oh my God, my poor baby, I left him at home all night when I was supposed to only be out for a few hours. I’m a terrible human.
How could I do that to my favourite boy?
I’m a bad mummy.
I look past Charlton to the edge of his bed and see the time glaring at me from his clock. Two twenty one, I can leave now and get home and let Sammy out before he gets too desperate. I unwrap myself from Charlton’s arms and get dressed in my clothes as quietly as I can. If he wakes up now he’ll start kissing me again and I’ll be pushed back under his blanket of lust. I’ve left my poor baby at home on his own and I really don’t need Charlton to make me any later.
This is all his fault. I look over at the man in question and he looks so peaceful, so warm and inviting but this is all part of his trap.
No, I’m not doing it. I put my shoes on and grab my bag and leave his room as quietly as can. As I walk down the hallway, my mobile in my hand lighting my way, I remember about all his pictures. I hold my phone up higher and I go through all the pictures, there are so many of him with his family or friends doing all sorts of different things. Climbing, skiing, scuba diving and even mid air jumping out of a plane. The man has definitely lived an interestinglife, no wonder he’s more keen on getting married. He’s already lived it all, what’s left except marriage and babies?
Oh God, we’d have to have babies just to have an heir and someone to carry on the Williams name. Why didn’t I think of that before?
I’m just a bloody means to an end.
Arghh. My hand reaches into my handbag and I find my sharpie pen. I look up at all his pictures and an evil idea comes to my head.
This could be fun, it will be a shame that I won’t be able to see his face when he sees what I have done but at this point I don’t care.
Payback. I take the lid off, the hand holding my phone starts to shake but I lift it up so I can see where his handsome face is. He’s looking at me with those beautiful eyes and cocky smile, knowing how he effects women. Knowing he can get whatever he wants by just making eye contact.
Arghhh bloody man. I raise the hand with the pen and I start to mark over the glass that shows his face. A black blob greets me and it’s somewhat satisfying knowing I have disfigured him.
Ha, take that.
I do it again and then again, ruining quite a few of his pictures in the process but I don’t care.
He deserves it.
He’s ruining my life, confusing it.
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When I get home I have a lot of making up to do but as soon as I let Sammy out and back in again and give him a treat it is as if it never happened. He comes with me to bed and nestles in next to me and all I can think about is what Charlton will say when he sees that I left and ruined all his pictures. That was pretty bad of me but as I was doing it I didn’t feel bad once, no it was liberating. He is making me act differently, I am not the type of girl who is geared up about sex. In my twenty four years I have only had sex once and that was amazing, who could be better than that? No one has taken my interest since and I don’t see the point of sharing something as intimate as sex with someone like that, but then Charlton came back. He came along and I am throwing all my thoughts out the door.
Considering all the thoughts that are running amok in my brain I am able to sleep. The first night in weeks where I amactually able to have a night’s sleep without waking up in a sweat. I have a goodnight’s sleep but that doesn’t help when my phone starts to blare at me. I wake up a bit dazed, where is that sound coming from? It is blaring and blaring and I can feel Sammy move from the side of me. I reach my hand out, it knocks my lamp off my bedside table and when I turn and creek my eyes open I see the screen of my mobile flashing Charlton’s name.
“H..Hello.”
“Where are you?” He says, sounding somewhat annoyed.
“Home, where do you think?”
“You were home.”
“Your place is not my home.”
“Ok, you have me there. We’ll have our own home.” He stops for a moment and I can hear him breathing and I remember the way his breathing tickled my skin last night. It felt so nice.
“You know what we should just talk about?When we’re both going to move into our new home.” I almost drop the phone in shock. I mean, I know it is going to happen, but this quickly? I would have thought that he would have tried to end it by now. Why is he happy to keep going on with this?
“What?”
“We may as well move into the new place. You know what?We should just move the wedding forward.”
“I’m sorry, what? I mean, are you insane?”
“Of course not. Don’t you think it makes sense?”
“Make sense?And what about Sammy?”
“Sammy, who the fuck is Sammy?”
Oh my god I can’t believe this, how many times have I had to tell him about my baby.
“My dog, arsehole.” I hear him move around and then the unmistakable sound of him gasping. He’s silent for a moment and then he lets rip in great technicolour.
“What the fuck?”
“What’s the matter now?”
“What’s the matter now?” He says before stopping for a moment, his heavy breathing coming through the line as clear as day.
“What’s the matter now? What the fuck have you done to my pictures?�
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“Oh that?” He tries to laugh but I know the current situation stops him.
“Oh that she says, like it’s nothing.” Oh dear, now he’s talking to himself.
“Most of the pictures in my hallway have a black mark over my face. What the fuck have you done to my life now?”
What have I done to his life? What is he doing to my life? He ripped it apart once before and as if that wasn’t good enough he’s come back for round two.
“Your life?What about mine?”
“Oh please, I’m trying and all you seem to be willing to do is ruin everything. I’ve tried to be nice, I’ve tried to be good to you and all you want to do is throw it back in my face. You’re being a bitch and I never thought I would be saying that about my childhood friend.”
“Childhood friend? Me? You? Us? We may have been a long time ago but then you sabotaged it.” With those words leaving a bitter taste on my tongue I end the call.
He’s such a bastard.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I think they are both still my friends, but I am losing out to something bigger and better. To Louisa I am no longer one of the cool girls at school, it is as if she has tohang out with me because she has to but when we are alone, she wants me all to herself. Charlton, on the over hand, I am losing completely to his year, he no longer wants to be seen with his baby sister’s friend. I feel mad at both of them. When I think no one else is watching, when I am on my own I try to hide the odd look I throw his way, he is so beautiful even with the odd spots that grace his face. I like him and everyone else in school seems to know how I feel about him and it is the perfect way to tease me.
An hour later I storm through the doors of the lift as they open and march myself to his office before even making a stop at mine. I know he’ll already be in and seeing his arrogant arse is more important right now than anything else.
Childhood friends?
Move in with him?
Now?
It’s so stupid.
He’s stupid. I forget that he has his own PA for a moment until she starts to talk to me.
“Hello Noelle, what can I do for you?” She asks me while looking up at me in shock. I doubt she expected to see me here.
“I need to see him.” I don’t even stop for her answer.
“Noelle, can I just say I think you make a wonderful couple.” I stop dead in my tracks.
“What?” I don’t even look back at her, my feet are cemented to the floor.
“I saw the photos of you and you look so cute together.”
Oh God, it’s already starting and people already have their own thoughts on us. I don’t know what to say to her, I didn’t expect this, not at work. This is all his fault. I try to give her a quick smile, but I just can’t do it, I think it’s more of a frown than a smile. I open his office door and the anger for him washes itself through me as I see him just sitting there behind his desk all devil-may-care.
Bastard.
He’s so confident.
So smug as his smile spreads through his face as he sees me. I close the door behind me and stand against it, my breathing coming far too fast.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you think you just said enough an hour ago?” Hesays and I can see the shock changing his smile. What did he think? That I would be ooh yes let’s move in together just because he said it was the right time and thing to do.
“I came to see you. Childhood friend?” He rolls his eyes at me as if I’m a child acting up.
“Why? The conversation is over, we both said our piece and now it’s out and done. You’re moving in with me and soon we’ll get married.”
“I don’t think so” He stops what he’s doing and just looks up at me, he looks so handsome in a suit.
“How’s that going to work, princess? We are going to get married whether we like it or not. Our futures are set in stone, as it were.” There’s that cocky tone again and I just have to turn away from him as my fingers run through my hair in frustration as I release a huge breath of air. I just don’t know what to say. I don’t want to disappoint my father and that’s exactly what I’ll do if I don’t go through with this. But to marry this man who’s not giving an inch? My father may as well have made a pact with the devil himself and doomed my soul to an eternity in hell.
“You do know that, don’t you?” He says, as if I’m an idiot.
“Y...Y..Yes I know that. I’m not stupid, thank you very much.”
I make the mistake of turning to look at him and his eyes have a deep intense look to them that wants to draw me in. I need to put this back in my corner and I know just how to do it. If he wants me to move in so much then so be it, but it won’t only be me.
“Sammy comes too.” I shuffle on my feet the more uncomfortable I get.
“What?”
“My dog, Charlton. My God, you need to learn the important things if we’re going to pull this off.” My heart hammers through my chest and I struggle to calm my breathing.
“If I’m going to be moving in with you then Sammy moves in too.” I cross my hands over my tummy.
“He’s not going to piss on me, again is he?” I struggle with the laugh that wants to erupt just at the thought of Sammy weeing on his leg. That was funny, maybe I could make him do that again if I’m lucky.
“I’m sure he won’t. As long as you don’t annoy me.”
“You know what? You look so hot when you’re annoyed with me. When you’re fighting me, your whole face turns a beautiful pink and I can see it going down to those beautiful breasts of yours. I need you. I really need you coming around my cock right now.” I shake my head as my eyebrows rise and I notice how Charlton can’t keep his eyes off me. I bite my bottom lip as his eyes rake me up and down, lust burning through his irises.
Oh god, how am I supposed to keep fighting this?
“I want my big fat cock inside your sweet wet pussy.”
“I don’t think so.”
He stands up from his chair and comes over to me. When Charlton reaches me he moves a piece of my hair that has come away from my plait to behind my ear. His breath tickles my neck as he leans into me, his thigh touches mine and his whole being engulfs my senses.
“Why not?” He asks as he leans into me, breathing me in, poking his tongue out and then taking a slow lick up my neck. Oh God, it feels so nice, my whole body becomes super-sensitive.
“I’m mad at you.” I say as he starts to nibble at my ear, sending electrical currents to my clit before moving away from me, keeping his back against the door so his eyes remain on me.
Where’s he going?
“Do you want me?”
I try to look innocent as I lick my lips, yeah I could really do with him right now.
“N..N..now.” I say, slowly making sure he can see my tongue work around the words as he nods his head.
“You better get your sweet arse here now.”
I walk towards him slowly, swinging my hips as I do. I come up to the side of him, making sure to play with his hair as he leans into my touch.
“You want me now?” I reach out and take hold of him, squeezing just a little bit and I’m pleased to notice he firms in my touch.
“Oh god yes.” I remove my hand from him and I gracefully go down on my knees in front of him.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“I’m not stopping you, princess.”
I can see the bulge in his trousers and I start to feel really hungry for him. I want him so bad. I slowly reach up and run my hand along the length of his package in a few long strokes, going back and forth along the length of him, making him moan a little. I go for his zipper and pull him out, wrapping my fingers around him. He’s just as he was the last time, long and thick, a blue vein travels from the base all the way to his head which starts pulsating with his need for me. I hear him as he shifts around on his feet and I know I have him wondering what’s going to happen next. I start to run my fingers along his length, feeling the bumps of the vein
I was just admiring. He’s soft and smooth against my touch and I want more of him. The smell of him is perfect, clean and male. Ihave to taste him, so I wrap my lips around him while he takes in a sharp breath as I flick my tongue over his head, tasting the small taste of pre-cum before going down as far as I can, gagging as he reaches the back of my throat. I release him with a pop and then do the same thing again as he shifts on his feet even more. My hands travel up his thighs and when I reach his balls I cup them and tickle them with my fingers. I go down him again, this time making sure to go slowly before going back up and using my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft, my fingers staying put around his balls.
“O..Oh God.” I hear him moan and I can feel the lust in his voice.
I go down and once I have him fully inside me I give a little swallow and I hear another groan come from deep in his throat. Charlton gives away a big breath and then one of his hands take a firm hold of my wrist.
“Enough. I need more.” He pulls me up, acting all cool, but I can see in his eyes he’s anything but. I look up at him giving a certain look as I bite my bottom lip and ask with my eyes what did I do wrong? He growls in response as he starts to walk me backwards, pushing me against the wall.
“You’re a very dirty girl. Taking me all the way down your throat like that.”
“Am I? I’m sorry if that’s what you think.” I say as I tilt my head to the side and bite my lip again.
“Bloody woman.” He whispers asour lips lock and he runs his hands through my hair, pulling at the ends, forcing my head back. He moves us around and then slams me against the door, it creaks with the force and I don’t even care if his receptionist can hear it. My back starts to ache as he keeps knocking me against it. He lights up a little and just looks at me while his hands glide over my covered breasts, squeezing them and then trailing his finger down my chest,leaving a path of hot lava in its wake. I should really stop this, we shouldn’t have sex again, but then I really don’t want to. He’s so good and he just knows how to touch me, caress me. Before I know what he’s doing he’s ripping my blouse open and then pulling my skirt and my tights down my legs, taking my shoes off as he gets to my feet.
