Indecorous

Chapter Twelve: Please Me

WARNING MATURE CONTENT

Before my parents even arrived home, James and I took off, leaving a little 'thank you' note on the counter as a goodbye. He walked me up to my car, crowding me against my cool metal doors. He pecked my lips, gripping on my hips tightly before pulling away, but staying relatively close to my face.

"Lead the way," He whispered, having his infamous smirk on his lips.

I smiled and nodded, having an newfound obedient personality for him. He realized this and grinned, winking at me before unpressing himself and opening my car door. I softly thanked him and slide into the seat, watching his dangerous gaze on me. He was clearly aroused.

"Drive safe, sweetheart."And with that he softly shut the door, walking off to the nice car I had seen from across the street. I wasn't familiar with it, not clearly remembering it from the night I visited his house.

He must have newly bought it.

I backed out of my parents driveway and began rolling down the street, seeing his bright beams reflecting onto me from my mirror.

He stayed strictly behind me for most of the ride, though his car desperately wanted to accelerate past me; I could hear it in the engine. It was modernized and fast, though seeming tuned and modified from the pitch of the engine. It was sort of arousing, making my lips twitch into a smile.

We arrived at my apartment complex and I was concerned to see Aviary's car still absent from the spot. Anyways, James took it and I mentally reminded myself to text her and make sure she was okay.

I grabbed my things and hopped out of my car, matching the timing as James as he stood up from his car and smirked towards me.

"You're a cautious driver," he noted, walking over to me and grabbing my hand firmly.

I scoffed, "Sorry I would rather not be killed."

He chuckled and shook his head, as I began to guide us to the elevators, "I'd rather you be safe than reckless, Amelia. It's a good thing."

I smiled at this and he clicked the up button, observing the garage through the glass doors we just walked into. I pulled him into the elevator, and he stared at me, burning holes in the side of my head as I stared forward at the reflective doors.

He had always kept his gaze on me-well except when he's mad. But I feel like most of the time, I would catch his examining eyes, feeling the butterflies take their wind in my stomach.

The door dinged, and I walked him to my door, greeting one of my neighbors along the way. I hurriedly pushed a key into the door and opened it, seeing it was exactly how I had left it earlier.

I hummed to myself, pulling out my phone while James slowly closed it behind him. I shot a text to Aviary asking: Everything good?

I locked my phone and pushed it back into my bag, glancing to James who stood behind me, peering around the place. "This is nice," He rubbed his five o'clock shadow, landing his eyes on mine. "You're a good decorator."

"Thank you," I smiled, grabbing his hand and taking him to the kitchen, "Anything to drink?"

He quirked his eyebrow up as I stepped on my tip-toes to grab a wine glass for myself. He didn't answer, so I continued with the one, pouring a healthy amount of red wine into the glass. I walked up to him and put it to his lips, watching as he surprising obliged.