Crawl To Me

18- First meet

Ren

After satisfying myself I came outside wrapping myself in a towel because probably both of our juices soiled my boxers. I wore a T-shirt and shorts.

Hearing rumbling sounds from downstairs, I remembered Stefen. This girl made me forget what I was doing before. Looking at her peacefully sleeping on my bed made me feel so relaxed. Never in my life did I think just watching someone sleep could bring me such peace. Her face radiates innocence and purity. I could stare at this girl all day.

I checked the CCTV cameras for Stefen's sake and sat on the edge of the bed near her.

I don’t get to see this kind of princess often. Once she wakes up, she’s unpredictably active. Placing my palm on her cheek, a smile crept onto my face.

"Princess, can you stay like this with me forever?"

Why am I even talking to a sleeping girl? I laid down beside her, pulling her close to my chest. She automatically molded herself into my hold.

"Daddy..."

The soft tone of her voice made me feel so dominant. I still don't know why she decided to call me Daddy.

Why did she think of sneaking in?

From her expression alone, I can tell she wanted to put up a fight about my behavior this morning. Staring at her, I remembered our first meeting. I’m sure she doesn't even recall it. It was at the club a few months back when Kavin and Jacklyn moved here. She looked stunning under the club’s lights, dancing and singing. I think she was there for a birthday party. I didn't even know she was Kavin’s sister. I went to the club for sex; it had become my regular routine to hit the clubs every weekend.

I glanced at her beauty one last time and went inside my private VIP room to handle some work. When I came out, ready to leave, the club was half-empty, and my eyes landed on that same beauty again, but this time she was fully drunk. She could barely stand, her eyes closed as she leaned on the bar. She was asking the bartender for another drink. My heart told me to sit beside her, so I did. Sitting next to her, I ordered a drink, watching this girl talk to herself. I wanted to hear what she was saying, but the music was too loud.

After a few seconds, her friend arrived and snatched the drink from her hand, saying,

"Jacklyn, enough."

So, Jacklyn it is. A hot name for a sweet girl.

"No, Layla..."

"What ‘no, Layla’? Your brother is going to kill you if he sees you like this."

"Brother? My brother? I have a brother?"

"Yes, you do have a brother. A handsome one."

"I love my brother."

Layla let out a laugh, replying,

"I love your brother, too."

"No, I love my brother."

Jacklyn’s words made me jealous of this so-called brother. I don't even know why, but I think I stared at her for at least thirty minutes that day.

"Okay, Jacklyn, let me book you a cab."

Her friend left her, and I also received a work call. I went outside the club without looking back because work has always been my priority.

Later, as I got into my car and was about to start the engine, I heard a knock on the passenger window. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. It was the girl from the club. I rolled down the window and gave her a suspicious look.

"Won't you open the door, mister?"

I was confused, but I unlocked the door for her. She sat down, placed her purse on the dashboard, and said,

"Won't you ask for the OTP?"

I let out a huge laugh at the realization. Did she think I was her cab driver?

After a moment, I decided to drop her off, figuring I could be her safe driver for the night. I played along, saying,

"Sorry, ma'am. Can I get the OTP?"

Just as I said that, I realized I had never apologized to anyone before. Her presence made me feel so comfortable.

"Just take my phone," she said, dropping it on my lap and leaning back in the seat. She was so drunk. I took her phone and checked the app for the drop-off location. Luckily, it was near my house.

I started driving. Jacklyn turned to me and said,

"You look handsome."

I blushed at her words. This was so unlike me.

"Thanks, princess."

She smiled cutely. I still remember her face from that night. I wanted to ask her more just to hear that sweet voice.

"What's your name?"

I asked, even though I already knew. I didn’t usually ask for names; I only used women for rough sex and left them.

"You look handsome."

I smiled at her.

"Thank you, but what’s your name, princess?"

The way I was speaking felt strange. I’d always referred to women as sluts and bitches. This was a new me.

"Jacklyn, Jacklyn Ivy."

"Why are you repeating yourself, Jacklyn?"

"Because I'm drunk," she said, smiling. There was no exact address listed, so I asked where her house was. To my surprise, we arrived at Kavin’s house. That’s when it hit me—Kavin’s sister, the one he always talked about, was this girl. I handed her back her phone. She grabbed her purse from the dashboard, clearly panicking.

I didn’t think Kavin would fear his own sister, the one he loved and always talked about. She looked at me with fearful eyes.

"Is Kavin that strict?"

"Yes."

She glanced at her house and took a deep breath.

I can’t help you with that, princess.

She got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. I had to leave before Kavin saw me. I didn’t want him to misunderstand me so I left from there to my house and went inside. The whole night her actions were lingering in my brain and heart.

Thinking about the whole scene I drifted into a deep slumber with my princess finally in my arms.

*TIME SKIPS*

I woke up with a loud glass-breaking sound from downstairs. The absence of Jacklyn made my brain dig to conclusions.

Panic flooded through my veins remembering Stefen. I ran downstairs and saw a frightened Jacklyn looking at Stefen. I went downstairs somewhat relaxed seeing her safe. I called her out

"Princess?"

Jacklyn looked at me with tearful eyes and ran into my arms.