Time seemed to be taking all year to go by because even though it felt like hours already to Anders, they had only started on the second course. He thought he could really use some quiet right now, but it would be impolite to ask to use the restroom, considering the fact that he had done that a few minutes ago. Anders felt Sophia’s hands on his thighs again, but he didn’t try to shake her off this time. Not with her father’s eyes fixed on him. “You both seem to have gotten closer,” he commented, still watching them intently. “Don’t you think it’s time for an announcement?”Anders almost choked on the food, and he grabbed the glass of juice, taking his time to down half the cup’s content before looking up at the President. “Er…I think it’s best we take our time.” He didn’t need to look at Sophia to know she thought the exact opposite. “Nonsense!” The president’s wife asserted at once. “There’s nothing like taking one's time where you both are concerned. You’ve been friends since you
The chatter from the living room seemed to slowly cease, silence seeping into the cracks. They paid rapt attention to the unsaid words, to the expression on Anders’ face, and to the fact that he had his eyes suddenly glued to the door, more determined than it had been all evening. Anders’ mother had noticed, even though she had chosen to say nothing. She knew her son enough to realize that there was something intense going on in his life, or at least, something that bore the similitude of intensity. He had never really enjoyed these dinners, but he tried to act like he did. Anders was always the one with the polite smile, the subtle glances as Sophia, the courteous conversation starter, the joker. He played everything by the book, even though deep down, he counted the hours until he could return home. But tonight, everything was different. He needed to be out of there as fast as possible. His whole being was outside those doors, and no one could keep him in there. Anders’ mother a
“Orleans?” Anders tried to make it sound casual, even though every part of him had suddenly become hot. A muscle worked in his jaw as he looked at her, waiting for a response.Veil nodded, her head bobbing up and down the window. “The cop didn’t tell me when he left.”“He was in the station with you?”Veil sighed and slumped into the seat. “When are we going to get there?” she said. “June must be so worried. I want a burger.”Her thoughts were all over the place, and Anders found it adorable. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that Orleans had somehow played a role in getting her to the station, yet had left her there. “How did you end up at the station?”“Orleans was going too fast,” she muttered. “He was trying to sing the song, and then the cops asked us to stop. The lights were blinding and they hurt my eyes.”“That’s because you have been drinking too much,” Anders muttered, rolling his eyes. “And Orleans? Was he drunk too?”Veil shrugged and looked at him. “I don’t know.”“You don
When Veil was younger, she had a toy she always wanted to play with. Even when it got old and ragged, taking it away was the hardest thing. Her mother had once hidden it under a pile of clothing, and Veil had cried every day, unable to sleep without it. But one day, when everyone had forgotten about it, Veil had been sorting out the pile of clothing when she discovered it at the end. She had felt excitement coarse through her bones as she held it in her hands. It was like the first time her father had brought it over during dinner. Her lips parted slightly as she gazed up at it, feeling all her worries melt away. All the sleepless nights seemed worthwhile for that moment, and if Veil had been given the opportunity to lose the toy all over again, she would have. It felt the same with Anders, his lips tugging at hers, probing her open. Veil gasped into his mouth and felt all her worries melt into that one moment. Perhaps, it was the alcohol increasing her feelings, but Veil knew
Anders suddenly put a hand on her wrist, stopping her before she went any further. She looked at him with a question in her eyes, but Anders smirked and started walking, making her take steps backward until the back of her legs hit the bed. He pulled her to him with such speed that Veil barely had time to react before he slammed her lips on hers. Snaking his hands on her thighs, his hand met her damp panties and he reveled in the feeling. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined doing this?” He drawled, moving her panties sideways, and sliding one finger deep inside her. Veil bit back a moan as she pushed her hips towards him provocatively, griding fast and hard. Anders loved every bit of it. He turned her around, and swept her hair to one corner, bringing down her zip slowly, his hands playing with her bare skin every second. The dress fell to the ground easily, and Veil stepped out of it, feeling self-conscious. “Sophia definitely looks a million times better than I do,” she
Veil thought she heard the sound of a shower running in her sleep, but when her eyes finally fluttered open, there was a peaceful silence permeating the room. Rolling to the other side of the bed, she basked in the ray of sunlight coming in through the window.Summer had always been her favorite season, but she recently didn’t have the liberty to enjoy it. But right now, it felt like the whole world had come to a standstill, and she had all the time in the world to enjoy it.There was a faint sound coming from somewhere outside the door, and Veil’s senses suddenly grew conscious of a million things all at once. She noticed the sheets smelled of cedar wood and not the regular smell of recently washed cotton. She also saw that the bed stretched wide at both sides, defeating the regular sizes of beds she was used to.Sitting with a start, Veil looked around the masculine-themed bedroom, and the memories came flooding. Her mouth fell open when the images flashed - of Anders inside her, hi
June was pacing by the door when Veil stalked in, walking right past her into the living room. She threw herself on the couch, flung her purse to the table, and buried her face in her hands.“Veil Hart!” June yelled, walking over to her with a fierce yet concerned look. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you for the past ten hours, and you didn’t pick up one call. Do you know how worried I have been?”“You’re yelling,” Veil grumbled, squinting up at her best friend. “I have a headache, and you’re not making it any better.”Although June went to sit beside her, she was still upset. “How about you start by telling me where you’ve been? I’ll see about getting you an aspirin.”“I don’t know,” Veil shrugged, then leaned against the backrest.“You don’t know what?” June thought she was going to pass out from anxiety. “Where you’ve been or whether you need the aspirin.”“I went for a couple of drinks with Orleans and …”“Orleans? The cute guy who was here the other day?”Veil
Sunday came with a little chill in the air, signaling that Summer was already taking its exit. But all Veil could think about as she got ready to go to the hospital was the fact that her father had been there all through Summer, and time wasn’t on their side anymore.As she prepared a breakfast basket, June walked into the kitchen in a pair of black tailored pants and a body suit and approached the coffee machine.“The last time you were up this early, you followed me to work just because you wanted to see Anders, who, by the way, you had seen already at the club. So, what’s today’s own about?”“Nothing that dramatic,” she replied, getting the coffee powder. Her father personally supplied their coffee from Brazil, and they had gotten so used to it that no other one tasted right. Fortunately for Veil, the one at Kingston Groups was also sent in from Brazil.“Your definition of drama supersedes mine,” Veil muttered, grabbing some bottles to fill them with freshly squeezed juice. Her fa