The Creep

Date Night

"Surprise, Peach! Do you like it?" he said.

"Aden, it's beautiful... I love it," I smiled, looking up at him.

Aden walked us to the table and pulled my seat out so I could sit. I guess he wants to be a gentleman now?

"I was thinking we could get to know each other a little more," he said. "I made chicken cordon bleu with a side salad and wine for us... I hope you like it," he smiled.

"Who would have thought the handsome creep could be romantic?" I accidentally said out loud.

He gave me a sharp look of disappointment.

"Chocolate Peach, stop calling me that," he said, annoyed. "Can't you give me another nickname?" he asked, staring at me.

"I like that nickname," I said in a childlike voice.

He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "I won't tell you again—find a new nickname for me... or else," he said.

Geez, just when you think the handsome creep is nice, he shows his asshole side.

"Aden... on second thought, I'm kind of tired. Can we go to bed?" I said while fake yawning.

"Peach, we will eat, then go to bed. Just because I am trying to do it the right way now doesn't mean I'm not in charge," he said. "Besides, the food's getting cold. Let's just eat and get to know each other, okay?"

"Okay," is all I say.

He took a sip of wine, then grabbed his fork. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" he asked.

"Cass and I would go to the mall and walk around. I miss it," I said sadly.

"One day, we will go there, Peach. I like to travel for fun—I have many islands I own," he said.

There's that cocky side I hate.

"Can we travel together? I always wanted to travel, but money was tight," I said, remembering the trips I wanted to take.

"Where did you want to go, Peach?" he asked.

"Italy, France, Jamaica, New York... the list goes on," I said, chuckling a bit.

"I can take you to all of those and more, Peach. Just say the word," he said.

"Really? And here I thought we were just having dinner," I said, smiling and looking at him.

"Peach, I love you so much. Making you smile makes me happy," he said.

He pulled my hand close to his heart and made me touch it.

"You feel that? You make my heart beat fast," he said. "I can't wait to marry you and start a family," he said happily.

"You're moving too fast again," I said, looking everywhere but at him.

Is it weird that him saying that makes me happy? I mean, I feel tingly inside. Maybe it's butterflies from him touching my hand, or maybe from him having my hand on his heart.

I must have been lost in thought because he was waving his hands in my face, saying my name.

"Sorry, Aden," I smiled and looked down.

He placed his hand under my chin and lifted it up. The next minute, he placed his lips on mine. It feels like magic!

Wait—what am I doing? I can't do this, I thought.

I pulled back, but he grabbed my face from the back and pulled me back in.

I started kissing him back—it feels breathtaking. I realized this is too soon, too soon to be kissing my captor.

I jumped off of him and went to our room.

This is too much. I want to go home. This is not something I can handle.

All of a sudden, hands are on my waist. He turns me around.

"Peach, I need you," he said, kissing my neck.

It feels so good. Intoxicating even!

"Peach, I know you want me. Just give in. I promise I won't hurt you."

He started to kiss me, and I kissed him back. He slowly removed my clothes, then his. We moved to the bed. He took his time kissing my body until he got to my lady V.

"Aden, what are you—mmmmmm...."

I was cut off by him kissing my V—it feels so good. He didn't stop until I finally came.

"Aden," I said shakily.

He continued to kiss up my body until he reached my face.

He turned me over and entered me from behind. He was slow at first but gradually sped up. The lovemaking was pure ecstasy.

"Ohhh... Aden."