Illusory Love

11

Chapter 11

In the evening, Lany left home. She had told her parents she would go to Helena's House.

Her design was different, however. She came out of her house willing to find the young man who continued to dominate her thoughts.

Someone knocked three times on the door of the garage.

Antony had just got out of the shower and got dressed to go out. He wanted to go to the nightclub and meet his friends.

When he opened the narrow passage, he saw a beautiful girl and she was very enticing as she was in a dress with flower prints.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned in a bad temper.

"Can I enter?" Her voice sounded soft. That was a way she found to try to convince him to allow her to enter.

"I am going out now," he informed her.

"I just want to talk to you. I will not be long," she said with candor.

"Okay, come in!" He said after she had convinced him.

Both of them went to a room that had been transformed in his house. It was further away from his garage.

"Tell me what you want quickly! I'm in a hurry," he ordered while he sat on a wooden bench and he was putting on his sneakers.

"I know you're avoiding me," she said still standing.

"What do you think?" he asked still looking down at his sneakers.

"You are being childish," she answered disappointed at him.

"I am being prudent," he said and stood up as he finished putting on his shoes. "I do not want problems."

"Are you afraid of my brother?" she challenged him. "You are a coward!"

"If that's all you had to tell me, then you I think we are done. Now go away! Your time is up! I have an appointment," he said impatiently.

"Over and above a coward, you are rude, too!" She censured him with petulance.

"Begone!" he ordered and held her by the arm dragging her toward the door. No matter how hard she tried Lany could not fight against Antony, after all, he was more powerful than her.

"I am going.... but I implore you never talk to me again!" she said full of hate.

"Okay!" He agreed with her without saying anything more.

"I deserve someone better!" she said looking into his eyes and she made a brief retreat getting herself out of his grip.

Antony remained silent staring at her face.

"Not a dirty, rude and poor mechanic!" she said with malice. She glared at him, hatred in her eyes.

The boy was infuriated at her insults and he pushed her against the iron door. His body pressed against hers as he sought to relieve himself of the fury of a humiliated man.

He wanted to spank her. He took a deep breath in order to keep his control. The last thing he wanted was to commit a violent act against her.

Antony had never laid a finger against a woman and he would not do so now.

She stared at him impetuously, provoking him more and more trying to get him to lose control.

But it was in vain, all his anger disappeared from inside him after he had looked into her tempting eyes.

That left him only with a desire to kiss her again and repeat the error he made the first time.

However, he tried to fight against his own urge but was unsuccessful and ended up kissing her wildly, their lips locked together in a wild dance. Their heads moved with the rhythm of their mouths.

They were still with their lips glued when he lifted her into his arms and placed her in a position where she was facing him with her legs crossed around his waist.

He took her to his bed, their lips still locked in an exotic dance.

They remained together in total intimacy, exploring each other's bodies and reveling in the feel of one another. Antony discovered that he was the first man to have enjoyed this girl in bed.

Their only cover was a dark sheet which Antony had used to cover them after their coupling.

Lany had a smile on her face as she supported her head on her lover's chest, embracing him with intensity.

It was a way of thanking him for her first sexual experience.

"Are you sorry?" She broke the silence between them.

"... No..." He answered looking at the dark ceiling.

"You'll continue running away from me?" she asked.

"... No..." He responded and this time he was staring at her face.

"I hope you keep your word."

"I will talk to your brother about the two of us," he told her.

"No!" she raised her head. "You can't do that!"

She sat up on the bed, facing Antony who remained lying in his bed, with his head resting on his right arm.

"Why...not?" His face showed openly his indignation. "I do not understand you! Why do you want hide it from your brother?

"I know my brother very well. Nelio will condemn our involvement," she explained. "He'll never allow it."

"I'll talk to him. Nelio will have to understand this."

"Wait a little longer," she pleaded with him.

"Why?" he asked and frowned.

"Please, all this is so recent. We need time to get to know each other better."

"Okay," He said agreeing to her demands after she convinced him it was the best way to go.

***

Lany came home and she looked at her parents sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV.

Her brother came into the living room and looked at her suspiciously.

"Where were you?" He questioned after he saw his sister's wet hair. "You've taken a bath?"

"I came from Helena's house where I had a shower. The night is hot."

"Have you eaten anything, daughter?" Her mother asked.

"I have no appetite, mother." She said and walked toward her bedroom.