MR. MORENO'S SURROGATE ✔️

11 - Leilah

The night went well. Me and Elijah got along well as the night progressed and I think we're making some progress. Up until the end of the party. I had to sober him up so he could drive 'cause he didn't want me to drive his car, and he hasn't said a word to me since he got sober. I try to ignore it while he drives, but then he suddenly speaks.

"I hope you know I was drunk." he says, his eyes on the road.

I nod my head. "I figured." I say.

"How so?" he asks in intrigue.

"We wouldn't have talked and laughed as much as we did if you weren't."

I turn to look out the window and I can feel his eyes on me as I observe. He sighs deeply and continues to drive. When we arrive to the house, he gets out and rounds the car to open my door. I step out and I walk into the house. I go upstairs to my room and I start to get undressed to get in the shower. When I'm fully undressed, I grab a towel and I go to get in the shower. When I'm out, I look through my closet and I spot one of Tyler's shirts there. With a smile, I pick it up and I slide it over my head, putting my arms through it, and his smell consumes my senses. I crawl into bed and I pick up my phone to dial his number. For a second it rings, then I can hear his voice on the other side.

"Leilah. It's a bit late." he says tiredly.

"I'm sorry. I'll just call tomorrow-"

"No no no. It's fine, it's fine. What're you doing up so late?" he says. I can hear him grunting as he shifts to get comfortable.

"Oh, nothing. I had to go to a gala with Elijah tonight. We just got back twenty minutes ago."

"A gala? For what?"

"He supposedly runs a business and they hold this gala, party thing and he has to host them." I say, fidgeting with my shirt.

"How was it?"

"Good for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"Yeah. I mean, Elijah started drinking and-"

"What happened?"

"He was just drunk and we were having a good time. I knew it was because of the drinks, but I wanted to pretend it was real for a moment."

"I can understand that." he says.

I sigh. "I found one of your shirts in my bag and now I smell like you. I wanted to call and talk to you 'cause I kinda miss you."

"Kinda?" he says with an amused tone.

"Yeah, kinda." I say with a big smile on my face. "I should head to sleep."

"I agree. You've probably had a long day."

"I have." I say with a smile on my face. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Leilah." he says back.

For a moment, I hesitate to hang up, and so does he. But after a few seconds, I remove the phone from my ear to hang up. I sit my phone on the nightstand and I crawl under my blankets to close my eyes and rest. When I wake up, it's 8 in the morning. I yawn and I pick up my phone to check it. I put it back down and I step out of bed and into my slippers. Tyler's shirt drapes down over my thighs, so I don't bother to put on any pants. I do, however, put on short shorts, just for some coverage.

I head downstairs and I walk into the kitchen, passing Elijah on the way in. As I'm taking the apple juice carton out of the refrigerator, I feel a strong grip on my wrist and waist.

"Who was here last night?" Elijah interrogates, whirling me around to pin me between his body and the refrigerator.

"What the fuck? No one!" I say, struggling from his grip.

"Why do you smell like that?"

"Like what?! Get the fuck off of me!" I yell, trying to rip my wrist from his grip.

As I struggle, my hand goes weak and I drop the carton of apple juice, making it spill at Elijah's feet.

"Who's shirt is that? If you're going to fuck someone in my fucking house, don't prance around in their shit like you're fucking proud of it."

"What the hell are you talking about?! This is Tyler's!" I snap back.

"What, so you're fucking him?"

"Elijah, stop," I say, my fighting useless.

"Tell me the truth." he whispers in my ear. "I'll let you go, I swear." he says terrifyingly calm now.

"No one." I say, looking up at him, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

It's only then that I realize our lips are breaths apart. His cold, icy breath hits my lips as he begins to talk.

"Prove it. Look into my eyes and swear that you're not even thinking about fucking anyone else."

"Other than?" I tease.

He pauses for a moment and grunts. "Say it."

"I can't do that."

His face contorts. "Why not?"

"Because how am I supposed to know you're not fucking anyone else?"

"Other than?" he says, throwing my words back at me.

"Doesn't matter." I say, looking him over. A burning desire builds in my stomach as I feel every breath he takes against my lips. "What if I leaned forward? Just a little. What'd happen?" I ask. His eyes search mine as his breathing falters. He's trying to restrain himself. It's fun seeing how much control I have over him, even if it's just a little bit.

Changing the subject, I look into his eyes. "Why does the idea of me fucking someone other than you bother you so much?"

His eyes snap to mine in shock that I've finally put the pieces together. He breathes a little heavily and finally answers.

"In all honesty, it's because I want you to myself. I didn't want to admit it just yet but I figured we're being honest, right? I want you. Simple."

I look him in his eyes and I smile devilishly. I lean in just a little bit and our lips are touching ever so lightly, our lips brushing against each other as I start to speak. "Well, Mister Moreno, if you want me, you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that."

"Mm." he hums, putting his head down with a smile.

I slide my wrists from his grip and he looks down at the floor before yelling. "Mary! Spill in the kitchen!" he yells.

"On it, Sir!" she replies.

"And cook breakfast, would you?" he says.

Then he backs off and leaves with a hot sensation boiling in my stomach. I have no idea where that came from, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to take it further.

Jesus Leilah. Control yourself.