SHHH! DON'T SAY A THING

LOLA

With trembling fingers, I pulled the door open, my eyes examining the bright hallway that extended all the way down to the start of the stairs.

It was as quiet and empty, just like I had walked through earlier.

My eyes twitched, forcing me to blink after seconds of glaring.

I stood there, listening to the slightest noise that might give them away. Nothing.

I didn't want to think I was mistaken.

I felt it. I heard it. There was someone. 

I wasn't sure when they came or for how long they stood watching me touch myself to my own desires, but I was sure there was ---

I heard a clink, like something collided with the iron of the railing.

My stomach dipped, and my feet moved.

I didn't run. My legs strode across the dark tiles as quickly and as silently as my brain thought at the moment, my heart beating fast to what awaited me.

As the weight of my body pulled through the hallway, I could feel the warmth of a presence that was no longer there.

The air smelt different and even the floor didn't feel as cold.

Someone was here. I was convinced now. Totally.

My fingers trembled against the railing as I descended the stairs, my pace slowing to the heightening of my heart beat.

I was almost at the foot of the stairs. I could see the turning to the hallway that led to the sitting room.

The space was well lit and empty.

A whirlwind formed in my stomach, my body stiffening to how strange things were unfolding.

The silence of the sitting room was deafening.

The clock ticked and the air conditioner whirred. The washing machine roared loudly all the way from the laundry room, my mind was beating very fast.

My eyes roamed the sitting room, searching for the cause of my unrest like they were hiding behind the sofa.

My eyes twitched and a growth of goosebumps bursted against my skin.

I rubbed my arms together, my eyes still searching intently with hope.

"Mrs. Langford!" 

My breathing bulked, then dipped almost immediately, causing my body to jerk off with a sudden shock.

"Mrs. Adama," I breathed out, clutching my chest, my mind hanging over my shoulders.

The old woman was wearing an apron with an oil stain mapped in front of it, and a napkin stuffing out of one of its pockets.

"Did I scare you, honey? I'm sorry," her voice trailed against my breathing as she rubbed her hands together anxiously.

I drew in a long breath, exhaling as gently and carefully so as not to make her feel more guilty.

"It's fine, Mrs. Adama," I managed a smile, folding my hands across my chest and relaxing my stance.

I watched her eyes run me down from head to toe, lines of confusion and something else that seemed like pity becoming visible against her slightly wrinkled face.

Her mouth twitched like she wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how she should.

"Why are you still up? Isn't it too late?" I said, overtaking her thoughts with the intention of diverting her attention.

"Oh! No...I mean, I had a lot to do today, and I'd rather not carry any work over."

"Okay," I nodded, my eyes darting behind her subconsciously.

I didn't want to think it was Mrs. Adama from earlier.

She didn't have any reason to secretly watch me undress.

"Are you looking for something?" she asked, her eyes widening with concern, as she turned too, following the direction of my gaze.

"No. Not really. It is just---," my stomach hollowed, my fingers trembling to the thoughts of that moment, "it is just---."

"Eddy isn't back yet," she blurted out with a particular caution around the name.

"Okay," I nodded with relief.

"Who else is in the house at the moment?" I asked, my voice shaky, and mind beating fast.

"Mr. Gregory Langford has been in his room." 

My breathing hitched as soon as she dropped the last word of the sentence.

"And Freddy?" I asked curiously.

"Mr. Fredmon has been out since morning."

A cold feeling washed through me as my thoughts formed a conclusion based on what she had just said.

"Impossible," my lips trembled.

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Adama muttered, staring hard into my face.

"Nothing," I returned, waving her off casually. Turning immediately, I began to make my way upstairs.

My head was light, and my eyes drowsy as I continued to move blindly, one step at a time.

Images were beginning to form in mind — images I could only wish were real.

I imagined laying on the bed of the Head Director of The Langford Group, and he leaning over me as his eyes feast on my pointy n*pples — the result of his teeth nibbling against them from a moment ago.

I sucked in a long breath from the deep of my stomach, my hands crashing against the railing and my feet scratching to a halt.

I shut my eyes, subconsciously pushing myself more into the moment.

I imagined his helpless stare, and the feelings locked behind them, like he was daring me to make the next move.

My stomach knotted into something heavy, and a sharp pain jabbed between my thighs.

My legs were beginning to feel numb, but I didn't want to break these strings of thoughts — I wanted to live in the moment even though it was just in my head.

"Take me," I mouthed breathily.

My rose twitched and I gasped, straightening my stance as I rubbed my thighs together to ease the desire that was blooming uncontrollably down there.

I was still in the process of trying to return back to the reality before me when someone grabbed me from behind.

His strong arm sling through to my waist, enclosing a reasonable circumference. Another arm pulled over my eyes, blocking my vision completely from the light.

Like a shameless needy sl*t, I didn't move. I just obeyed, leaning into the moment he was trying to frame.

I caught a whiff of his perfume, and my body stiffened to the sensation that burnt within.

"Shhhhh," he cautioned, slowly and carefully to keep me still blindfolded, he turned my body to his.