Love After

Layla.

"Bye honey! Don't miss us so much!" My mom said as she pulled me into a hug, her flowery scent filling my nostrils. I let out a sad smile at her words. Why wouldn't I miss them? They are my parents after all.

"I'll try not to." I said as I pulled away from the hug and she smiled at me, gently touching my cheeks.

"That's my girl." She muttered and I grinned at her. We were at the airport and my parents were about to leave for a vacation that would last them a week and I hated to admit it, but I didn't like it when I was away from my parents.

"Please, take care of our daughter." My dad said to the man standing beside me and I looked up at him. His name was Dante and to everyone who knew us, he was my Uncle even though he didn't look anything like us and wasn't even related to us. But that's a story for another day.

"Of course, I'll do my best." He said solemnly and I resisted the urge to scoff. He was a great person no doubt, but he could be rather rotten whenever he wants to be.

"In that case, we really have to go now. Our flight has been called and we don't want to miss it."  My dad announced. He shook hands with Dante one last time, giving me a genial pat at the back. My mom managed to squeeze in a little hug and before bidding us goodbye and walking away. I waved goodbye at them till they disappeared from my sight before letting out a sigh. For the first time in a long while, I would be left all alone.

Well... Not technically alone, the voice in my head whispered and I shuddered slightly. Of course, I almost forgot. I would be left alone with my Uncle. The man I had been infatuated with for as long as I can remember. Not that I plan to do anything about it but still.

"Okay, party's over. It's time to go home." He announced and turned around, walking away briskly. I stood there, stunned for a moment before running after him and falling into steps with him. He walked us out of the airport to where we parked our truck and we entered into it.

Wearing my seatbelt, I watched as he turned on the ignition and the car revved to life. Without another word, he drove into the road and we began to head home. The ride was silent and for the most part, I glanced out the window, feeling to shy to speak. On the times I wasn't doing so, I was staring at my uncle and admiring his handsome he looked.

Jet black hair that was beautiful curled on his good days, a clean shaven face and a muscled arms that was lined with veins. His fingers too were something, so long and so pretty too. It didn't make sense for a man like him to look this good.

"You keep staring at me like that and you're going to burn a hole through my body." Dante spoke up and I flinched. Have I been staring that hard?

"See something you like?" He asked as he glanced at me and I scoffed even as I felt cheeks heat up.

"Get out of your head. You're not even that appealing." I mumbled, turning my direction out the window. I heard him chuckle and I felt my stomach do flips. Why does he sound so good?

"Say whatever you want, but I'll have you know that I look at my reflection every morning and I have to admit, I look pretty good." He said and I scoffed but deep down, I knew I couldn't refute his words. He was easily the most handsome man I've ever seen.

We finally got back home and without waiting another second, I jumped out of his truck and ran into the house, going straight to my room and locking myself in it. Jumping on my bed, I grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it, trying to get my heart to stop racing. I couldn't believe it, I would be alone with Dante for the next few days!

I heard him come in but for a long time, he didn't try to disturb me. I entertained so many unholy thoughts during that period that I was so mortified with myself and needed to take a cold shower. Once I had a semblance of control, I changed into something that flattered my body but was still a tad decent and came out of the room. The smell of something delicious wafted through the air and I quickly realized Dante was cooking.

Urged on by the delectable scent, I rushed down to the living room and met Dante in the kitchen, packing some things into loads of Tupperware containers and placing it in the fridge. Though it was well past lunch time, it was still too early for dinner.

"Why are you cooking so early?" I asked and he turned to look at me.

"I'm preparing your dinner. I won't be home to fo that."

"Why, were are you going?"

"That's none of your business. My job is to take care of you and that's what I'm going to do."

I frowned, crossing my arms. A part of me already knew what he was about to do and to be honest, I didn't like it one bit. "Let me guess, you want to start philandering about. It's not even twenty four hours since my parents left this house!"

"And?" He asked, corking his brow. I tried to think of a retort but nothing would make it past my lips. Just like I said before, he could be absolutely rotten whenever he wants to be.

He walked closer, towering above me and staring down at me. I looked up at him, a frown on my face. "Stay put, Layla. I don't want doing anything unruly. If I catch you, let's just say I'm going to punish you if you do."

There was nothing sexual about this threat, so why did my pussy spasm at his words? I swallowed down my mortification, willing myself to appear unperturbed.

"Your dinner is in the fridge. If you're hungry, just warm it up in the microwave and eat. I won't be coming home early do don't bother waiting up for me." He said. Lowering himself to kiss my forehead, he gave me a small smile as he walked past me and headed out of the house.

"I'll see you when I see you!" He called out and I soon heard the door lock behind me. I managed to draw air into my lungs and keep myself from crumbling to the floor.

Why do I want this man so much that it hurts?