Not wanting to push the issue further, I decided to drop the subject and respect his boundaries."Tell me whatever terrible thing you did when you're ready." I flashed him a brief reassuring smile and then returned to my task.Just then, a loud coarse voice echoed from the living room, snapping both our focus to the doorway."XAVIER! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!"Mr. Clinton let out a sigh as he hastened towards the doorway.Curiosity etched on my face as I trailed behind Mr. Clinton into the living room."Who's that?" I whispered, tugging on his sleeve.Mr. Clinton's expression was a mix of frustration and wariness. "My troublesome sister," he murmured, picking up the pace."Sister? Mr. Clinton, you have a sister?" I asked, my brow furrowing in surprise. "You never told me."He didn't respond, his face stern and serious as if he was ready for an intense battle. And it made me wonder why his sister's presence seemed to stir up his frustration.As we entered the living room, a woman with wi
SARAH'S POV I adore his eyes, his charm, and those captivating lips. I long to feel his touch. He approaches me, and I grow impatient. 'Come closer,' I whisper. His body presses against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I feel my heart racing. I deepen the kiss, and he responds with equal fervor. His hands caress my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet nothings, and I melt into his embrace. Our bodies entwined, I feel a connection like no other. In this moment, time stands still. All that matters is the love we share. He whispers, 'I love you, Sarah,' and my heart skips a beat. I wish. I wish he could even spare me a glance or look at me with desire burning in his gaze. I rubbed my eyes as I sat on my bed with a smile on my face. It was the same dream I've been having ever since I was a teenager. Making love with the man of my dreams, I never get tired o
I know it sounded crazy to say I was already taken by a man who doesn't know I harbor feelings for him. I am too obsessed with him that I can't think of going out with any other guy other than him. The transfer student stared at me with disappointment in his eyes; I could see he really wanted to ask me out. I wouldn't blame him though, as I've got the perfect body most men want: big boobs and curves that send out waves whenever they set their eyes on me. But I only have eyes for the man in my beautiful dreams. The lecturer finally arrived, and I was thankful he came at the right time to save me from the next couple of sentences he would have said to persuade me to go out with him. After class, Helen offered for us to go shopping, and I gladly accepted. I really need a new set of jeans, a crop top, and also some colorful bras; my old ones are already getting bad. We stood ready to leave the classroom, and I could see the transfer student winking at me. I ignored him and followed H
There is so much elegance in him and that is one of the many things I love about him. I really want to see what is hidden behind those clothes. Oops, I'm thinking dirty thoughts again. I tried steadying my breathing so he wouldn't notice, but it was proving to be really difficult. Could my heartbeat stay steady in his presence? No way in this world."Hi Sarah, how have you been? It has been a long time since I last saw you." His monotonous voice soothed my heartbeat to the extent I was gazing at him with dreamy eyes."I...I've been good," I managed to reply while still gazing at his beautiful eyes. "I..." I wanted to say how much I miss him before his phone interrupted me."Sorry, I will take this," he said, answering the call, and I felt like pulling the caller by the hair through the phone for ruining my moment.Ten seconds later, he hung up and gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I would have loved to treat you to dinner, but I have to go now, it's work."I smiled at him and sh
Did I hear him right or is it just my imagination running wild, he just called the one. Is it what I think it is?"Father, can you please repeat what you just said for clarity?" I wanted to be sure."Do you have a problem with him?"He asked and I glanced at him, why would I have a problem with him? Gosh, my blood is boiling with excitement."Besides, he is the only one I trust to look after you the same way I do." He had no idea how happy I was to be entrusted to him. I get to see him every single day living under the same roof, I don't have to dream about him anymore because it would soon be a reality."Or is there......""Say no more, Father. I trust your judgement." I cut him off before he could bring another option that would make me sulk.This was the best good news I have ever heard in my entire life. I get the chance to be with him and not only that, make him mine. I am ready to do anything to make him fall for me. I tossed in my bed feeling excited, I can't wait till the next
Few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching; they were so refined and graceful that it made my heart beats rhyme with every sound that arouses my deepest desires. I could tell my face had already turned red without me looking at the mirror. I stood immediately as I saw him. Those lips again, they are making me crazy. Even his eyes are making me lose my mind. I pressed my lips tightly to avoid saying what was hidden in my mind. My heart yearns for him that there's no turning back for me. This is the man I love and will always love. I promised to always try by any means to make him love me back. He came closer, and I did the same. I really want his hot breath on my face, my neck, my body, and everything in my possession. His gaze fell on me, and my brain released the bind and unleashed me with no restraint. I did a small leap, and my body fell towards him as I tripped, almost falling before he caught me, holding my waist, and finally those hot breaths graced my skin. His face was
I woke up the next day feeling energetic and ready to make a nice breakfast for Mr. Clinton, he was surprised to see me in his bedroom with a tray of food. I woke up earlier than ever, at exactly 5 AM just to prepare breakfast for him before he leaves for work."Why go through all this for me, you don't have to," he said as he sat up on his bed while I swayed my legs childishly."It's nothing, Mr. Clinton," I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I better get used to seeing him smile like that, or I wouldn't be able to keep my thoughts from spilling out.He gazed at me, waiting for me to leave, but I was too occupied to understand. "Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?" he raised his eyebrow at me, and I gave an awkward smile."Um..I'll go to my room if you don't want me to, you know."I could tell he didn't understand what I hinted just now; a deep furrow appeared on his forehead as he stared at me, waiting for an explanation."I meant, if you don't want me to join you for bre
XAVIER'S POVI came out of my bathroom surprised to see Sarah, lying on my bed. Her hair sprawled across the bed sheet like a wild tangle, framing her sleepy face and cascading down the pillow. The cute-looking innocent girl has grown up to be a fine woman. I vividly remembered her younger sweet smile she usually gives me every time I visit. I walked over to wake her up but I stopped in my tracks when I noticed how peaceful she was while asleep. I chuckled as I recalled our earlier conversation, I never knew she was this hilarious and playful. 'Video game,' just the thought of that was inching me to burst into laughter.While I covered her with the duvet, I saw one of her hands hanging at the edge of the bed. I slowly leaned forward to position her hand properly on the bed before clearing the cutlery from my bedside table. The sight of the cutlery induced my mind to recall the umami taste of the food she prepared for me. She sounded serious when she said she would be my personal cook;