Breakfast For Dinner ?

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*Layla's P.O.V*
I've never been to an art gala before, I've been to an art museum so I can't really tell the difference. I'm too nervous to ask Kacey, he might think I'm some sort of nob. I agree to his invitation but I don't regret saying yes, shit it beats being home by myself. I look around the art room seeing so many different paintings and drawings "Kacey how many of these are yours?" I ask curiously. A lot of the artwork consist of the same pastels Kacey is using now. He responds "About ... Roughly 15," while shrugging his shoulders as if it was not such a great accomplishment to have his work hung up. "So will your work be in the art gala that we are attending?" I ask as I look at him while watching his hand move in a swift motion as he continues to sketch my body. He finally picks up on my eyes examining him and his every movement "Let's make a game out of this" he says smoothly as he gives me a smirk that reads enjoyment. "Sounds fun, what's our 'game' about?" I ask while arching my back a bit more due to curiosity. "For every painting that you assume is mine I will take you out for that many nights," He says winking at me and drawing his eyes back to the sketch "What if I get none of them right?" I say in a playful tone. "Well we'll just have to find out my precious goddess." He says while allowing the tip of his tongue to meet his top lip. He opens his mouth slightly then he forms an O using his mouth.

"I think I just created the best sketch in my life," Kacey says while stepping back away from the drawing. He slowly and carefully throws a white wrap over his project. He then steps away from it and begins to scribble on a piece of paper that he places on the stand of the easel he was using. "A note for my teacher letting her know I finished my project," He says giving me a sheepish smile "I can't see the drawing?" I say pouting and giving him puppy eyes. "My love I drew every perfect imperfection on your body, everything in that sketch is the same except your gorgeous face." He says as he cups my face in his large smooth hands. He then begins to caress my cheeks softly with his large manly fingers. "Now how about you get changed and I get us something to eat?" He says while taking my hand up to his mouth. He leaves a soft and small kiss on the center of my hand. I nod and feel my cheeks turn a shade of pink, I hide behind the curtain hoping Kacey didn't see me blush. Such a handsome man, when he speaks, he has a slight accent but it isn't Romanian, it's more French. I feel the need to ask him but I rethink the situation before I open my mouth. " Kacey, where do you come from?" I say as I slide my thong up my legs and put on my bra. I then begin slipping on my shirt and pants. "You are not only beautiful but you are very observant and intelligent, all the qualities that women in these times lack. But to answer your question I am from France but my family and I live here now." Kacey says throwing me a cute coat over the curtains "It's pretty chilly outside now." He says and I can hear the smile on his voice.

I slip my arms into the coat and tighten the belt that wraps around it before stepping out of the curtains. Once I step out I see that Kacey is dressed and ready to go, he grabs my bag and slowly passes it to me allowing our hands to gently brush against each other. I feel the warmth start to form from my cheeks as I begin to look at the ground. I feel Kacey's hand under my chin gently pulling it up "You are such a beautiful woman. Anyone ever tell you that?" He says as he kisses my cheek. He grabs my hand and begins walking "Where would you like to go to eat?" He asks while looking forward as if he is looking for someone. " I could go for breakfast food for dinner." I say smiling. Don't judge breakfast food was my favorite type of dinner. He chuckled a bit at my response "And here I thought I was the only weirdo in Romania who loves breakfast for dinner." He says while squeezing my hand as a gesture of comfort "I know the perfect place." He begins leading me through the campus. After what seemed to be an eternity we made it to a small diner that was practically deserted, "I think this may become my new favorite place on campus if I could remember how I got here,"I smile at Kacey who is now sitting across from me. I look at him examining his presence, you are one sexy beast. "I will get whatever you get. I trust you enough to know you must have a great taste in food." I say while smiling "Yes I have the same amazing taste in women." He says while staring at me and licking his lips slowly in a seductive fashion. I feel a gush begin to flow within me, I smile and cross my legs over one another. Out waitress approaches and Kacey orders for us, I wasn't paying much attention to the words so much as the way his mouth formed them. Can he be any more fucking attractive. I gulp looking at him. "Now let me ask you, do I make you nervous Layla?" He says while sliding his hand across the table to grab mine, I shake my head 'No' but my wetness told me another thing.

Our food arrives in no time, and we begin to eat and enjoy. It was all a blur and all I could hear was all the laughs and conversations we had in my head and I smiled. Kacey walks me to my front door "As the gentleman I am I could never leave a lady to walk in the dark alone. I don't think I would be able to live with myself if something happened to you," He says as he looks into my eyes while caressing my cheeks softly. "I want to kiss you right now." He says as he leans in closer. I feel myself under his spell of some kind, I begin to stand on my tip toes. Just as our lips were about to touch, I hear the door open. I move away from Kacey in a shy manor. "So who's this?" Sarah Lee says making me blush. "This is Kacey-my friend. Kacey, this is my caretaker, Sarah Lee." I say while gesturing to the both of them. They then say their 'Hellos' and after Kacey kisses my cheek. "Don't forget about tomorrow." He says while smiling then walking away. I close the door and watch him walk away from the peep whole "I'm not talking about it." I say walking into my room and crawling into bed and it doesn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep.

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