RIGHT

Chapter 46

"I don't fucking want to wake up!" Aiden whined like a child. We had class today, and he wasn't co-operating at all.

I know he would not wake up this easily. So, slowly I lifted the blanket and went inside, and in an instant, his limbs wrapped around me pulling me against his chest. My fingers meandered from his eyes to lips and another hand runs in his hair.

Firstly, I kissed his cheeks then the corner of his mouth, and finally collision with his mouth, earning an immediate response from his mouth, he pulled me above him, still kissing. Then his eyes opened widely.

The sparks flew, butterflies erupted, and my breathing stopped, wasn't this way everyone described the feeling of love, well they certainly should work on adjectives, comparisons and metaphors because there were no words that could characterize this feeling, this feeling is beyond everything.

Our stagnant and passionate sharing of affection came to end when a knock on the door interrupted us, Aiden groaned in distaste about being intruded on when he was certainly basking our intimate position.

"Get up Aiden, it's already morning," I shook him when he didn't bother to open the door and just remained laid in the bed staring at me.

Knock.

Knock.

Who was there at this hour?

"Aiden, open the door!" A familiar voice rose behind the door, in an instant Aiden lifted from his position and glared at the door. I immediately was on alert and straightened my crumbled clothing.

" What the fuck you want?" Aiden inquired through gritted teeth, still reclining.

" Just open the damn door first!" The heavy voice growled. Aiden rose from the bed and stepped towards the door, I pursued. When the door opened revealed an aged version of Aiden.

" What do you want?" He asked, carelessly.

" You already know what I want." He replied, calmly. Aiden's green eyes were exact replication of his father. Their face structure was similar and so was the rippling outrage which was swelling in their gaze. Mr. Stallard was a man of business which was evident in his attire as well as his speech. We had an encounter before but we never talked. All I was certain of was that Aiden had a difficult relationship with him.

" And I, for sure, gave you my answer too many times."

" Aiden, do you understand we need you there, you could do so much better there!" His father appeared agitated and desperate. The kind of desperate that one long for water in the hot desert.

" Don't you see? England is not the place where I should be, America is working fine for me." Mr. Stallard's forehead creased and he sighed heavily.

"But we need you there. Your mother is there, and a brain like yours should work there. Everything is there."

"You both can go to fucking hell. I will never go back to England!" He exclaimed, the coldness in his voice transmitted the icy ambiance in the room. The rage had taken over them, and yet Mr. Stallard held the modesty and tranquility on his exterior.

There was a long pause.

The staring duel between father and son was so intense that it compelled me to look in another direction.

"I had enough of your nonsense, you are coming to England if you don't come then-" Mr. Stallard voice fell to dangerous degree, "you know what can I do."

" Are you threatening me?" The irritation clearly visible in his tone.

" You can think whatever you want, at the end of the month we want you there, your mother will be happy to see you."