White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 48

Lionel's bedroom at the Wither's Mansion.

"What's this?" Leela asked in a puzzled voice as she stared from Lionel to the dress that had brought her one of the most exhilarating feelings in her lifetime.

He watched as she walked passed him and reached out to touch the fairytale-like garment with trembling fingers. His eyes drank in her every move as he did that disastrous night he asked Kylie to invite her to his house party.

He remembered her just as clearly as he was now watching her. He could see her unsure eyes darting about for Kylie as she rushed through the group of spiteful and contemptuous teenagers who without care or thought ripped into her just because of who they considered themselves and who they considered her to be.

He had stood behind the partially closed glass sliding door caught up in watching her as she timidly made her way through the throng of the superior high school girls who showered her with contempt.

He felt his disgust at their behaviour escalated when he saw how crestfallen her rather beautifully made-up face had become. Her appearance was rather stunning and he found himself caught up in just watching her as he told himself he should go out there and let Molly and her high-minded attitude take a rest but all he could do was just stand there like a mindless zombie lost in the beauty of her.

He had watched as she came closer to the door her hands reaching to slide it open but Ron Molly's brother seeing an opportunity to use his sister's callous and mean behaviour to his advantage had intercepted stopping her.

He was moved to action then boiling with a savage case of possessiveness as he saw Ron's hand on her arm. He had slid the door open reached for Leela and glared at Ron who stepped back his lips parted to speak but decided a retreat was best.

"Are you alright?" he had asked softly looking down at her his eyes intense. He was uncaring about the curious and rather surprising look of those who watched him address Leela. She was his only concern.

"Yeah," she said nodding quickly her cheeks flushed but he did not know it was all due to him now holding her and being so close she could see the gold flecks in his brown eyes dancing like sparks of fire.

He had smiled as if relieved that no harm had come to her and she had, in turn, become the one to stand staring at him in mindless infatuation. She could not take her eyes off his mesmerizing face so beautifully and loving contoured by favourable genes and some darn good evolution.

"I---"

"Where---?"

They both spoke at once and it caused them to smile and somewhat made them relax but that mood was broken when Molly being the conniving witch came up to them and pretended to trip over nothing and spill her drink on Leela's dress.

"Oops look what happened!" she gasped in mock surprise, "Now you have to leave and go home to your little nest," she finished nastily.

Leela looked down at the ugly wet mark spreading on the front of her dress and felt tears pricked at her eyes. She looked from Molly to her ruined dress and made to run off to her house thinking this was the dumbest thing she ever did.

She should have known when Kylie had decided to be her friend there were those in Kylie's calibre of life who saw her as nothing but the hired help's daughter and not in their league. Molly was extremely set on showing her this fact.

Kylie who had turned up with a cute Latino girl looking slightly dazed and flushed demanded to know what was going on as she glared at Molly furiously.

"Seems like little Miss wannabe got drenched," she replied not caring for Kylie's definite displeasure at the sight of Leela's messed-up dress.

"You're such a bitch, Molly," Kylie had screamed lunging at her but Lionel had stopped the budding altercation by stepping between them.

"I think you should leave Molly," he told her and she stared at him aghast her surprise almost comical as she didn't expect Lionel to choose his sister's charity case over her.

He looked from her to the group of watchful teenagers his hand still holding possessively on her arm only this time he pulled her closer to his side as if making a stand and his next set of words proved he was.

"Anyone else who thinks that they are above anyone I've invited here tonight you can follow Molly as she leaves, now!"

Leela who knew she did not want to be on the receiving end of Molly and her cliques' resentment fumbled with moving away from Lionel and saying she should be the one to go, but to her surprise she found herself being guided by Lionel through the glass doors and up the circular staircase that led to the family quarters.

"Where are we going?"

"I need to get you out of that dress."

Lord, what was happening? Had she gone and fallen asleep again to dream another crazy fantasy about Lionel Whither?

"I should just go home," she breathed her mind and body too aware of the sexy specimen leading her to what she later found out to be his mother's dressing room.

This time in the dressing room it was Lionel walking in on her standing half-naked staring at the white dress that Kylie had made her try on a few days ago that had set things into motion.

Lionel had told her to go in and find something to change into. She had removed the wet dress and bra in repulsion but instead of searching where he said she had walked to the closet and removed the gown thinking how beautiful it would be for a bride, not just any bride though a bride for Lionel and that bride being her.

Her mind had once again slipped into her world of fantasies. Their beguiling images transported her from the present into a world where everything she desired was possible.

Lionel's knock and enquiry were not heard as she became transfixed on her fantasies. He had opened the door to check if she was getting through when the sight of her standing there half naked had pulled from him desires he too could not control, and that very night in his mother's dressing room they both gave into them without thought or reason.

As memories surface and send emotions rolling like tides to crash against her control Leela dragged herself to the present and glared at Lionel.

"Have you not done enough Lionel?" she asked emotions clothing her voice in a hoarse whisper.

"No Lee I have not," he told her his voice just as laden with emotions. "I have yet to do anything."

He walked slowly up to her but kept his distance as he continued to speak to her.

"I made a mess of the best thing that happened to me because I was scared to face up to the one thing I truly wanted and that was loving you. I made a mistake and I need to right my wrongs."

"Are you saying you love me?" she gasped as the feelings in her burst from their confines and flooded her heart with excitement.

Was she hearing right? Or was this another one of her fantasies fueled by feelings and desires that the past or time could never erase or diminish?

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Here and now is what will matter as Lionel bares his soul. Will it fit together the broken pieces or will there forever be a jagged edge to show the bitter reality that this was something he could never fully mend?

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