Untold Truth

7

I stare at him anxiously, waiting for a response. He opens his mouth, trying to let out his next words, but can't think of any.

I stand up, about to leave, when he grabs my wrist.

I try to push it off, but instead he pulls forward into his lap.

"If you were mine, you'd be begging me to stop."

"There is only one way to find out."

"Val," he says seriously, staring at me intensely.

I turn around, straddling his hips, smashing my lips on his mouth, and he starts kissing meback.

God, why can't I stop? What was he saying, begging me to stop?

I start grinding my hips on his through his clothes, pulling me as close to him as possible. I move to his neck, kissing him intensely and leaving marks.

"Val," he pleads.

I ignore him, continuing to kiss him.

He grabs my hips, lifting me up for him to stand up, letting go of me.

"I can't do this."

"We were just doing it."

"Val, I just asked you to move in with me; you know how weird that would be if we had sex less than 24 hours later?"

"It wouldn't be weird."

"Stop; I'm going to my room; you should too."

And just like that, he walked out on me. He really had to ruin the moment. I mean, I would be fine with doing it, but what's his problem? He doesn't seem like a virgin by how he kisses me; what else?

I hear a lightning bolt, scaring me off my seat. God,why am I scared of Mother Nature?

I walk to my room, closing it. I have no clothes, and from the reaction and response I got not too long ago, I think it's best I don't go back, leaving me in my last option for pajamas.

I take off my pants, shoes, and bra, throwing them in the middle of the floor. I get into bed, trying to go to sleep.

I startle again, scared of the sounds outside. Why can't it stop? Why tonight? Why did the universe have to do this? To have a thunderstorm tonight? To make me scared of thunder?

There are so many whys that I will never get the answer, even in the lifetime I could have.

I get off my bed, walk out to find a distraction, and look inside each door I open, hoping and trying to help me cope with what I hear.

I've so far seen a gym, a laundry room, and a storage room with papers of god knows what. Half the doors I try to open are closed either by a lock or a code. I don't try to get in, of course; why would I?

I open the next door, stepping back to see Charles. By all the tens or hundreds of doors I run into him?

"Val, what are you doing up this late?"

I can't help but stare; he's wearing nothing but baggy sweatpants; he's inside his office, looking up from the paper in front of him; he's wearing glasses.

The glasses. Fuck. They make him look even better than he already does without them.

"I can't sleep," I plead, truthfully.

"And why is that? First night jitters?" He says, putting his elbows on the table.

"No, not that, the storm."

"Storm? You're afraid of the lightning, huh?"

"I guess you could say that."

"Come here."

I look at him like he's crazy; he stares back, guiding his hand to him.

I walk forward with him, place his hand on my hips, and straddle him, still keeping his stare.

"Charles"

"Shh, what did I tell you about that name?"

I ignore him while he place a hand near my underwear

"What are you doing?"

"Stay quiet for me; I don't want the maids to find out, do we?"

"Charles"

"Are you ever going to listen to me?"

The last words he said before slipping one of his fingers inside my pussy.

"God, oh god, that feels so fucking good."

"You are my god, Valentina," he says before slipping in another fingers.

"Charles" I say before letting out another moan.

"Say it again, I dare you; I will bend you over and fuck you so hard you pass out."

I tighten my pussy with his fingers still fucking me.

"You like the sound of that, don't you?"

"Charles," I say, letting out a loud moan.