Not Prince Charming (Completed)

Prologue

Warning: Mature content.

“Band-aid doesn’t fix bullet holes “~Taylor swift (Bad blood)

Avril POV

There comes a knock on the door and I immediately run to the door. Even though I’m a little agitated, I open it.

At my door stands Noah Castillo, looking, as usual, handsome and kept. In a navy blue long-sleeve and black jeans. His hair is a little longer than I thought, but I hardly saw anything yesterday. He’s probably here now because he’s tired of waiting for me at the house, where he’d told me to come back to a few hours ago.

I expect to see anger or irritation on his face as he stares at me, but there is no such emotion on his face, which gives me great relief.

“You are here.” I can’t help the surprise in my voice.

“Were you expecting me?” His brow rises as he stares at me with a little of surprise.

“I wasn’t, but it’s still the same thing, well I’m glad you’re here.” I lean up and kiss him on the lips.

I feel him tense up, but soon he eases into the kiss and takes my lips passionately between his. He pulls me closer and I feel his growing member pressing against my stomach.

“We shouldn’t do this?” He says, suddenly pulling back from me.

I made a mistake, and he’s ending our deal?

Pain pangs my heart as I look at him with questioning eyes. “You don’t want me?”

“Saying yes would be a stupid lie,” he tells me, his eyes saying the same thing.

I look away from him and bite down on my lower lips, “Then don’t say it,” I say, pulling him with me as we both walk into my room, then I push him down on the bed before getting on him.

We kiss hard and wild again, tongue on the tongue and when we pull away, our eyes lock as we both gasp for air I stare into his brown eyes with looks much drunk with lust and I wonder if the same eyes I saw yesterday were brown, but before I can finish my process, he leans up and takes my lips in his before flipping us over so I’m now under him, his blonde hair brushes over my skin, sending tickles and shivers all over my body, his knee going high between my legs and touching my cloth shielded entrance and this makes my lips quiver.

His lips leave mine and move down to my face and my neck as he pulls and moves aside my blouse’s slim hand to gain more access to my shoulder. He teases my shoulder with his lips and tongue and his teeth bite delicately on my skin while his hands fondle my breast hidden in the fabric between us and I moan out, my eyes closing helplessly.

My fingers claw at his hair as the other fumbles with his button to unbutton his Navy blue long sleeve. He beats me to it and pulls it over his head instead, exposing his chest to me.

“Can I?” He asks, looking into my eyes as he tries to pull off my blouse.

My eyes dim a little at his sudden politeness. “Do you even have to ask, Mr Castillo?”

“Yes,” he says without a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

I flash him a not-so-weird-out smile, “Yes, you can, weirdo, take them all off.”

There’s happiness and satisfaction in his eyes as I say this, one I’ve not seen before. And gracefully he pulls off my blouse, and he unhooks my bra before peeling it off my skin.

I hear his sharp intake of air as he gazes down at me.

“You’re beautiful, Avril,” he gushes helplessly.