His Lovely Little Flower

Chapter 4

I pulled into my garage I watched her reaction as her eyes widened.

"You have so many cars." She observed. I got out of the car and opened her door. I began walking and as we were walking into the house she tripped. I was quick to stop her from hurting herself. I swept her feet out from under her and carried her bridal style inside she began to fidget. "It's okay I just slipped that's all sorry."

"Relax and stop moving." She listened to me as we stepped through the door. "We have tiled floor until we get to the stairs I don't want you to slip, and as for our carpets, we don't need those to be wet." The door to our garage was in the corner in our living room. I crept through the house to the stairs.

"Nate sweetie is that you."

"Yes mother I will be down momentarily."

"Alright." I carried Alia up to my room. I set her on my bed. "Strip."

"Excuse me?"

"I said strip. I have a bathroom right there you can take a warm shower, I'll get you some clothes to wear."

"Thank you." She muttered.

"You're welcome, hurry up dinner will be done soon." I didn't give her time to argue I closed my door and took off down stairs with a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat's. I jumped down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"You're in high spirits today." My father spoke looking up from his phone. I went into the fridge grabbing a water bottle.

"Yes I am." I grinned.

"I take it you found out her name?"

"More than that."

"Oh?"

"I brought her home, mother set another plate." She nodded.

"Who are we talking about?" She asked cautiously.

"Honestly Nate. I have never known you to bring your whores here. Usually you take them to the clubs." My father said. I narrowed my eyes a growl escaped my throat. (Oh and remember when I told you my father doesn't cuss well Bitch, whore, slut, and pet are not considered cuss words in his dictionary just another means of addressing a woman.) 

"She is not my whore...it's her."

"I know I'm messing with you. What's her name and have you told her anything?"

"No I havn't and it's Alia...Alia Mayfair."

"She sounds pretty."

"Beautiful, and pretty compliant as far as I can see. She has listened to me with little hesitation."

"So what is she doing now?" I shook my head.

"She was out in the pouring rain when I saw her...I didn't know it was her at first but when I found out I decided to care for her, she's going to get a cold, I'm going to get her into some fresh clothes and put her's in the dryer." I pushed off the wall and went up to my room. I opened my closet door pulling out pair of light grey sweat pants and a black T-shirt. I grabbed a set a fresh towels. I opened the door, and heard her scream. I chuckled. "Shhh Alia please hush up. I just came in here to drop off a set of towels and a set of clothes." I looked at my glass shower and it was dry and she was shivering covering her body from my view. I frowned. "Why have you not taken a shower as I have said?"

"Sssssssssoryyyyyyy. IIIII, cccoulddddn't ffffigure ooooout hhow ttto tturnnn itttttt onnnnn." I softened and touched the touch screen panel to turn it on. Water came from the ceiling and from all directions. I watched smugly as the intense pressure streams came from all angles making her yelp and jump around trying to avoid the pain. I chuckled watching her blurred breast jiggle up and down.