Good Girl Gone Bad

14. An Unexpected Surprise

I blink my eyes open, head to the washroom and wash my face. I put my hair in a bun and start to head downstairs.

I hear alot of chattering going on. I peek from the stairs to see a few unfamiliar faces at least that's what it seemed like at first until I noticed him.

I rub my eyes and peek again, it is him. It wasn't an illusion that I had.

As soon as he notices me, he scans me from bottom to top and smiles at me. That's when I start to look at myself from top to bottom and notice that I'm still in my PJ's with my hair in a messy bun. I run back upstairs and immediately take a shower. Once I dress up, I stand in front of the mirror lost in my thoughts. I still couldn't believe that Jason was at my place.

I get back to reality once I suddenly feel someone hug me from behind. I look up into the mirror to see him. My heart beat starts to increase.

"I've got alot of questions for you. How are you here and that too in my room right now? How do my parents even know your aunt and uncle and-" before I could finish he covers my mouth with his hand and spins me around.

"Let's enjoy this moment right now. There's plenty of time to talk about that."
"So, how do you feel right now?" He asks as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm honestly surprised and I still can't shake the feeling that this is all a dream."

He pinches me slightly and says, "It's happening."

"Yeah, it is. Now, I need to dress in a way to impress your aunt and uncle, help me choose an outfit."

"What about me?"

"You're the least of my concern," I say with a smirk.

"We'll see about that."

He lets me go and follows me to ny closet. He points to a pale pink top and a black jean that lies on the top shelf.

"I don't understand why my mom would keep it there when she knows that I can't reach it."

He laughs for a while and places his hand on my waist and lifts me off the floor.

"What are you doing? You could have just got it for me instead."

"Will you just grab what you need, I don't think I can hold you much longer. You're not lightweight"

"Right. Sorry!" I say feeling embarassed.
As soon as I grab my jean and top he puts me down gently but he still holds onto me.

"Seems like working out has paid off," he whispers in my ears from behind. I could feel a shiver run down my body. I try to get out of his grasp but he doesn't let me go.

"What's the hurry? You can change later," he whispers again.

I could still feel his breath on my neck.

Why did he have to keep whispering?

Don't act like you didn't like it.

Shut up.

Suddenly, he tugged at the elastic holding my hair together. He pulled until my wavy hair was let loose. Slowly, he started to push my hair to one side. I felt slightly tinglish and started to move my head slightly as he continued to do that.

"Could you not do that? I'll move it aside."

"Why not? No, I want to."

"I feel slightly ticklish."

"Oh really," he says as he starts to caress my neck and I continue to move my head.

You could have kept your mouth shut. Now, it doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon.

He then spins me around and runs his fingers along my waistline and when that didn't trigger any reaction, he moved to my stomach and it definitely worked now. I try to move backwards and continue to do so until my back comes in contact with the wall.

He places both his hands on the wall and moves closer. Just as our bodies were to collide, I bend down and run underneath his arm.

"You can't catch me," I yell as I continue to run around the room.

"We'll see about that," he says with his signature smirk on his face as he continues to chase me.

I jump on top of my bed hoping that he wouldn't jump, which was a stupid move. He just leans forward and grabs my leg making me fall on my bed. Just as I try to get up, he crawls on top of me making me fall back into the same position. I try hard to push him back but all my efforts fail and he immediately pins my arms to one side with one hand.

"What are you doing? You need to-" and before I could finish he moves closer to my face and at that moment all I could feel was his breath and the pleasant aroma of his perfume. My heart beat started to increase rapidly.

As soon as I feel his lips on my neck, my eyes close on it's own accord.

He continued to travel and explore starting from my collar bone upto the place where your jaw and ears meet, making me shudder. Chills took over my body as he started to place kisses.

Just when I thought he was done, he tilts my head and places his lips on mine. I couldn't resist him. Our lips started to work in sync.

When I felt him slowly retracting, I tried to slow down my breathing until his teeth gently started to grip my lip. His tongue slowly started to sweep across it and then he started to move back letting go of the grip. He then placed a chaste kiss on my forehead just slightly below my hairline before moving back all together. I was still surprised from what had happened but I couldn't stay in the same position so I got up.

I started to stare at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. He tilts my chin up and gives me a sly smile and says, "How was that?"

"Why would you do that?" I ask.

Not like you didn't enjoy it.

Shut up. I'm trying to prevent these actions in the future.

Sure, you are.

"Not like you stopped me," he smirks.

Is he serious? He was the one who pinned my arms when I tried to stop him.

You liked that, didn't you?

Shut up.

"I used to be a goodie good girl, who never went against her parent's word nor fell for anyone. I do admit that I've had crushes but nothing major until you came along. Now, not only have I gone against their word but I've fallen for you and here we are romancing right in my bedroom even though my parents are just downstairs."

"The good girl has gone bad," he laughs.

"Shut up. It's not funny, I'm really serious right now."

He holds my shoulders and says, "You can't always be a good girl and it's not wrong to be bad with just your guy. Though, I do admit that we shouldn't have gone that far knowing your parents were just downstairs. I'm sorry about that."

"Why are you saying sorry? I should have stopped you."

"Atleast, you're admitting it now," he winks.

"You'll never change," I groan.
"I'm going to go change now."

I pick up the clothes on my bed and head to the door
I open it to see my mom standing right in front of my door.

How long has she been standing there for?

Does she know?

If she does, you're so screwed.

Like I don't know that.

Just when I thought that everything was going smoothly...