A Different Type

11. Flamed

Chapter 11: Flamed

Marcels POV

The door from the kitchen opened and a small yelp came soon after, I pushed Jenson away even though I wanted to stay right there and keep kissing those luscious lips and ... .getting off track here. I stood and adjusted my dress and made sure that I looked decent even after she saw what happened just moments before

She cleared her throat and apologized to Jenson and looked at me shyly. She started clearing the table and asked him if there was anything he wanted, shook his head no and she then looked at me, asking me the same thing “A glass of water…please, with ice if it’s no trouble?” she nodded and took the last of the things she cleared with a small smile she was trying to hide. As soon as she was gone I hit his shoulder and laughed under my breath. He just smiled with a dazed look on his face. He sat back down in his respected seat and poured himself a glass of wine and looked at me as I took my discarded seat as well.

“So I was thinking of inviting your family tomorrow for dinner to speak to them about the future…endeavors this leadership will partake in, so to speak. I would like it if you wouldn’t join as I need to speak with them separately. Don’t worry i'll speak with you after, I just want their opinion on something first.”

I nodded and took a sharp breath, the lady from before came back and gave me my water and put the jug aside on the table, still trying to hide her smile. I grinned and took a sip before facing him. “Thank you for dinner, it was really…really good. If I’m allowed, I'd like to come by on Monday after school just to show you something, I really think we got off on the wrong foot and there’s something I have been keeping from you all, but I really do think I can tell you, but only on Monday.”

He looked at me all curious and took a sip of his wine “Sure no problem, when do you finish with class?” “I’m out at two.” He nodded his head and finished his wine I took another sip of my water before standing up and he stood up too, walked over to my side and directed me to the door by placing his hand on my lower back just above my ass, even though his pinky wanted to……explore, it didn’t. When we were outside waiting for the limo to come out front he took my hand in his and waited with me. The limo pulled up and the guy climbed out of the driver seat, it wasn’t Markus this time. He put my coat on and opened the door, before I could actually get in the car Jenson pulled me by my wrist towards him, his hands coming around my waist to rest on my lower back much like his hand before. He looked at me with such passion and want, it mesmerized me and kept me locked in.

He leaned closer and I did too, his breath got caught in and mine did too, he looked at my lips and licked his. He looked me in the eyes, seeming to ask for permission and mine gave it. His lips touched mine and those same stars clouded my brain, those same sparks took my skin hostage, my whole body and just molded perfectly into his. We parted and he smiled widely and I blushed. We said our goodbyes and I actually got in the car this time. The whole drive home was just absolute bliss. That was until the smoke came into view, my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty. Frantically I opened the window toward the front of the limo “STEP ON IT!” the driver immediately sped up.

We got to my house and it was just roaring flames, glass everywhere, and my car, absolutely fucked. My mom and sister were outside being attended to by paramedics and the house nearly burned down. Tears formed in my eyes and every happy thing from tonight left my body entirely. Leaving me with only anger and hate towards the person who did this.  

I walked over to my family and hugged them, keeping them close “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I’ll find whoever did this and I’ll make them pay. No one fucks with my family and gets away with it!”

Jenson’s POV

I watched as the limo drove away only leaving the taillight in sight, the smile never fading, I walked in dazed and sat at the table, images of what happened mere minutes ago flashed through my mind, going straight to my member, leaving it throbbing with need. I smiled at myself and wished I could stay in that position forever. With me between his legs and his soft hands pulling at my hair, the image of what he would look like, a whimpering mess underneath me. Goddess I wanted him bad.

Markus came rushing in his night attire, assuming he came straight from his bed. His next words to me left me feeling like an explosion was imminent “Marcels house was attacked, the guy who set the fire was found in the woods covered in gasoline. Sir he’s not from here. He’s from quadrant 49, said he was sent by their ruler and that he'll only speak to the..” “To me I’m guessing?”

Markus cleared his throat “No sir, he will only speak to Marcel.”

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