No Fairy Tales in Real Life

What Are You Waiting For?

What Are You Waiting For? (Godt)

You're the fear, I don't care
'Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
You can see the world you brought to life, to life

So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?    By Ellie Goulding

I couldn't believe Bas kissed me like that. I was grinning like a fool the whole way home. My smile slipped from my lips when I unlocked and entered my apartment, because there's a visitor sitting in my sofa. 

"P'Rose, what are you doing here?" I tossed my keys to the loose change bowl by the door. 

"You didn't call me." She ignored my question and put aside the iPad she was using and flipped her brown dyed hair over one shoulder. 

"You just can't show up here like this." I slipped my shoes off and dumped the bag on the floor. She just smiled and uncrossed and crossed her legs. Her black skirt is far too revealing. But she has great legs and knew it. "I got the schedule and I was gonna call when I get back here" Do I sound defensive? 

"Where were you last night, Godt? Even P'Oh didn't have a clue." P'Oh is Bas' manager. I filled a kettle and put it on the stove. 

"We were at P'Tee's house," I mumbled. Setting things for tea in my tiny pantry. 

"Godt, I'm your manager. You should always communicate with me. After all, I'm the one who's supposed to clean up your shit, when you mess up." She looked amused than angry. I hated it when she made me looked like a little boy. 

God, I so regret the day I gave a spare key to her. But I was already in too deep by then. There's no way I could get out of this without digging even deeper. 

"Did you drop off little Bas home." her voice came too close behind me and I didn't like the way she said "little". I could feel her body warmth through my thin shirt. I nodded.  

"Mmmmm.... That's good. Great fan service." She whispered running one red taloned finger up my forearm. It wasn't for fan service, I wanted to protest. Instead, turning around I handed a mug of tea for her. 

"No thanks Godt, I'm watching my weight. I wanted to check up on you."  I rolled my eyes. You meant spying on me. She's walking away to the sofa again swaying her hips provocatively. I followed her with the mug of tea. "I've got tons of things to do. The world tour is  coming." She picked her bag up and turned to me. Grabbing my neck to pull my head down and reaching up higher on her high heeled shoes she pressed her lips to mine, hard.   

"Be there on time for the rehearsals tomorrow, I'll try to drop in and check up on you." She gave a wide smile through her crimson painted lips and slapped my butt before breezing out of the front door.  

I placed the mug on the coffee table and dropped down on the sofa. I detested it, when she did that as she owns me. Well, technically she does. She's my manager and she owns the agency. But it was more than that.   

I shouldn't have given in to her advances from the first place. In my defense, I was young and inexperienced and she was well experienced. So yes I started an intimate relationship with my manager and now she wants to run my life.   

I touched my lips with fingertips and found them stained red. I sighed and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but feel that Bas' sweet kiss had been tainted by her lips. 

As much as I craved, precious bits of alone time between Bas and I became rare. Usually, his father dropped him off for practice. And after rehearsals, it was either P'Kim or P'Oh. He didn't know how to refuse them without arousing suspicion. 

On those rare occasions I get to drop him off, it was Bas who pecks my lips quickly while I sit frozen with fear. I usually am paralyzed with fear that I wouldn't have the strength to touch him, or I might not have the strength to restrain myself once I did touch him.   

On one of those nights, Bas was saying goodbye to me. We were parked under the lamp post in front of his house. The road is deserted since it's past midnight. This is my precious rare time with him and as usual, I am wasting it by hyperventilating, instead of taking actions. 

I stared at Bas' face lightly illuminated by the flood of dim light from the lamp post. As customary Bas leaned forward to give my goodnight peck. I inhaled in surprise when he pressed his lips to mine and left it there. He must be getting bolder.

His lips lingered on my lips for a few beats and he started pulling away. Without thinking too much I followed his lips. I slipped a hand behind his neck to prevent his head from moving further away from me.   

Bas gasped in surprise when I opened my mouth to capture his lips between mine. His hands went to the front of my shirt and I felt his fingers curl around the material. 

He sighed when I traced my tongue along his bottom lip. This is so much different from kissing in front of a camera and a crew. This is a refreshing experience than a kiss girl too. I could taste Bas instead of loads of beauty products women used on their lips. I always hated kissing women while having sex with them because the taste of makeup is very off-putting. 

Kissing Bas is an otherworldly experience. His tasted like mint and chocolate. How did that happen? I lifted my head to stare down at the flushed face and down casted eyes. 

"More?" I whispered.   

"Umm..." He nodded. 

So I leaned down to devour his mouth like I wanted to since that night I undressed him in his room. 

I pried opened his lips with my tongue and sorted out his. I felt a tentative touch of his own and felt a rush going through me. This could be the first time he's kissing someone like this. I know that Bas is very inexperienced and young.  

Suddenly. he gave a little moan and a thrill ran down me. I want more of him, like right now. And I was this close to push my seat back and haul him over my lap.  

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Bas' front door opened and we both jumped apart so violently, I hit my head on the roof of the car. 

"Ouch!" I rubbed my head. Bas chuckled and gathered up his things.  

"Goodbye P, I'll see you tomorrow." He whispered and got out of the car. 

I leaned back on the seat and ruffled my hair. I watched Bas talking to his mom at the doorstep.
What have you done Bas? You woke up a sleeping lion.

A/n - Photo and video credits go to respective owners. Thank you for letting me use them in my story.