Give Me Love

9

Help this one is so bad I just needed to move the story on to more interesting things.

I woke up the next morning completely exhausted, but in a very good mood. There was a conversation at the door to our room, and I groggily lifted myself and watched George speak to the waitress bringing our food up. When he saw I was up, he smiled and showed me a croissant he'd ordered as he carried a plate of food to the bed.

"Oh, what a sight for sore eyes. A beautiful pair of breasts on a beautiful woman!" George exclaimed, putting the food down and crawling over to me, planting a kiss on my cheek. I instinctively blushed and covered my breasts, to which George frowned. "I was enjoying the view."

"Well, if you insist..." I giggled and dropped the covers, causing him to smile again. "Hand me a coffee George."

He gave me the hot drink and settled down next to me with his coffee. "How'd you sleep Charlotte?"

"After that fuck? I slept incredibly, don't think I even had a dream." He cast me a smile. "How's your morning been so far?"

"Well, I got up at six thirty, about two hours ago. I usually wake up then so it's hard for me to purposely sleep in. I made some tea, said my prayers, and did yoga for a good hour before I meditated. I'm surprised I didn't wake you up with all the chanting."

"That's surprising, I'm usually such a light sleeper. You see, my stepdad used-" I quickly caught myself before I nearly said what I was going to say. I blushed deeply when George raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Nevermind." I muttered, looking away.

He really looked like he wanted me to tell him, but I was too frightened to. Luckily, he dropped the subject and quickly moved on.

"So today I have to take you back home. I told Jane I was staying with a friend of mine after drinking a lot last night, so she'll be expecting me back soon." He explained, eating the rest of his breakfast. My heart fell a little at the prospect of returning home after how lovely saturday was, but I nodded at this and dug into my food as well.

It was a slow morning, but by ten we checked out and started out of London. After a few minutes of conversation, he discussed my future babysitting schedule.

"So Charlotte, Jane and I will need you to look after Dhani every week on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. We're paying you ten pounds an hour, and we might need you on the weekends too. I spend those days in town, working with artists and managers and such. And now especially, since Tom wants me to start making music again."

I smiled at this. "Really? What do you have in mind?"

George laughed, "It's a good idea, actually. Tom wants to make a supergroup with me, him, Bob Dylan, Jeff Lynne, and Roy Orbison. He's working with Bob and Jeff anyways and Roy is in London, so he's got this idea to write a few tunes and get me back into recording. Can't say I haven't missed it."

"I love that idea! That way you can make music but you're not the center of attention. And I do think it'll be good for you to get back in the studio. It's been what, twenty years?"

He nodded, and launched into a captivating discussion about recording, Bob Dylan, and guitars. It was thrilling to listen to him when he got into something he was passionate about, he had such a calming voice and was a great storyteller.

When we reached my house, I was disappointed that my day with George was over.

"Thank you for yesterday George, it was a dream." I said, kissing his scruffy chin. He smiled at me and brought me in for a real kiss, slipping his tongue in my mouth. After a few moments, I broke away in a daze, blushing at his intense gaze.

"Anytime my love. But for now, go home and finish up that project I assigned. Just because you're with me doesn't mean I'll give you a pass on a failing assignment." I kissed him one last time as I exited the car and walked up to my house, unlocking the door and nearly running right into my stepfather.

"Oh, hi." I said meekly, frightened by his sudden appearance. He glared harshly at me and pointed out the window.

"Who the fuck is that, Charlotte?" He seethed in fury. The blood rose in my head as I realized he must've seen our kiss.

"Wh-who?" I stuttered out, cowering in fear.

"The man who was just now eating your goddamn face off?!" He cried, his blue eyes staring intensely at me. "Who was it? He looked a good deal older than you."

I tried to stop my tears and I turned on my heels and started walking away. But before I could get far, I felt my step dad grab my arm, pull me to him, and lay a sharp slap across my face. The pain was sharp, and I cried out and fell to the floor, clutching my face. The tears fell at how quickly he had taken my day from great to horrible.

"Wait until Lynn hears about this." He threatened, starting up the stairs. My heart raced and I shouted out,

"Tell her about this and I'll tell her all about you sleeping with me two years ago!" He turned around slowly, dropping his gaze to me. He looked infuriated, but he didn't say a word as he stomped back down the steps and out the front door, slamming it behind me.

I picked myself up and went upstairs to take a shower, washing away the sin of the previous night. I knew my stepdad wouldn't tell my mother, but the thought of him knowing about George and using it as a threat was frightening. I nearly cried in the shower, but managed to make it out without doing so.

I spent the rest of that sunday doing homework until my mother got home from work.  

Well that sucked. Anyways, next chapter will have LOTS of smut and some drama.