A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Thirty Four

Reader's POV:

Come 4:15pm, Billie's car pulled up to your usual spot just down the street from school, and as always you quickly scanned up and down the rather crowded street to make sure there were no prying eyes before you slipped into the passenger seat beside Billie.

"Remember," the older blonde turned to you, an unimpressed expression tugging at her features, clearly not happy about bringing you along to her home; well technically her husband's home. If only the circumstances were different.

"I know, I know," you cut her off, holding your hands up in mock defeat. "I'll stay in the car." You then offered her a gesture of crossing your heart which instantly brought a smile to her lips. "Just don't take too long, patience isn't a virtue I acquire."

"Oh, I know." The blonde mumbled, a soft smirk gracing her features as she pulled away from the curb.

"And you love me for it." You grinned cheekily at her, clicking your seatbelt into place.

"I sure do," her hand found your thigh, squeezing it lightly, the slight pressure and the gentle graze of her fingernails against your bare flesh causing the taught muscles in your stomach to contract.

Interlacing your fingers through hers, you lifted her hand brushing your lips softly over her knuckles. Her gaze was still focused on the road ahead, but there was a fond smile tugging at her lips.

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En route to Billie's, you had both agreed that you had enough time to stop off for coffee seen as there was a Starbucks on the way. Billie ordered a skinny latte, whilst you ordered your usual caramel frappe, and of course Billie insisted on paying, the minute you pulled your purse out of your bag she almost wrestled it from you so you relented and allowed her to pay as long as you got to pay the next time.

As Billie drove away from the drive through, she suddenly had to swerve slightly to avoid a car who was clearly being driven by some incompetent.. "Asshole!" Billie growled, the abrupt movement causing your coffee to slosh over the sides, inevitably soaking you in the process and narrowly missing the pristine interior of Billie's car.

"Fuck!" You cursed discarding your beverage in one of the cup holders as you thoroughly dabbed at the coffee stains on your shirt that had started to seep through to your bra. When you heard the stifled giggles coming from your girlfriend you shot her an icy glare. "Something funny?"

During the minor incident you had failed to realise your were now parked outside of your destination. Billie's gaze flicked between you and a rather extravagant house to your left as though silently contemplating something. "Come on,"

You shot her a confused look as you hesitantly stepped out of the car. "I thought you wanted me to wait in the car?"

"You think I'm going to leave you sat in the car covered in coffee? Your shirt is practically see through. You can change into something of mine." She briefly glanced up and down the street as you quickly followed her. "Ian's car isn't here so I'm guessing he's still at work."

Shame, you silently thought to yourself, a brief scenario of you delivering a few swift punches to his face and a couple kicks to his groin flashing through your mind. Your fantasy was soon cut short, quickly returning to present time as you followed Billie inside her home. Judging by the size of the house, her husband was definitely trying to compensate for something.

"Woah," you mused wandering down the hallway, your attention immediately captured by the fancy decor that surrounded you, swarmed in darkness until Billie flicked a light on. Your footsteps echoed, bouncing off the walls as you followed your girlfriend further into the house. This made the Kardashian's house look like a trailer.

It seemed so empty, liked nobody even lived there, just as dead as their marriage, way too big just for 2 people and you silently wondered if they'd ever discussed having children but you immediately shut that thought down as a nauseating feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly a vivid image flashed through your mind of Billie coming home each night to this desolate place, only brought to life by the angry screams of her husband, and the gentle sobs of Billie, stuck in a marriage she wanted no part of.

You followed the blonde up the stairs and down a hallway that never seemed to end until you came to a stop outside of what seemed to be her bedroom, the one she most likely shared with her husband; you mentally cringed at the image of the two of them sleeping side by side in the large four-poster bed that was situated at the far end of the room.

This room seemed to have more of a feminine touch, with pale pink drapes and carpet to match. A huge vanity sat on one side of the room littered with makeup and perfume bottles, and there were 2 other rooms at the back, one of them was a bathroom, and Billie disappeared inside the other for a moment and when she emerged holding a pile of clothes, you guessed it was probably a walk in closet.

"Here, change into these." She handed you an orange hoodie that was a little oversized on your small frame, falling just above your knees. Faint traces of her familiar perfume invaded your senses as you held the fabric up to your nose and you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you breathed in the comforting scent of your girlfriend. She also gave you a pair of black leggings that were a little long on you due to Billie's height and you had to roll over the waistband a few times for them to fit a little better. There was just something so uniquely tender about wearing your girlfriend's clothes. You quickly shoved your school uniform into your bag before turning to Billie.

"Tada!" You chimed, giving her a twirl as she chuckled light-heartedly and softly shook her head. She pulled out a suitcase and began to fill it with clothes and other everyday essentials, stopping her frantic actions to occasionally check the time.

"Relax, we'll be gone before that dickhead comes back." You tried to offer her some reassurance, helping to pack some of her things so you'd get it done quicker, even you were starting to feel a little uneasy.

Once you were finished, the older woman sighed in relief, an invisible weight lifting from her shoulders. "I'll come back for the rest.. that's if he doesn't burn it all before then." She added as an after thought, her gaze scanning around the room. She was stood with her back to you but you could tell she was anxious so you crossed the short distance to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and you could feel the tension slowly slipping away.

"I love you," you whispered, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, gliding down to the spot where neck met shoulder and placing a tentative kiss there.

She turned to face you and she didn't need to say anything in response, it was written all over her face plain as day. Her lips sought out yours, kissing you slowly, passionately, pouring every ounce of her love for you into that kiss. Her hands rested on your hips, thumbs lazily drawing circles there as her lips parted welcoming the feel of your tongue as it explored her mouth, swallowing her soft moans. She playfully nipped your tongue drawing a muffled whimper from the back of your throat as a gentle smile graced your features. Your hands found the nape of her neck, pads of your fingers dancing delicately over her skin, golden locks running through your fingers as you pushed your body firmly against hers.

During your little impromptu make out session, the pair of you were oblivious to the presence that lingered in the doorway; silently watching you like an unwelcome predator lurking in the shadows. He waited a few moments before making his presence known. "Well, well, well.." he drawled which immediately caused you and the blonde to pull apart. "I knew you were fucking somebody else but I didn't expect.. this."

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Hi guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry it's a little delayed, I had trouble writing it because my brain is stupid. Anyway let me know what you think!
~T ♡~