The Birthday

TWO WEEKS AGO

Beep! Beep!! Beep!!!

The alarm went off, somehow always sounding more serious than the previous. With the fluidity of a cat, Isadora slid on the oven mittens and released the muffins from the oven, transferring them into another stainless tray. It was almost burnt.

"This is what I get for trusting you to watch this while I shower Vallea'' Isadora pouted, referring to the young lady sitting across the television in the sitting room.

Vallea jumped off the couch, striding into the kitchen immediately the delicious scent of freshly baked muffins hit her nose. "I have the attention span size of a pea when things are boring. You can't blame me for that."She said to justify her negligence.

Isadora rolled her eyes. She blamed herself for having entrusted such a task to Vallea, while quite knowing her character a little too well, "Touche."

"This smells good!" Vallea ogled the muffins eye wide.

"Don't touch it yet, it's hot!" Isadora swatted her hand away.

"Ouch!" Vallea retracted her hands in pain. "You didn't have to hit it so hard. It's not my fault your muffins are always so good. What do you put in them anyway?"

Isadora smiled, shaking her head. Her dear friend couldn't get any more silly, "You would know if you actually help out in anything." She turns to wash her hands in the sink.

When she was done, Vallea had already bitten into one of the chocolate muffins. 

"Ouch... ugh… ah!" She cried out, vigorously breathing in and out, chewing as the muffin burned her tongue and the back of her throat.

Isadora idly watched this happen, amused by Vallea's struggles."You deserve that. Didn't I warn you how hot it was? It literally just came out of the oven."

She grinned, "Anyways, the rest of these are for me and Nicholas. Don't think of having another." She secured the tray of muffins by her side.

Vallea's expression became ugly, she looked wronged, "Even while being near the sink you couldn't get me a cup of water to soothe my burning throat. What kind of best friend are you?" 

"The one you love so very much." Isadora stretched her torso across the middle counter and flicked a finger and Vallea's forehead. 

Giving up the argument, Vallea grabbed a kitchen stool and sat, daydreaming. "I still can't believe school resumes in a month! The holiday was far too short. I didn't even get to travel and rest properly as I liked! Soon it will all be school work and shit."

"I know, beats me." Isadora groaned at the thoughts of resumption at the university. It had been a hectic session last time.

"Your birthday tomorrow is just the perfect time to get drunk and unwind, Woohoo!" She cheered.

"Yeah, I still can't believe Nicholas got us the VIP passes to the Red Rock Bar. That's like the exclusive of exclusive bars! Who knows I might finally get some rich d*ck to pound my tense ass." Vallea commented without filter.

"You whore!"

"What? Maybe I could hit you up with a little something-something too." She winked.

"Why do I even bother with you? I think I sprinkled a little too much craziness in my 'find a best friend shopping list'" Isadora air quoted, before proceeding to prepare ingredients to make butter icing.

"I just miss the days when you weren't tied down. We used to do so much stupid shit together without having a care in the world. You are tamed now, unfortunately."

Isadora chuckled, "We were wild but never too far…"

"Of course, we didn't go too far! That didn't stand a chance when you decided to babysit a man." Vallea scoffed.

"Who was the one screaming like a child when Nicholas showed up with the red jacket VIP passes?" Isadora asked calmly, not breaking eye contact from the icing she stirred.

"Well… he is a very capable boyfriend, I would give you that," Vallea admitted.

"You seem very stressed out… Vallea, do you think I should break up with him?" Isadora asked, her tone sounded deceptively casual.

"I… I…." Vallea suddenly became short of words, stunned by Isadora's sudden question.

"I mean if you want…"

Isadora noticed her bemused expression and shot a grin... one that didn't reach her ears, "I was just kidding, there is no need to be so stiff!"

"Right… right…" Vallea said, nodding as if to reassure herself. 

Goosebumps grew on her body as she realized she couldn't return Isadora's smile. What just happened?

"What's that delicious smell!"A masculine voice suddenly introduced itself.

"Speak of the devil," Isadora stated, still smiling.

Nicholas slammed the entrance door shut and went to Isadora directly. He pulled her by the waist to himself and feathered soft pecks on her lips before reaching in for a deep long kiss.

Isadora blinked and leaned slightly away from him, stopping his movements in the process. She dipped her finger into the butter icing and stuck it in Nicholas' mouth, urging him to suck it off.

"I made my signature muffins today, your favorite. You can eat them later when it's cool enough."

Nicholas closed the gap between them, "I'd rather eat you."

Giggling at Nicholas's confession, she licked her lips. The slow, sensual movement hit him like a punch in the gut.

"Damn, if I can just…"

"Ahemm!" Vallea cleared her throat obnoxiously, bringing attention to herself.

"Oh, Vallea. I didn't see you there."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes, not very impressed by what just happened.

"Is that for me? You didn't have to!" She squealed, reaching for the four heavy looking Chanel shopping bags Nicholas carried.

It looked so expensive. They must be her birthday presents.

Nicholas frowned, "These aren't yours. It's for Dora. I'll get your gift later, don't covet what's hers." He said bluntly.

Vallea bit her lips embarrassed. They weren't for her but what would a bitch like Isadora be doing with expensive stuff like this? It doesn't suit her at all!

Isadora noticed Vallea's sour looks and reprimanded Nicholas, "Vallea only made an assumption. There is no need to be so harsh."

"Then it's a very stupid assumption. I'll say whatever I like."Nicholas didn't budge on his words.

"That isn't…."

"It's alright, Dora." Vallea forced a smile. "I am sure he will personally pick something nice for me." She stared at him in hope.

Nicholas didn't reply to her but held Isadora again, tightly, "I've missed you so much. Wish my father hadn't made it compulsory to accompany him on a week-long business trip amongst those slutty women looking for a rich grab" His tone was laced with disgust.

"But how can a chicken be compared to a swan? You are the only swan in this room." He declared nibbling on Isadora's lips for a kiss again. His hands wrapped around her waist, cupping her ass.

Vallea could only grit her teeth as she watched this scene. This bastard! He really has a foul mouth. Does he mean she was a chicken? What insolence!

Watching him kiss Isadora, once again ignoring her only made her angrier. Still, she suppressed her distress into a smile. "Alright love birds, I'm going to leave you two alone to carry on with your business." She announced, stood up, and picked her bag off the couch, in preparation to leave.

Isadora wanted to disengage the kiss and see Vallea off but Nicholas bit her lips hard, forcing her in place. 

Seeing that Isadora wouldn't see her off, Vallea fumed and headed for the door. She stopped momentarily and stared and Nicholas looking angry, then hurt, then sad… and then to Isadora with fleeting hatred in her eyes before closing the door with a loud bang.

Isadora broke the kiss as soon as the door got shut.

"Look what you did, you made Vallea leave!" Isadora turned her body away from Nicholas giving her back as she feigned annoyance.

"I would have kicked her out personally if she hadn't done so. You know I just put up with her because you are her friend. She's a bitch who shouldn't be in your company.

"Why do I get the feeling you don't like Vallea very much? She had met you first and introduced me to you." She scoffed at his vague reply.

"Probably because she is the reason why my girlfriend refuses to look me in the face." Nicholas groaned as he hugged Isadora from the back, his breath fanned her ears.

"And probably because her presence stops me from doing this…"

Nicholas felt a slight shiver run through her entire body as he snaked his hands into Isadora's blouse, underneath her bra, to the bare skin on her breasts… he was so absorbed in his own pleasure that he didn't notice Isadora's face go blank and frigid.

"Let me go, Nicholas. You know I am not ready for this." Isadora stated flatly, as she strained to free herself from Nicholas's grip,

Her hips brushed against his torso as she adjusted against him. Desire blazed through him and his muscles tensed, his body hardened as a result of the unintentional contact.

"Let you go? Don't you think it's already too late for that, my virgin princess?" He drew her closer, letting her feel the bump down there. Letting her know exactly what she was doing to him.

Isadora gulped, the lingering feeling of fear and danger suddenly enveloping her very being. Still, she tried to make her words as light as possible, "You promised to wait for me, don't get too carried away."

"I know and I plan to keep that promise. It would be easier if only you didn't have such a perfect body!" He pressed his d*ck clothed in his trousers further against her ass.

"Nicholas…."

"I long to see the day when you get on your knees and beg me to f*ck you senseless. How your fat a*s would clap against me as your tits bounce in the air...oh gosh!" He spoke grinding hard against her, the stroke went in various angles.

"Nicholas, stop it…"

Nicholas jerked his head backward, his dark eyes widened, his breaths came in short bursts, lost in the moment, "Fuck! You are so perfect."

"I said stop!" Isadora yelled and struck his chest hard with her elbows.

Nicholas released her immediately, suddenly self aware of what he had done, the look of horror Isadora had on, imprinted in his mind.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry.." He said, but his eyes held the least trace of remorse.

"You forgive me, babe, right?" His tone was very suggestive.

Isadora sighed, "It's okay. I guess things like this get a bit frustrating sometimes, it's not your fault." 

But it was. It was one hundred percent his.

She smiled, "I promise not to make you wait too long." Her line of sight propagated downwards, "But we still have a little bit of a problem there don't we? Let me help you with that"

Taking one big breath, Isadora tied her hair up, went down on her knees. She reached for Nicholas's belt and his d*ck stirred.

"No, don't." Nicholas shaked her hands off, stopping her from going further. "Don't worry I'd go take care of it myself," Nicholas said as he reigned onto his fading self control, if he let Isadora on him, he might just not be able to hold out much longer.

"Why don't you finish up with the muffins first and check out what I brought for you? I'd be back soon so we can cuddle and binge watch the rest of the 'Jack and the Sparrows." Nicholas gave her a quick peck on the forehead, with that, he quickly headed for the bathroom.

"Pity," Isadora whispered to herself.

Even with all that just happened, her expression was eerily calm as she resumed stirring the icing.

Recently Nicholas has gotten more willful, she knew it would be long till his patience was exhausted. But that was who she is and there is no way around this. She hated sex and just about everything about it. The idea of having anything thrust into her chilled her to the core. This extremely intimate action wasn't one that brought fond memories to her. Memories buried deep in her mind… memories she never wanted to remember.

In truth, she was disgusted with herself for having to cling to Nicholas, but he was her only option… for now.

Isadora reached into the kitchen cabinets and sourced out a translucent orange bottle with a white cap. 

Expressionless, she emptied one, two, three, four… white pills into a mini mortar and pestle and ground it up smoothly. The bottle was returned to its original position and she proceeded to dust off the powder into the butter icing, which was stirred properly. She piped it on the head tops of the muffins'.

"Are you done, Isadora?! Jack and the Sparrows is gonna come up soon" Nicholas yelled from the bedroom.

"Coming!" She yelled back, taking the tray with her.

This was her home and there shall be no accidents. Hopefully, he would sleep peacefully after snacking.