Turns out I need help as the people of the online community have been saying, since I was willing to overlook-- and explain to myself that the murder was in fact fictional. I made sure to soak longer than necessary in the bath, letting the hot water work through the knots in my shoulders and the worries in my mind. A warm shower was one of the things I was extremely grateful for once I left the orphanage, Sweet home was not the absolute worse but we only had the warmest of baths on our birthdays, and the day you get adopted, or finally age out, so when I aged out, that was my last warm bath, until I was able to afford the kind I preferred, the steaming kind. Dressed in the bathroom, I find myself at loss, I had no clothes of mine here, unless I wanted to repeat the silky gown that I had been wearing for ages. “How could you be so stupid!” I chastise myself as I walk towards what I never thought I would be putting on my body again, only to find a black, button down shirt laid out o
My head swiveled to find the speaker, Margaret, her first proper sentence to me, and the first time my eyes left Abed. “What are you talking about?”She doesn’t look up from her work as she fitted a skirt around my body, her lips thin and pressed together in concentration. “You didn’t know? I suspected it was you running the fan site.” She says again,“Margaret.” Abed says, I didn’t miss the sharp warning in his tone, and neither does she, because her brows furrows and her lips tighten, as if to say, she was not going to say more.“What fan site? What is going on?” I ask everyone, my eyes darting from Margaret, to Fran, and then to Grace, whom I thought, we had a connection of some sort, but not even she would raise her eyes to my mine. Groaning, I give up asking, and fish out my phone instead, as I am putting in the password, Abed’s voice halts me,“Some of your fans, banded together, they created a fan site that sends out a rebate tweet per second, fighting for you online, and a
There was a beat awkward silence from my end after all three of them file out, Grace being the last of them to leave as she made me promise to send her pictures of me in all of the clothes they made, they brought them from their collections and restyled them to my body and my preference, while hoping Abed would chirp in with his preference, he only silently watched. Him on the other hand was picking up their used cups and plates and dumping them in his trolley, without a care in the world, he had already refused my offer to help twice. In his words, “Sit there, look pretty, and give me hard on’s.” He said this with a wink, and ended up giving me the lady boner.I follow behind him as he strolled out with the trolley in front of him, he hummed a song I vaguely recognize. He seemed more relaxed than I had ever seen him, I don’t understand, I know the contract said six months, but aren’t we supposed to start with something? I usually don’t have thoughts like this about a specific person
In my head I did it, her big eyes begged me, I could practically smell the lust rolling off of her in waves, my fingers came in contact with her skin as it did so many other times in my head, and it felt so good that a groan slipped out of my lips, placing her against the marbled table top, our mouths devoured each other, her fingers tugged on my hair as mine scoured the entirety of her back. “Did we interrupt something?” Joanne’s voice brought me out of my head, and back to the present, I find that I have taken more than a few steps close to her, and she was red in the face, and she looked so cute when she thought someone else had peeked into her dirty thoughts. “No, you did not.” She takes a step back away from me, creating space between us.I detect annoyance and irritation in her voice, I know she was angry about it, I may have just unintentionally rejected her, and knowing her, she was hurt. This time she looks at me when she says this,“I didn’t know we were expecting guests
I stifled a weary sigh when I realized I was being left alone with Joanne, and from the narrow eyed glare she was giving me, I would say the feeling was mutual. She hovers in front of me like I was some sort of experiment she was trying her best to understand. “Should I be worried?” I ask, meeting her eyes.“How did you become his sous chef? In fact, how did you sneak your way into his life?”I eye her wearily, her eyes had become even more razor like, and I don’t think she realizes, but she was bearing her fangs as she spoke. The understanding dawned on me then, she was protecting her friend, her person. With a sigh, I start, “He asked me to, both times, he even had an apron made for me.”Her slitted eyes widened to the point where I feared they would bulge out of her head, then what was I supposed to tell Abed, or worse Clay? Then as if she talked herself into it, her shoulders draw back into themselves, and she falls into her seat beside me.“He did?”Turning my upper body, I f
When they return from the kitchen, I make up a story about being too tired and sleepy, and I think he believed me because he bids me good night and walked me to the front of my room. He doesn’t try to kiss my forehead tonight, and I am pleased with that, I was not sure I would have liked that, considering all the thoughts that were playing in my head in a loop. The door shut behind me, without a second thought, I climbed into bed, and under the covers, hoping to separate myself from him for a while, but my thoughts were what was haunting me. “...he’s adopted..”Joanne’s words kept coming back to me. It was no secret that I grew up in the orphanage, asides the fact that I volunteered at every orphanage I could find during my early days, and till date a chunk of whatever I earned went to orphanages around the world, people from Sweet Home often went to the media whenever they needed quick cash to talk about my time in the orphanage, so Greg made me do interviews about it myself, so th
My eyes remain on the door handle, and once again, I try rattling it, it stayed the way it was, locked. I choke back how I felt, reminding myself over and over of my place in the house, a temporary guest, nothing more, he had a life to live that he didn’t concern me. “Rachel?” He called out from the other side, startling me, he sounded so close, like he was pressed against the door. I clear my throat,“It is you, I wanted to know who it was.”“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” His words betrayed nothing, he sounded as composed as he usually did.It was probably nothing right? Even if it were, would it be my business? “No, nothing. See you tomorrow.” I say and at the same time, I spin on my heels, already retreating. Explaining to myself that it was fine for him to not want to face me, it was none of my business, but even as I collapsed on my bed, I felt some weird emotion choke me, it pressed tightly against my chest, threatening to spill out of my eyes. I forced myself
A gulp.His eyes slowly travel from my face, as if he were tracing the slopes, and committing them to memory. My mouth still tingled from the kiss, my entire body felt alive, roaring from the contact. Everywhere his eyes stopped felt like my body was on fire, and it felt so good, I felt myself holding my breath in anticipation. His eyes, dark with lust, stop at my crotch, and then he looks directly in my eyes, a small gasp slips from my mouth at how sexy he looked in that minute. His eyes were dark, and promised a world I wanted to explore and never leave. “How can I break a rule if I never knew about them? You never gave me any lessons.” I sounded so bold, I almost applauded myself for that.Circling a palm around my ankle, he pulled me to himself in one fluid movement, my skin burned from where he touched me, I needed him to touch me every other place, every other day. “Well here is lesson number one, getting wet for someone other than me, is a punishable offence.” His hand slowl