I Am Living With an Idiot

Forty || I Hate You

"Come on James, you know that we are expected to be on time" I groan to him as I zip up my bag.

I felt lips on the back of my neck, while hands where traveling down my sides down to my hips.

"How about a quickie?" He whispers is my ear.

I chuckled and step away from him grabbing my bag with me.

"Nope. We have somewheres to be" I tell him.

"But--".

"Are you ready to go?" I ask him.

He nods, "Yeah, let's just go" he grabs my bag from out of my hand.

"Thanks" I smile at him.

He smiles and walks through the door. I lock it behind us and follow him to the elevator.

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James pulls into the driveway of his parents house and turns off the car.

"Are you ready?" he asks me.

I nod my head, "Yeah".

He turns to me and places his hand on the side of my face, pulling me closer to his lips.

We were suddenly interrupted by a knocking on the window.

James groans and drops his hand from my face.

"And so it begins" he smiles.

I chuckles and glance out the window and see, who I presume, his father.

I can now see where James got his looks from.

He gets out and grabs our bags.

I step out and walk around the car to where James stood.

"So this is Vena" his Dad smiles, holding out his hand, "I'm William, it's great to finally meet you" he smiles.

I shake his hand and nod, "You too".

"Come inside, Julia has been waiting all day for you guys" he opens the door for us.

I follow William into the kitchen. James being his stupid self thought it would be an wonderful idea to grab my ass.

I snap my head back giving him a glare.

He smirks.

Well it looks like he's dead.

We step in the kitchen and I see a lady pulling something out of the oven.

"Julia, They're here" William announces.

She swings around and smiles and pulls me into a hug, no not her own son, but me.

"Vena, It's so good to see you again" she pulls away.

"Hi, yeah, Mom, i'm here too" James tells her.

"You're right" she smiles, "Go put your guy's stuff in the guest room" she tells him.

He groans and drags his feet to the stairs.

"So Vena, what do you major in school?" Julia asks.

And here comes the questions.

"Sorry to delay the questions, but wheres the bathroom?" I ask.

She smiles, "Just right upstairs on the left".

I nod and jog up the stairs.

I walk right past the bathroom and into the guest room where James was putting things away.