GLASS DOLL

IAN'S POV 

Kim got into the car that was held open for us by the driver. I got in right after. I stared at her.....yes, her. The girl who caught my attention today. She was sitting on a bench close to the gate. 

Honestly, I thought she'd be an easy fuck. When she spoke to me, I knew she was as innocent as a kitten. But that's what attracted me towards her. 

It's more interesting when they are fragile and naive. Fucking exciting. Fuck, she's with my fucking shirt. That's such a turn on. 

"Where the fuck is your shirt by the way?" I turned to Kimberly as she spoke, glaring at me. I eyed her. She knows I won't bother replying to her questions. She huffed. "Let me guess, a girl?" She asked. 

I looked at her. If only she knew. I looked away as my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my pocket. I ignored the text. It's that girl in class again. 

I noticed Kim was looking sleepy.  I placed her head on my lap. I rubbed her shoulder as I stared out the window.

As soon as we arrived, the driver hopped out of the car and opened my door. Slowly got out of the car and gently lifted my little sister into my arms. Two maids rushed out of the entrance of the house. 

I sighed and walked towards the entrance. One of the guards opened the door. They all bow their heads with respect. One of the maids followed me with Kim's bag. I'm sure her name is Emily or something. 

"How was school today, sir?" She asked. I didn't answer as I walked towards the elevator with Kim. I got in. Emily stood in front of the door, staring at me like I was impossible to exist or something. I looked away from her. 

She doesn't just fucking get it. A fuck is a fuck. I sighed as soon as the elevator stopped. I carried this sleeping ass down the hall and stopped right in front of her door. She groaned in my arms. 

I managed to open the door and walk in. I placed her gently on the bed. She's always been a deep sleeper. Two maids rushed in along with Emily. I kissed my sister on her forehead. 

"Get her changed. When she wakes up, give her something to eat," I ordered. 

"Yes, master." I walked out of the room and walked over to mine. I opened it and walked in. I hung my bag. I took off my shoes and socks, walking towards the closet. I grabbed a sweatshirt and jeans. I walked back to my bed. 

Someone knocked on my door. It's about time. "Come in," I sighed. David walked in. "Is my bath ready?" I asked as I placed the clothes on my bed. 

"Yes, master." He said as he helped me to take off my jacket. "Sir, your uniform......" He trailed off as he looked at the small stain of coffee earlier. Lucky for me, it didn't get too much on this shirt. It only stained the button-up shirt. This was what I was wearing inside. 

"Hmm," I stared at it too. "Get it cleaned up for me," I replied. I took all my uniform off and handed it to him. 

"Yes, master. I'll give it to the house dry cleaners," he nodded. 

"I'll bathe and go to sleep. Wake me up by seven," I ordered. "I have somewhere to be," I informed. He nodded in understanding. I walked towards the bathroom. I walked straight to the toilet and used it.

I stripped off my shorts and took off my glasses before I got into the milk bath. I sighed as soon as I was in it. I grabbed the wine glass on the tray in the middle of the bathtub. I rested on the pillow and took a sip. 

I shut my eyes. I like my bathroom to always be as dark as this. I'm not a fan of light. I chugged down the drink. Honestly, I couldn't care less about that girl, what's her name? Willow? 

What was fucking bothering me was that, she didn't act like other girls which I find strange. I thought she'd just fall for me when I made eye contact with her. But she fucking didn't. Interesting. 

I got out of the tub and walked towards the shower. I rinsed myself. I dried my body and hair with a towel before wrapping another around my waist. 

I walked out of the bathroom after putting on my glasses. I walked to the cosmetic table. I grabbed the lotion and creamed my skin. I splashed some cologne on before walking towards the closet. I put on shorts and a tank top.

I headed straight to the bed. Someone knocked on the door. I sighed. "Fuck, come in," I mumbled out loud. Two maids walked in with cleaning materials. David can't just let me rest? They bowed their head and walked towards the bathroom. I sighed and got under the blankets. I took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand. I lay there and slept.

"Mr Blackwood," 

I woke up to the call of my name. I groaned. It felt like it hadn't been up to five fucking minutes since I slept. 

I groaned and opened my eyes to see my butler, David. "It's exactly seven pm, sir," he said. I sighed and got out of bed. 

I thanked him. He helped me out of bed and I put on my glasses. I need it cause I'm short-sighted. I quickly put on my clothes and shoes. 

"Are you riding solo or passenger princess?" He asked. I froze and looked up at him with a sly smile on my face. 

"What the fuck did you just say?" I said through chuckles. He laughed. "I think I'll be riding solo tonight," I said.  I smiled at him. 

He nodded. "I'll let someone get your car ready," he said. I nodded my head. He walked out of my room as I started getting ready. 

As soon as I was done,  I exited the room. I walked down the hallway only to see Mom tiredly walking towards me. She smiled when she saw me. 

She hugged me instantly. She's so small in my arms. I hugged her back. "You look really tired," I said. She sighed. 

She looked up at me and smiled. "My baby boy, I'm exhausted....." She looked at me from head to toe. "Are you going out?" She asked. I nodded. 

"Mom....." I trailed off. She knew that I was about to bring up. "You're not looking the same as before.... I'll always support you if you want to -" she cuts me off instantly. 

"I'm fine, baby." She smiled. It was all fake. She's not fine. I nodded my head. I don't want to stress her too much. "Who is this girl?" She smirked. I rolled my eyes.

I let out a light sigh. "Mom, I've told you, I don't want a fucking girlfriend," I replied. Her face fell. I felt so fucking bad for saying that, but I don't need a fucking girlfriend. Mom's so cute and small. 

I pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. "Be careful," she advised. I nodded before making my way to the elevator.  

As soon as I stepped out of the house, my blue Ferrari was staring at me. I smiled and collected the keys from David.  

"You should rest, David," I said.  He nodded his head before walking away. I turned the car on as soon as he was out of sight. 

I drove out of the estate. I've never acted this fucking way before. But see that she has zero fucking interest in me which is unlike the whores in school.

As soon as I made it to the gate. I could tell it was her standing there. I quickly got out of the car. I noticed she had a bag in her hand. She stared at me. 

I looked at her. "Get in the car," I said. She timidly rushed towards the other side. I got into the car. She entered the car. 

She looked around the car in awe. I leaned closer to her, startling her instantly. I pulled on her seatbelt while our eyes locked. 

I pulled away from the gates and drove in silence, the sound of the engine filling the heavy air between us. She shifted slightly in her seat, clutching something to her chest as if searching for courage.

“I…” her voice faltered, soft and uncertain. “I cleaned your shirt.”

I slowed the car, then pulled to the side of the road. Without a word, I unbuckled my seat belt and turned toward her. My gaze lingered on the bag she held, then moved to her pale fingers gripping the fabric too tightly.

“Let me see,” I said, my voice low, almost a command.

She swallowed hard and reached into the bag. When she pulled the shirt free, her hand trembled faintly. My eyes drifted from the fabric to her skin, smooth, pale, glowing faintly under the dim light of the car.

She looked up at me, startled to find how close I had moved. Her breath caught. She turned her face away, but I caught her chin firmly, forcing her eyes back to mine. Slowly, I leaned in, the scent of her skin drawing me closer.

I inhaled along the curve of her neck, my lips brushing the line of her jaw. She froze beneath my touch, her body taut, unsure whether to push me away or surrender. My hand slid down, gripping the softness of her thigh through her dress.

Her gasp broke the silence. My mouth pressed rough kisses along her neck, lingering, tasting, biting gently until her breath trembled into a moan. Her hands pressed against my shoulders in resistance, but I caught her wrists easily, pinning them against the fucking seat.

She shivered beneath my mouth as I trailed lower, teeth grazing her collarbone, lips tugging at her delicate skin. A sharp cry slipped from her as I claimed her earlobe between my lips, my hand roaming with heated possession. Her breathing grew rapid, uneven, filling the small space of the car.

Then I heard it, soft, breaking sobs. Her voice shook, desperate. “Stop… please.”

Everything in me stilled. I lifted my head and released her wrists. Tears streaked her cheeks, glistening under the faint light. For the first time, I truly saw her, not the trembling body beneath my touch, not the warmth of her skin, but the fear in her eyes.

I sat back slowly, silence thick between us. The weight of what I’d done pressed down, heavy and unrelenting.

I sat back in my seat. I stared at the steering wheel. Silence mixed with a weird tension filled the car. "I'll take you back home," I said. She nodded. 

How do I fucking get to fuck her when she acts like a fucking baby?