His serpent secret? FP Jones

Chapter five- birthday babe

It's been almost a week since FP temporarily moved in, and daddy's still not home. My stomach churns at the dozens of scenarios I've concocted of what he could be up to.
I throw on my pyjamas and make my way downstairs, this time not waking up to the smell of daddy's pancakes but instead a lingering aroma of man sweat, and not the type of sweat that reeks, but the type of sweat that reminds you of burning lust and sex.
FP is, surprisingly, not cradling a bottle of beer or any alcohol for that matter. But instead, a cup of coffee?
"Wow." I eye the mug.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't look too surprised." He snorts.
"I'm not, I'm just trying to figure out how you suddenly realised you are a raging alcoholic?" I chuckle, whilst grabbing a carton of orange juice out of the refrigerator and pouring it into the last remaining clean glass, considering FP used almost all of them with the insane amount of alcohol he usually pours himself for breakfast and dinner.
"I've planned this for a while now, once I turn 48 I will give up alcohol or at least limit myself to one a day." He announces, before slurping on the coffee that's as black as midnight.
"So why start now?" I ask, he doesn't respond and I watch as his cheeks transforms, from his usual sun kissed tone,  to a kind of pale beetroot shade.
"Oh my god!! It's your birthday?" I almost spill my drink.
He places the mug on the table, before standing up.
"Yeah, but it's just another ordinary day so let's just forget about it, alright?" He nods,as if to make a deal. But I won't agree to it.
"No way, it's your birthday. The day that celebrates the day you were born. How can you not be excited?" Even I'm more excited than he is, and I have no idea why considering he's a complete ass.
"Because I don't bother usually, so why would I start 48 years too late?"
"You've never celebrated your birthday?" I widen my brown eyes which matches his.
"Truth is, no, my family just couldn't be arsed and now neither can I." He shrugs. Now I know part of the reason why he's a dick.
FP throws on his leather jacket which compliments his body.
"You headed to the White Wyrm?" I ask him.
"Yeah. Aren't you?" A puzzled look flashes across his eyes.
"Nah, tell them I'll be in tommorow, I just feel abit off today." I lie, not knowing wether he can sense what I'm up to or not. Instead of questioning, he just gives me a nod before disappearing out of the door.

Later today, or should I say evening, I hear FP's motorcycle rev up outside. I take one final glance at myself, wearing this pearly white midi dress. I admire the way it clings to my skin, but still manages to make me look beautiful. I shouldn't be doing this, he doesn't deserve it, but no one should spend their birthday alone.
I quickly rush into the lounge, where I've set up a birthday banner and placed a muffin on the table with a candle resting in the middle.
I wait, and wait, until I see FP emerge from the front door. A helmet cradled beneath his arm. He scans his eyes around the room, a smile appearing on his face. Not suprisingly, it's the first time I've seen him smile.
"What's this?" I can tell he's trying not to sound bothered, but the grin halfway up his cheeks, says other wise.
I place the muffin on my palms, making my way toward him and being careful not to breath too loudly.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Forsythe, happy birthday to you!" I sing.
He blows out the candle after a few seconds of staring at me.
"Nice, but who told you my real name?" He arches a thick brow.
"My dad tipped me off." This time it's my turn to smirk. We stand there for a few minutes, not saying anything. We're inches apart and I can almost feel his breath tickling against my flesh. But he soon breaks the moment by taking the muffin out of my hands and slumping onto the couch. He brushes his fingers through his salt and pepper beard, which is still unshaven but starting to look a little messy now, not that I'm complaining.
"Why did you do this?" He finally asks.
"I wanted you too know how it feels to have someone that cares for you enough to give you the birthday you deserve." I tell him. He smiles again. I can't help but find him incredibly stunning when he smiles, when he finally takes a minute off from his bad boy exterior. Although I do tend have a thing for bad boys.
He places a hand on my thigh. It feels big against my skin, I like it.
"Listen, I don't say this often, but thank you." He winks which sends butterflies swarming inside my stomach.
I jump up, "no problem, listen I'm gonna go shower now. So see you later." I say so quickly I almost jumble up my words.

As soon as I enter the bathroom. I slide against the door, breathlessly. My heart pounds beneath my chest, I can almost see it. Why am I feeling like this? Hopefully a good cold shower will wake me from whatever nonsense this is.
I step inside the shower, turning the faucet before soaking my naked body with icy cold water. I squirm at the feeling, yet also finding it refreshing.
Unfortunately, the shower doesn't make a difference.. I narrow it down to the fact that I'm getting lonely without my dad and need someone to keep me company.. Even if it's not in a fatherly fashion.
As I open the door, hoping to sneak to my bedroom with just a towel wrapped around my bare figure. I bump into a hard exterior. I glance up to meet gazes with FP.
"I'm sorry I assumed you would be out by now. Uh, I'll just." He points to the stairs. But I find myself gripping onto his arm.
He twists his body toward me. And I can feel his eyes scanning me down.
He doesn't say anything. Instead he brushes his thumb across my cheek, before I quickly peck him on the lips. I regret it immediately. Not because I kissed him, but because I know he's going to reject me.
He looks a little amused, but instead of telling me it's not a good idea, he returns the favour and smacks his lips against mine, before pinning me against the wall. I rip off his shirt, overwhelmed by his fit body. As he lifts up my thighs, wrapping them around his torso. I trace my fingers down his abs. As he plants a dozen kisses down my neck. we kiss our way to the bedroom, where he rips off my towel to reveal my naked body. His eyes widen with what I hope is delight.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." He Mumbles beneath his jagged breath.
I roll on top of him, this time showing him I'm the one in control. He cocks his head back as I lower his pants.
Woah.