He Belongs To Me✔️

7|| He Isn't So Innocent Anymore

"Ronnie, are you okay" I asked, when his eyes opened. "Peachy" he said, getting up as if he hadn't just passed out. We finished eating and continued our shopping. We went to Hollister, Gucci, Chanel, Prada, Cleobella and a bunch of other stores on the 2nd and 3rd floor. 1 hour later, we were outside, trying to close the trunk. "It's too full" Dylan grunted, pushing against it. "No it's not" I said, pushing against it until it clicked. "See" I panted, "It's not full at all." I climbed inside the car and sat down, the others following after me. "That should last me about 2 weeks" I said, sitting back and sighing in content. Suddenly, all the guys sat upright. "2 WEEKS" Ronnie exclaimed, "We're doing this again in 2 WEEKS?!" I nodded, excitedly. "Can't wait" Ronnie said, sighing and reclining his chair. 

They're being over dramatic. It wasn't even that bad. A few minutes later, we arrived home. A few guards were waiting outside when we got out of the car. I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Bags immediately exploded out of the trunk, piling on the floor. I stepped back, smirking when the guards' jaws dropped. "You guys can take them to my room" I said, "Thank you so much. C'mon, Caspian. We have to finish choreographing." "Good luck, guys" Ronnie said, strolling after me. I stopped walking and turned around. "Um..where are you going?" I asked. "With you" he said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement. "No" I said, "You're supposed to help them. What do I pay you for if you won't work" He tried to protest, but when he saw my glare, he faltered and walked back to the car, grumbling. Caspian and I made our way into the house. 

"So, do you have any ideas for the Viennese waltz" I asked him, as we walked up the stairs. He looked thoughtful for a moment before he said, "Not really. I'm still not really sure what it is." "Okay" I said, "Let's skip that dance for now and start choreographing the tango." "You do know what the tango is, right?" He chuckled lightly. "Yes." I entered our bedroom and pulled off my blouse. I giggled when I heard a small squeak, turning around to find Caspian, blushing like crazy, his hands over his face. I put on a black short sleeve crop top and replaced my jeans with my camo cargo pants. Cute, but comfortable. "You can remove your hands now" I said, teasingly. "Are you d-decent" he asked. I smirked. "I dunno. Why don't you open your eyes and find out." He shook his head but slowly removed his hands. He let out a sigh of relief, before his eyes darkened a bit. He advanced towards me with this look in his eyes that made me start walking backwards. 

When my back hit the wall, he caged me in between his arms. "What are you doing to me" he said, in a deep husky voice before burying his face in my neck and placing a kiss there. "I don't know what you mean" I said, innocently, running my fingers through his soft hair. He let out a soft groan, before saying, "I can't control myself when I'm around you." " Then don't" I whispered, before he crashed his lips on mine. Our lips moved in a tangle of desperation. I played with the curls at the nape of his neck as he trailed his tongue over my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I denied him, smirking. He squeezed my ass suddenly, making me gasp. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. When his tongue made contact with mine, I moaned. He pulled away for a second and whispered 'Jump' before returning to his task of ravishing my lips. 

I complied with his order and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. He placed his hand on my butt to support me. ""Where do want to me put thi-Oh God. My eyes. My poor, virgin eyes." I ripped my mouth of his with a frustrated groan and looked over his shoulder to see Ronny standing in the doorway with his eyes closed and his hands filled with shopping bags. "You can leave them over there" I said. Ronny dropped the bags quickly and raced out of the room. I looked back at Caspian and saw him looking at the floor. "Caspian" I whispered, tentatively. He raised his head but didn't look me in the eyes. A fiery blush adorned his cheeks. "Look at me" I said, softly. His eyes met mine and I could see shame and embarrassment in them. But I could also see the desperation and need. The need for me. "It's okay" I said, "I let you. You don't have to be embarrassed.