Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 91

RACHEL

When waiting for instructions from Ezra, I quickly roll out of bed to turn on the fan I have across the bed but it's only to cool down my heated and, worried thoughts in my head of am I the first girl he has ever talked sexy or even sexual talked like he's teaching a class of how to sexual when talking on the phone to your lover.

Lover? Where did that come from?.

I take off my shorts, it's getting too hot in here that my mom probably blasted the heater in the entire house. I make my way back to the bed to hear something mumbling through my phone, grab it and realize it's Ezra calling, "Hello babe," I answered with a shaky voice, "Were you picturing me doing things to you?" he assumes of thinkinhe's right but he's just being delusional as always, "No," I sign, "I wasn't, I was turning on the fan in my room," I tell him and he laughs.

"That's a shame that you are not picturing that. Speaking of shameful things, it's shameful that I can't physically see or touch that beautiful body of yours but you can," he says in a cocky tone but I know he's up to something with this nervous feeling in my gut, "What's that?" I ask, taking a hard swallow, "Do you trust me?".

"Yeah of course,".

I hear him chugging something probably his usual drink, whiskey before his response, "When was the last time you touched yourself? Don't lie." he demands.

I wanna lie so badly but he knows me so well that my voice goes high when I try to lie. I sign as slowly bringing my fingers down my stomach, "When you taught me.. the first time," I tightly closed my eyes, "You mean when we went out on our first date," he asked.

"That long? Baby, why wait that long? I mean you know my magic works so well on you. I'm sure yours too so what's the problem?" he wonders as hearing a small moan coming out of his mouth. How can he be any more... sex appeal, "It's embarrassing to say," I shyly tell him with a shade of red coming as he begins to laugh.

"Don't make me slap you. It's not funny," I scream through the phone so he can hear me loud and clear, "Sorry baby. I didn't mean to but I can help you," he says when I'm sitting here with no clue he's talking about, "Care to explain?".

Ezra laughs once again, "Rach, are you laying on your back on your bed," he asks and I tell him yes, "Okay, take off your shorts. Right. Now," he utters out in a very serious way, "Why?" I asked, "Don't ask. Just do it," he demands again. As much I love him, I don't like how he's demanding or telling me what to do half the time. I'm a person.  Not a dog to bow down in his commandments. Only this time I will do it because I don't know what to fucking do, I slip off my underwear, "Okay. It's off. Will you please tell me what's going on? And tell me why am I butt naked?".

I can sense that he's rolling those gorgeous green eyes of his right now when I initially asked those, I swear looking at those eyes are like the green eyed monster cursing you, "No. Trust me, now slowly drag your fingers until your middle fingers hit your clit, rub it slowly as you start rubbing the outside with the pointer and middle finger in the same slow motion but if you want, you can speed it up," he directs with a small moan coming out in a thick way, "Ezra? Are you okay?".

He moans a little before answering, "Y-Yeah, I'm getting myself off as imagining how sexy you look touching yourself. For me. And only me, so I told you it's going to be a long night". By the time he stops talking, I carefully try to go faster as I imagine my fingers were his doing his magic. Everything he does to and what to my body is perfect magical more than a magic trick.

Soon after talking for another hour or two, we finally end the call and say our I love you's and goodnights; I roll out of my bed and I don't even bother putting my clothes back so I walk to the bathroom half naked, only wearing a baggy t-shirt and being butt ass. Luckily it's connected to my bedroom, I turn the shower on to the hottest setting of water and step in. I grab my pink loofah, squeeze some of my body soap that smells like roses and vanilla, and lather my entire body. I take a longer shower than usual from Ezra's sexy smirk and words play repeat in my mind.

Right after getting out of the shower, I dry off, do my usual night routine and text one more, 'Goodnight. I love you baby' to Ezra before drifting off to sleep.

...

"Ryan, she's a fucking lunatic for thinking that she wants to see her after what she's has done," I slowly start waking up by my mom scream through her lungs and the house, "Her lawyers said that she's been out of trouble after a few bumps in the road," he mentions out of the blue, I go over to the door, press my ear against it and hear so much of nonsense he's saying until hearing something I'm not doing.

I swing open the door, rush down the stairs to the living room with both of my parents with a shocked face as I'm coming down, "What's going on?" I ask them and they just stare at each other, not making peep before Dad signs, "Your mother–".

"She's not my mother. She's a imbecile who ruined my childhood by any chance she had had her hands on me so no freaking way I'm going to pretend that nothing happened and it's unspeakable that even you forgot what happened," I scream out at the top of my lungs, with salty tears harshly falling down my face as thinking what happened, "I didn't forget. I never will forgive her for what she did, you know that bab–".

"Bullshit. I can't hear anymore of this because you sound like you are defending her," I walk towards the shoe rank, and grab my black soft uggs. I don't bother putting a jacket on because I know someone will stop me before getting a chance to get away; as I immediately get outside, I can feel the icy cold blowing towards me, "Rachel,".

I annoy whoever calling my name until hearing my name over and over getting yelled out that our neighbors are staring at me walking far away while I can. Why did I forget my jacket? It's probably -10 degrees but I'm already far away from my house and if I walk back now, I will be more shit that I already have this morning. Not the morning I wished I could have after the night I had.

...

It's been an hour or two I have been walking around the block, my fingers and, toes are minutes away from falling off and I'm shieving down to my little bones to my now wet and cold feet that I can feel my feet getting more cold to every step I can. I continue walking around the other side of the street from my house before noticing a car following me, I don't even pay attention but the person doesn't care so it just continues following me and honks at me.

*Honk Honk*.

"GO AWAY M–".

I see it's Ezra from the front window, and he rolls down the passenger window as driving closer, "Raya? It's fucking cold, have you gone completely instane?" he hollows out the window and I give him a death stare.

I have not gone insane. Not yet at least, and all I do is shrug my shoulders and stay silent.