The Greatest Mind I Ever Knew

Chapter 18: Take Care Of Me

Lotan and I were still lying on his bed a long while later, giggling and chatting and caressing each other, when his phone began to ring. The sudden noise made him flinch, and for a quarter of a second something close to terror crossed his face, but he quickly willed a smile onto his face and said,
'Ah, this my phone. Is maybe my Aunt Vivienne, looking for me.'
'Careful she doesn't fire you.' I teased him, nipping his bottom lip. Lotan smiled wider, stroked the rim of my ear with his thumb, then stood up to find his phone.
'I think,' he said, 'she will not fire me, because I'm her nephew. But she does shouting, often.'
               I watched Lotan search around for his phone with a lustful, skipping heart. He was slender in such an attractive way: the lean muscles of his arms showed every time he reached out, and his narrow frame made him so easy to grab - 'Ah!' he gasped when I pinched his bottom. He held me at arm's length while he quickly answered his phone, watching me nervously. I tried to keep my giggling silent. Soon he was talking in French to his aunt, which only made him more irresistible.
               'Tante Vivienne? Oui, oui, je suis désolée -' Lotan tried to duck into the different corners of his room while I edged closer to him, 'euh, okay, mais - non, tante, tante -' He couldn't seem to get a word in edgeways! Madame Favreau was shouting at him passionately, and I wasn't relenting my cheeky chasing of the poor boy around his room. '- Je ne peux - je suis, euh, malade. Oui, oui - ow!' Lotan couldn't help but shriek when I jumped on him and bit his arm. There was a pause on his phone line while he stared fearfully at me, listening. Then Madame Favreau said something in a quiet, furious voice, and hung up.
               Lotan dropped his phone and gaped at me. 'Olivia!' I giggled evilly. 'Olivia, you are, er, er, you give me away, to my aunt! She knows I am with you, I think! You are cruel! And you hurting me, when you, er, this thing with your, er, er, teeth, on me.'
               I watched Lotan rub his arm and couldn't resist laughing more.
'I'm sorry, baby.' I said, sweetly sliding my arms around his waist. 'I was just teasing you.'
               He shook his head and melted.
'You are very many cruel lady, Olivia.' But his eyes wandered down my body, and he added in a longing voice, 'But also very beautiful.'
               Heart fluttering, I showed Lotan my biggest smile. He added, 'My parents would hating me, for this. I have naked lady in my house, and I lie to my aunt.'
'What did you tell her?' Lotan's lips twitched cheekily.
'I tell her I am sick, I can't work today. I am very bad man!'
'You're not a bad man.' I told him, stroking up and down his spine with my fingernails. 'You're in love. - I wonder what my parents will think of me, though. Oh, baby,' I moaned, 'I hope my dad's not mad at me. How am I supposed to tell him I'm pregnant in a way that won't hurt him?'
               My fiancé thought about it, then stroked my hair with both hands and said,
'I don't know, my love. I'm sorry I making you to have a baby.'
'No, no, don't apologise. I don't blame you. But would, would you tell my parents with me, Lotan?'
               His brown eyes bulged with anxiety.
'What?' he asked. He couldn't think of any more words after that, so he just stared at me. I sighed.
'Never mind, then. I don't want to do it alone, but -'
'Olivia, Olivia,' he quickly said, blinking a few times, 'er, I, I am very, er, scared of this, but if this happy for you, we do together. Telling your parents, together. You are never alone now, my fiancée.'
               A smile returned to my face, and my shoulders relaxed.
'Thank you! I think we should do it tonight.'
'What!' he cried again. 'Tonight!? But, but, baby, no! We are now together again, only two days! Your papa must hating me! You were sad very many weeks because I was bastard to you!'
'My dad doesn't hate you!' I told the handsome man shrinking away from me. Lotan shook his head.
'Yes, yes! And he will killing me tonight! He will hit me very much, or, or drive his car on me!'
'Oh, don't be so dramatic.' I almost laughed. 'Trust me, my love, Dad won't hurt you - not when you've just proposed to me! But I want to tell my parents soon, because I need them to support me through this. I need their help, baby. I'm scared too.'
               Lotan's own fears melted away when he heard me say that. He quickly straightened up. Moving his arms back around me, he breathed heavily and murmured,
'I'm sorry, dear lady. I'm very sorry.' He paused, breathing in my hair. Then he added, 'Okay, baby. We do this tonight. We are scared together, me and you. But we are together, yes? This making sense, what I say?'
               I smiled gratefully at my warm companion and nodded. Lotan kissed me again, but before we could grow too zealous, my phone rang loudly. Again he flinched. To calm his nerves I quickly answered it,
'Hi, Andy!'
'Hi, lovebird! How's it going? I'm bored. Are you done with Lotan yet?'
'Um,' I smiled and looked over at the man beginning to clothe himself again, 'u-um, I guess, yeah. I've got a lot to tell you, Andy.'
'Yay! I'll start walking back to his street then.'
'Okay. How long will you be?'
'Ten minutes?'
               I bit my lip, but shuddered suddenly because Lotan's eyes met mine. We both grinned.
'Alright, Andy, we'll be ready.' I quickly told my friend, and she asked,
''We'?'
'Lotan's not going to work this afternoon. He's 'sick'.'
'Oh, of course.' she snorted.
               Lotan began edging dangerously towards me just then, so I said, 'See you soon, Andy!', hung up my phone and jumped back into my lover's arms.