Impulsive action

Diana’s POV

Consciousness descended upon me at a quick burst, as my phone dinged with a text notification.

Without opening my eyes, I turned sideways, determined to continue sleeping, and deciding against cursing the sender of the message.

However, barely three seconds later, my phone dinged again, and this time, Leah who was sleeping beside me, groaned and muttered incoherently.

I had stayed the night in her room, because being alone in mine could lead to something salacious.

Such as masturbating to Benjamin.

Especially since I couldn't get the way he'd hoisted me yesterday out of my wanton mind.

It felt as if his handprints were inscribed onto my arms, because I could still feel the warmth of his large palms on me.

Was I going crazy?

It was at that moment I realized there was no way I was getting any more sleep that morning.

Not with the dull throbbing in between my legs anyway.

Just then, my phone pinged again, and instead of muttering a curse to the ignorant buffoon on the other end, I inhaled sharply and opened my eyes.

Thereafter, I sat up in bed, my gaze averting to Leah who was now fast asleep, with soft snores emanating from her.

Getting out of bed, I finally grabbed my phone, ire gradually building up within me.

To my utter surprise, I had three texts from my mum and three from my dad.

My parents were really unbelievable.

Huffing, I swiped my phone open and scrolled straight to the messaging app, a slight throb in my heart as I anticipated their response.

I opened my mum's messages first, and her response was so incredulous, it made me chortle in disbelief.

“Why are you going on a vacation with another person's family? Don't you think it's a bit intrusive? You could have simply rejected it, you know.”

She didn't even bother asking me how I was faring after a week of not being in contact with me.

Angry tears welled up in my eyes, which I quickly blinked away, as I realized just how unlucky I was a a person.

I must have bombed a country in my past life that the universe decided to punish me with parents like mine.

Her second message read, “Or are you still in America? If so, make up an excuse and don't go with her. What vacation are you even going on as an eighteen year old? Can't you just do a summer internship or something?”

“You know what, do whatever you want. Just don't go frolicking around with boys because we both know how much you love attention.” Her final message read.

I had no idea I was even crying until I felt liquid trickling down my cheeks.

Were there not a picture of my mum pregnant with me mounted on the wall of our sitting room, I would have doubted she gave birth to me.

Exhaling shakily, I opened my dad's text, and it was the plainest, most boring response ever.

“Alright, dear. Have fun.”

Why couldn't they even be bothered to pretend like they both cared about me?

“Is everything alright?” Leah's voice wafted into my ears, and I discretely wiped off my tears before turning to her, a fake smile curving my lips.

“Yes, it's a spam message from my network service provider,” I fibbed, as Leah sat up with a yawn, “Annoying lots.”

Hopefully, she wouldn't notice anything because I hated being pitied.

“Tell me about it,” She said, and I felt instantly relieved. “I got a message from mine once stating I am now eligible for a three million loan. Like, can you imagine? When did they become a bank?”

“It's really crazy,” I smiled, switching on my phone

Without giving it a thought, I deleted my parents' messages and blocked their numbers.

Given how self absorbed they both were, they would probably not even notice I had done so.

I was done waiting for them to actually parent and love me.

At that moment, I decided I was never going back home.

During semester breaks, I would take up part-time jobs or something. I would show them that I could get by just fine without them.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Leah announced, getting out of bed.

“Me too,” I replied, as I could feel the incoming spillage of tears, and I didn't want her to see me cry.

“Could you please return that to dad on your way out?” She asked, motioning to the power bank which I hadn't even noticed at all, on the nightstand.

“You used a power bank even though there's always electricity?” I replied with a question of my own, confusion settling within me.

“Yeah, the wall socket in my room is bad,” She divulged, “I didn't want to charge in his room because Kade and I were texting, so I asked him to lend me his power bank.”

“Oh, okay,” I replied, grabbing the heavy box of power, “I'm off.”

“Alright, Diana. Thank you.”

My heart scudded as I walked down the hallway to Benjamin's room, the despair my parents' texts had made me feel now replaced by lustful tension.

I was so agitated that I didn't even remember to knock before opening the door and entering his room.

To my complete disappointment, Benjamin wasn't in.

However, I was so marveled by the sheer size of his room, that I forgot what I came there to do.

It's size was easily twice of mine, with a chair by the door to ceiling windows, which provided an enthralling view of the pool.

I couldn't help about how cataclysmic of an experience it would be to have Benjamin fuck me against the spotless window glass.

Or even his velvet sheathed king-sized bed.

“Diana,” Benjamin's voice boomed into my eyes from behind, startling me.

Turning around, I was met with the sizzling-hot sight of Benjamin clad in nothing but a towel, which was loosely wrapped around his waist.

I could see the alluring depth of his vline, and it did something passionate to my already heightening arousal, causing me to swallow harshly.

His hair was wet, with some of it covering his brows, making his grey eyes look even more piercing and hot.

At that moment, as I leered at his humongous biceps, I badly wanted to hold them.

To feel if they were as hard as they seemed.

“Diana,” Benjamin called again, and I instantly tore my gaze away from his chest.

“Y-Yes, Mr Gonzalez?” I croaked out.

“Good morning,” He said, “Leah asked you to return my powerbank, right?”

Looking at the device in my grip, I nodded, “Yes, she did. Good morning, Mr. Gonzalez.”

“Alright, you can drop it on the nightstand,” He replied, as my gaze dropped to his impeccably sculpted abs.

Reluctantly looking away, I did as he said.

However, instead of turning around and leaving, my feet carried me right to his front.

“Do you need something?” He husked, blue eyes glinting with something torrid, causing me to feel both aroused and surprised, as the air between us shifted.

“No,” I whispered, contradicting my response by resting my hands on his biceps like I'd always wanted.

They were just as supple as I thought.

Benjamin didn't utter a word, instead he tenderly cupped my face, as my hands treaded lower to his washboard abs, memorizing every line of his muscles.

I wasn't hallucinating.

Benjamin was really cradling my face, with his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks.

A shaky breath escaped me as he looked into my eyes, then dropped his gaze to my lips, causing me to feel a pool in my panties.

Our eyes locked again, and I moved my hands lower, until I was holding his semi-hard cock.

He felt impossibly huge, which made my pussy purr with erotic hunger.

Caressing his bulge, I fluttered my eyes close as he leaned in, eager to feel his lips on mine after years of yearning.