“If nothing happened, then what was this doing in my room? I have a reason to believe it’s yours.” He says and I spin around to see him holding up my silver-coloured panties with his hand. Oh shit. I bite my lips and stew quietly without uttering a word, and this seems to anger him. “The last thing I need right now is your silence.” I take a deep breath, “It has been a long day, I’m tired and I think you should leave.” If what he wants an explanation for last night, I don’t plan on giving one. I have buried that happening of last night away and I do not plan on revisiting it for any reason. He grits his teeth tightly and tosses the panties on the bed before moving back and, after staring at me for a long time, he heads for the door. I sigh in relief and take off my shirt when I hear a clicking sound and I turn around to see him pull out the key and slide it into his pocket. I blink rapidly and swallow hard as he turns around and looks at me. “I’m not going anywhere kid, not until
Throughout the service at church, I stayed disconnected as I kept wondering what William had to talk about. I wouldn't have taken it much to heart if he didn't sound like I was about to get killed or butchered to death. Or at least, like it was a serious life decision. When the service closes, I take a taxi back home. I stop at the front of the gate and I get down; I pay the taxi driver and make my way into the house. I am eager to know and incredibly uncertain. I've spent 19 years of my life with William and he's never said we need to talk before and as much as I hate jumping into conclusion because I know it's a bad thing. I make my way towards the study room where I know William always spends his Sundays after breakfast. Once I get to the door, I knock gently on the door and I get no reply. I knock again and still no answer. Weird, William goes nowhere on Sundays. I turn and was about leaving when I hear instinct voice coming from the study. I pause and draw closer to the door.
There is hunger, devouring hunger. “Would you mind repeating the last part of your sentence again?” Screw you? I blink rapidly, completely confused, and unmistakably afraid and terrified. You can’t blame me. He looks like he wants to murder me and my unborn children and, after that, devour our lifeless flesh. “Say it again.” He sneers into my ears, his body touching mine, and I jolt from the shock wave my body receives from his. I gasp at the reaction his body causes mine and I hiss, knowing he knows it as well because there is a look of satisfaction in his eyes. “It,” I answer, making his brow shoot up immediately. He seems to be taken back a little. “What?” He asks. I lift my chin to have a proper gaze at him. “You said to say it, and I just did. Now let me go.” I demand. He doesn’t let go and he instead he pushes me harder against the door frame. “That’s not what you said Kar, and you know it.” He murmurs, still pinning me tight against the door. Wait, did he just give me
As I walk to the court, I see Keenan and Rory waiting by the bench. Rory sees me first and chuckles and eye me from head to toe. “White? Seriously, dude, are we in heaven?” I roll my eyes, “Black? Seriously, dude, are we in the beginning?” I shoot back, mimicking his voice as I eye his black sports outfit from head to toe. He nods and raises his hands up in surrender. “Fine. You win, we are not. I’m only wearing this because this is my wife’s favourite colour, and he always wears that,” he points to Keenan, who is beside him in orange jersey, shorts, and converse. “Because it is his wife’s favourite colour, so whose favourite colour is that?” He asks, with his hand pointing to my jersey. I know whose favourite colour I’m wearing. I just don’t think they need to know. So instead I smirk, “Your grandma’s.” I reply and bounce the ball. “Are we playing or what?” They both get up and run towards me and I’m about to show them how a pro plays the game. Well, Rory was right when he said
Karen’s POV “Because it’s ten years ago today, kid.” He replies and his eyes drop. It’s ten years ago today that I lost Papa to a brain tumour. Ten years ago today, William became my guardian. Flashback... “Where is Papa?” I asked, horror written on my face as I stared at William’s wounded ones. He looks down, still rubbing small circles on my hand. “Papa has gone to a place a much better place and there he won’t be sick anymore.” My childish heart leaped for joy at what William had said. Papa was in a better place, he will not be sick or have his hair fall off again and if there was a place like that, I too wanted to go. “I want to go to where papa is. Will you take me there?” Then he looked up at me. His eyes seem to contemplate the suitable answer to give. “One day you are going to go there and you will meet him, but now I need you here with me.” I stare at him sadly, tears filling up my eyes, “If Papa’s gone, who will I stay with?” I ask as tears run down my face and my lip
William’s POV 4 months later, I feel the warmth of Karen’s skin on my hand as I seize her warm, wet lips in mine. She moans and arches her back against me, her bare breast pressing heavily against my chest. I suck her bottom lips and my finger moves on her bare back, up to her neck and she quiver. “Will–iam I need you.” She says breathlessly, and I growl, knowing the feeling is mutual. I lift her short flirty skirt and slip my hand past the silver band of her panties, touching her soft, wet spot that longs to be filled. She shivers into my hand, pulling away and biting her lips as my middle finger slips into her and my thumb rubs her button and my lip close on her left nipple. She moans, and she seems to want what I’m doing with both my hand and mouth if not crave it and she works her hips, moving it against my finger and her fingers bury in my hair and tug it roughly. I hiss at my growing desire and the need to satisfy it and I pull away from her, making her whine and protest aga
Karen's POV We cut our trip to the pool party short to just two hours after Arthur got into a fight with one guy for using an insulting language on me. Arthur sustained a bruised cheek, the only advantage the other guy had was because he was taller than Arthur. meanwhile Arthur gave him a black eye and knocked out some of his teeth. Chloe became devastated, and we didn't want to ruin her pool party any more than we already have, so we left. "I'll drive," I say as Arthur and I come to his car and I open my hand so he can drop the key in it. He shakes his head, his hand rubs his purple coloured right cheeks before removing it and grinning widely at me, "I'm fine babe, I'll drive besides I've never seen you drive before and I don't want to risk getting pulled over by the cops today." I frown, feeling sad and hurt at his words. "Just because William doesn't let me do anything does not mean I don't know how to do anything." He dips his hand into his shorts and hands it to me, but I
In the next weeks that passed, William and Ashley were over at the place in the house. Not in the manner of sex, which is a good thing, but being close with each other, William seems to be happier and it made me feel happy for him and his newfound source of happiness, Ashley. As I promised, I worked my difference out with Ashley... not really, I still consider her a snake, but at least I’m no longer running and telling William every little thing she did behind his back, I wait for fate to reveal it all. William did the unthinkable when he asks her to move in and like it wasn’t enough that a girl I despise is with the man I’ve loved all my life, I had to see her every minute of every day because she makes it a habit of barging in and since according to her was a way of being friends. Yes, she has increased her habit of taking things that aren’t hers. In the past months, she’s taken my clothes, money and makeups and, according to her, there was no need for me to make myself look beaut