Chapter two : the stud

Chapter two

I slid down the slippery stairs, feeling the air leave my lungs a little before l landed perfectly with a simple thud. I dashed through the leaving room to the dining table.

“Fuck"

I stopped abruptly, assessing everyone sitting at the dining table. I crossed my dangling slicer watch and it was only 6.30 and they were already gathered here.

‘Fuck'

I did a little breathing exercise, I rubbed my sweaty hands on my sweaters.

I slipped into the chair next to Blue eyes, those dreamy eyes.

I swayed my eyes to my mother who was currently set like a statue, her head lowered. Swiftly I moved my gaze to everyone, they all had their heads bowed down.

I shrugged my shoulders as I grabbed a bowl full of potatoes, and dished a handful.

I cleared my throat as I shoved the food into my mouth.

“Dear Lord"

She historically dropped her hands on the table and clutched the table cloth a little. Grandma ‘eyes went out of their wrinkled sockets.

“Clara what on earth did you teach your children?”

She posed the question to mom. I felt my mother’s gaze piercing the thin layer of my skin, getting deep into my blood system.

“what?”

Seriously what did I do wrong? I put the spoon on the table.

“We pray before eating.”

Mark whispered in my ear no that was not a whisper, that was a growl. He growled in my ear. The reality could not just sink. I grazed him with my eyes, felt him getting closer than necessary, and brushed my earlobes with his nose.

I tended as my body shamelessly responded. Hot blood rushed to my face forcing me to bow my head.

I felt his warm breath on my neck, the short hairs standing at attention as they saluted him for a job well done. I saw him smirk as my spine shivered.

“Cold darling?”

Did he have to make the situation worse? He was mocking me. He knew I had reacted to that single touch.

I just nodded.

“No not at all"

“which is which? Yes, or no? Make up your mind “

He removed his oblique object near me. I sighed in relief. I let out a struggling breath which I never knew I was holding.

“Sorry, granny,” I murmured trying to control the thickness of my voice. I feared it would crack.

She swung her hand lazily dismissing me.

“Let’s pray, shall we??” she posed the question as she stretched her hands forth.

She kept the prayer short and precise.

“We might as well as dig in “

She flashed me a warming smile.

“mom Mmm who.”

I felt a heavy object being placed on my thighs though covered completely. I glanced at my lap only to find a huge goblin that he calls a hand. It stayed there for a few pulses. I tried removing the hand. Mark groaned as I touched his hand. It was warm on my thigh.

‘Sorry my stud fail and…” he mouthed me

“what were you saying, Ivy.” Mom threw a glance at me.

“Everything OK dear?” she had noticed my discomfort. Fuck that hand was doing to me.

“Yeah, everything is fine mom,” I said.

Liar liar. Everything wasn't fine. That hand was doing something to me. This is my first dinner at this house and how was I going to survive this.

“you look amazing in that dress Ivy,” I mumbled a thank you before returning to my food.

“is my touch foreign to you, I didn’t mean to touch you though. I just wanted my stud.” I scoffed.

He smirked.

Hell yeah, it was.

“no, it's not.”

“sure about that?”

He moved his hand a little higher. His fingers were just inches from my thong. He rubbed.

“N_No.” I breathed out.

Did I have to stutter right now? He moved his hand to my thong. I was done for. I was already wet and he knew it. No, I could not take this anymore. He is my uncle and here I am having this feeling.

“You sure about that dear.” I nodded. Scared to utter a single word. What if I betray myself?

“fuck” I said as I grabbed his hand.

“that is enough “I whispered, making sure my voice had enough strength to pull him away from me. What sort of an uncle is he? A pervert?

I cursed enough for everyone to hear. Everyone dropped whatever they had in their hands. I guess the word fuck is foreign to them.

I didn’t mean for that to happen. For the love of God, it wasn't my fault. I looked under the table. His hand was no longer on my thigh. He as well as looking at me as if he knew nothing.

“are you OK Ivy.” his deep voice boomed.

Did he have to ask?

“Everything is fine. This food is just amazing granny that I had to say fuck.” mom cursed as I repeated that word.

“you know how to lie.” he chuckled.

“and you know how to pretend.”

I snapped at him. He looked at me with those blue eyes. I tried to look away. Everything seems to slow down. There was some calmness in them.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” He whispered. I nodded. What was I going to say to him, thank you no way? Hell no.

Granny forced me to look away from him as she called my name.

“You are going to college in a few months, have you chosen the college you want to go to?” I shook my head. I wasn’t an A straight student nor a B student. I was more of s C student. I sighed, after this weekend I will be back at school. Just great.

“no, not yet grandma.” She nodded

“You should start applying if you want to go to a good college” I nodded

“hmmm wow this good is great Ma. I have been telling her that for the last two weeks but she gives me a deaf ear.” Lisa chuckled.

“I know someone like that” she contained her laughter. Mom groaned. she looked upset by Lisa's harmless retort.

I was really tired and there is no way I was going to stay in this room.

" excuse me...." Mark dabbed a napkin on his mouth.

" I have a meeting I have to attend to, if you don't mind I need to fresh up" he bolted from the table and charged to his room. He didn't wait for a response.