Neko Freedom

Part 8

Sun began to shine in my face, it was morning already? Like usual, Kale was already up and running. His friend Oliver slept over so they must be together. I climbed out of bed and walked out of the room. No maids or butlers were walking around, which made me feel uneasy.

I looked over the bannister and saw Oliver and Kale talking quietly. I watched as Kale spoke, he was calm but seemed a little worried. Just as I decided to leave, Kale saw me. He did a double take and then just stopped talking. A beautiful smile came across his face, making me want to jump into his arms.

Oliver then looked up at me with a serious face. They both headed up and the first thing that I received was a hug from Kale. It was very unusual, "What's wrong?"

"Well," Kale paused, his voice sounding somewhat upset, "My parents are going on a holiday. My father is going to do business there and wants me to come along."

"What?" I loosened my hug in disbelief.

"I would say no if I could, but this will help me with the successorship of the business. If I help get the deal to go through, I will definitely become the next owner."

I didn't know what to do, but I knew what was coming. I knew what he was going to say. To try and prevent it, I hugged him tighter and grabbed his shirt. "I need to leave you here, Leo."

I shook my head in his chest. "Don't worry, Oliver will stay with you while I'm gone. I'll try to come home early."

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I shook my head in protest and he hugged me tighter. "Leo, I will only be gone for a few days."

"I don't want you to go." I said, trying to hide my desperation.

He pulled my arms off of him and kissed me on the forehead. "Don't worry, you are in good hands."

I watched him walk down the stairs and wave to me as he shut the door. Then, I looked at Oliver. He gave me the same, dirty smile as before. Not changing my worried face, I walked into Kale's bed room.

"Leo," Oliver began calling my name.

I hurriedly tried to close the door but he caught it. "Don't worry," he said, "you're in good hands." And he walked away.

I stayed in Kale's room for the rest of the day, doing nothing. When the sun began to set, I saw the pink shades disperse through the sky. I didn't even know where he was going. Not having eaten anything, I heard gurggling coming from my stomach.

I was a little afraid to leave the room, but was too hungry not to. Walking down the stair case, I saw Oliver heading to the kitchen. He glanced in my direction and stopped. A friendly smile came across his face, "Getting hungry?"

I nodded my head and we walked to the kitchen together. Not once did I let down my guard, afraid of what he might do. He looked through the pantry, not knowing what to do. "Sure is a pain not having a cook, huh?" He said laughing.

He pulled out a box of cereal and showed it to me. I sat there, not caring. He pulled out two bowls and fixed up what was supposed to be dinner. I reached out for mine and saw that it was almost overflowing.

Carefully, I grabbed it. He sat his down with a thud, none of it spilled. Just as I sat mine down, he turned to me. A little of the cereal spilled onto me but the milk felt like it didn't stop pouring.

My clothes, or Kale's clothes, were soaked to the bone. At first, Oliver laughed. I just sat there, frozen. He noticed I was upset and grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry." He apologized, "I shouldn't have filled it too much."

He brought me to the sink and turned to me. Grabbing my hips, he placed me on the counter. Immediately, I blushed and was nervous. He pulled off my shirt without my consent and threw it into the sink.

Oliver came back over to me and looked me up and down. "Oh boy," he said with a sigh, "It's even on your pants..."

"I can change later," I was trying to be defiant but was mistaken.

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care if you."

He slowly spread my legs open and stood in between them. "There's milk all over you." He said.

Oliver began to lick my neck. "Stop it." I said.

*Twinge* He had bitten me on the nape of my neck. "What the hell?" I yelled at him. I was pissed at what he was doing, but I was angrier at myself for falling for it.

"Don't be disrespectful." He said and began to lick me again.

One lick up the center of my chest made me shudder. He smiled deviously at me. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he licked over my nipple.

"No," I struggled to say, was I really?

Was I just gonna sit here and take it? No, I had to do something. I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away. But with every lick and bite, I began to lose strength. "Please," I said trying not to enjoy it.

After licking me up and down, he bit the nape of my neck again "Aaann!" I whimpered out.

He stopped and bit my ear, making me want to whine. "There, all clean."

He took his bowl and walked away with a smile on his face. I was left on the counter, my shirt still in the sink. I hurried upstairs, forgetting dinner. Hiding out in Kale's room, I held onto his shirt, trying not to cry. I didn't know how I should feel. I tried to deny my pleasure and only associate it with pain. Am I upset with him, or upset with myself?

Before I knew it, it was late into the night. The phone began to ring and I hurriedly answered it. "Leo?" Kale's voice on the other end made me want to cry.

"Yes, I'm here." I said happily, hiding the worry in my voice.

"The plane finally landed. I'm sorry for calling so late." He said awkwardly.

I felt tears stream down my face, but I laughed. I couldn't tell if I was happy or sad, I was so confused. "It's fine," I said sniffling, "I wasn't asleep yet."

"Oh, my father is calling me, so I need to go. Call you later." He hurriedly spoke.

"Okay, good bye." I tried to say as sweetly as possible.

He hung up and I felt my chest hurt. I tried to soak up as much as I could. This marked the first day of Kale's absence. Oliver hadn't even tried to hold himself back. Why didn't I tell Kale while I could? No, that would have been selfish of me. He needs the business more than he needs me. I will just bear through it.

I put on Kale's big sweat shirt an climbed in bed. Hopefully, I could get some sleep. I pulled the covers to my chin and closed my eyes. With a big sigh, I drifted off to sleep.