Chloe's povAll my life, I always wanted to know how it feels to have someone you can call daddy or dad, mummy or mama. Unfortunately, I was denied that when I was five years old.The inevitable lump that always grew on my throat when walking along the aisles of supermarkets, hospitals, bookstores... Let's just say it was too painful.'Mummy I need that toy.' 'Dad, that's not the book that we were told to buy, that's the wrong one.' 'Mama I don't want them to inject me, it's too painful.'Those are some of the things I could hear kids tell their parents along the so mentioned aisles. And I could hear responses like, 'Pick whichever toy you want then baby or baby you have way too many toys, why can't you use the ones back at home first.' I'm sorry baby, then which book is it?' 'It is not going to be painful, I'll be holding you the whole time and I'll kiss you better after'You know what made that a tad bit more painful? It's because Mr and Mrs Johnson were never even guardians to m
"Hello, are you the lady who was supposed to come help me with some work?" She asked politely walking towards me.Tongue tied, I shook my head and nodded at the same time. Oh Chloe what are you doing?"Well, let's go." She took my free hand and directed me towards her posh car. I looked back to the astonished gateman and winked. He seemed to get it and a small smile creeped on his lips nodding, like saying, 'I got you.'Getting on the posh leather seats on the passenger side I felt light headed from all the coziness in the car."Velma, I'm sorry I stood you here. My classes were a little prolonged." She quipped.So the lady who was supposed to be here is called Velma? Good grief! How am I supposed to act now? I questioned myself."It's... Okay." I stuttered fiddling with my hands.Who is she? She had classes? Oh christ lord. Which work is it that am supposed to help her? Do I know how it's done?I kept asking myself as she drove us to their basement where a parking lot was. Even thoug
Two weeks laterCan a girl dream? Dream like dream dream?Ask me how I got to stay with Cherry in the Banley's mansion for fifteen freaking days and I'll have no clue on how to answer that question. It just happened to be so, we got to be friends with cherry way too faster than for everybody else's liking. Yeah, firstly because I was a complete stranger to her, so I blamed her for trusting so easily.But my question was, our friendship, was it possibly real? I loathed her brother who happened to have stayed at his business trip for an insanely long duration of time thus making me more angrier and impatient. I knew better than to let my cool slip anyway. Life was soft and sweet to be honest. For fifteen days, I lived like any girl or some girls for that matter. I could wake up from my guest bed, the room next to Cherry's, take a slow shower or even enjoy a warm bath in her bathtub when she was at school. Then I will go for breakfast. It wasn't exactly breakfast, it was a combined br
Caesar's POVI had to blink severally for my eyes to believe what I was seeing in front of me. The moment I entered Cherry's room to see the so called friend she forced me into greeting, everything stopped working, except for my eyes which kept magnifying themselves.At first I was mesmerized by her chocolate hair that fell freely on her back, her glistening smooth skin and long legs with an averagely protruding butt.As if that wasn't enough, she surprised me more with her innocence, Cherry must have lied to me when she told me she was twenty, who in her whole twenty years doesn't know what squirting is? She was too innocent even in her soft voice. There was more when she looked up, how can someone be that beautiful and innocent all at once? She was a definition of beautiful to me. But what stood out, was her clear brown eyes with no emotions reading.Her voice was like a caress to me and for the first time I felt like I could talk forever not minding a fucking second wastage of ti
Chloe's POVHe looked down at me, straight into my eyes, his eyes lingered there a little too longer, my eyes never left his too. They were begging him to kiss me. I wanted this kiss more than anything.From my enemy, fuck that notch. I cared less, that never meant I was changing, that never meant I was withdrawing my plans, no I just wanted him to kiss me. After that, I was to carry on with my plans. I was to kill him emotionally too.But at that moment, the naive girl that I was, wanted to feel how other people felt when they kissed, what other girls my age felt.His eyes became darker when he shifted them to my lips, I could feel his breathing, his eyes lingered on my lips again, he was scanning them. He then looked at my eyes and I batted my eyelashes, communicating something.He needed nothing more, he needed no more signal. That was it for us.As if striken, I felt his lips fresh on mine, I was shocked and I felt something like an electric signal being sent down to my nerves. I
Caesar's POVThings were never the same again. Everything changed with just a kiss I can call mere. I wasn't thinking straight anymore, Marvelous Chloe's innocence was unraveling me. She was so not for this world.Who in her almost twenty one years knew nothing about the other gender, she didn't even know she was touching my boner which was reacting sweetly to her.But that's not it. I wanted to know her. More and more. So I decided to conduct a private investigation. Since she had told me she was from Rochester, I decided to go there by myself. I asked for the Johnson's. Cherry had once told me that the girl always had nightmares and she'd heard her mention Mrs Johnson and something to do with begging her in those nightmares. That was an enough clue to lead me.Apparently, I found out that Mrs Johnson was the freaking wife of the man who used to be my dad's best friend. The fake best friend who never even attended his funeral. Fate must have been pulling tricks on me, how the littl
Caesar's pov"What are you doing to me Marvelous Chloe." I whispered pulling away from the heated kiss to look at her.She looked even more innocent with swollen pink lips. She looked at me with hooded amber eyes, sneaked her tongue out and brushed her lower lip lightly before tucking it back in.When she didn't respond. She lifted her hand up and traced it along my jaw to the stubble on my chin. Yet again, I found myself leaning into her soft touch."God you're so beautiful." I inhaled sharply as I watched her run her hand to my cheeks. She was clueless to what she was doing to me."Is it bad to kiss someone who's not your husband?" She asked shocking the daylights out of me."Why?" I asked back."Because we just kissed and you're not my husband or boyfriend for that matter." She dropped her hand and looked down on her fingers."But that doesn't make it wrong because I've no girlfriend or wife, neither do you have a boyfriend or husband.""But I know this is very wrong Caesar." She
It was about time for me to go home and I was really happy because I was going to try cooking something new.On top of that all, it was on a Friday, that meant that my beauty sleep was really waiting for me.On Thursday and Fridays we had practical cooking lessons and so we could cook various types of meals and present them to our instructor. It was no doubt I had became more comfortable with basic cooking techniques. Like making sweet and sour meatballs and I knew how to stirfry plus, I was no longer wondering of what mesclun was, I was even thinking of inviting Cherry's friends over to show off those new culinary skills. Because my friend Nicole from the same class was well aware of my cooking.Part of serving great food was presentation: like the salad nicoise, it was supposed to appeal to your mouth, nose, eyes and thinking senses. Mrs Reyes taught us that you don't have to be a trained chef to learn the basics of plating, which is the art of presenting food in an attractive way.