Sparks Fly

Chapter 5

I woke up feeling as if I was in a slight haze that threatened to pull me back to sleep. It was such a comfortable feeling. I felt so warm. Then I felt something tickle my neck. I became more awake, realizing I had an arm around my waist, a hot and hard body behind me. I then remembered last night. The storm, my nightmare. Was it still going on outside? I honestly didn't want to leave the media room and find out.

I looked over my shoulder and saw his peaceful face and I really didn't want to wake him up. However, as comfortable as I felt, I was feeling awkward and weird. I was tense, yet I was enjoying his warmth and comfort. This was so weird. It had been so long since I got to enjoy something like this. I missed it, yet I feared it. He was my boss. Right now though, he is a friend offering comfort, my mind whispered to me.

But unfortunately human needs made me need to get up. I froze though when I felt his morning wood. My heart slammed into my chest once as a shock of fear hit me. But then it was washed out by a more powerful feeling of lust. "Good morning," Dakota said with his voice husky and deeper than normal thanks to the sleep. What was this man doing to me? "Good morning," I told him. He yawned and stretched, releasing me. I sat up so I could do some stretching of my own. I sighed happily when I felt my back pop. He watched me, assessing if I was okay. "How do you feel," He asked me. Horny, I thought, "I feel good. I don't know if the storm is going on though." He reached over and grabbed his phone. A second later he was looking through the security cameras outside that showed the rain, but there was a lack of thunder which was a good thing.

We left the media room and I went to the bathroom, while he went to see when breakfast will be ready. I felt remnants from last night still lingering in my mind, but it was bearable to deal with. I found my way to the living room where Dakota stood at the windows, now wearing a shirt, while drinking a cup of coffee. He turned to face me, "I'm sorry Lydia." I raised an eyebrow, "Why?" "Because I didn't think to cover myself before going into your room last night and for the way I held you while we slept," He told me. I waved a hand, dismissing his apology, "Don't be sorry Dakota. Truth be told, I was okay with it. Thank you for helping me last night." He gave me a small smile, "Anytime Lydia."

Later that day I sat in the library with my phone in my hands, looking at the new email from Romeo.

I have seen the reports on the weather for your area. I hope you have made it to somewhere safe. If not I can arrange for that to happen.

It was short but it was kind. I decided to finally reply.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reply. I just don't know what to say. I don't know what I should do. I am nervous about our parents finding out. I can't let them hurt me again. They didn't even tell me they disowned me until I had sent them tickets to my college graduation and they sent them back with a note saying to leave them alone. It was a stab to the heart because, despite our parents harsh and cold form of parenting, I do love them. I moved out at the age of 18 simply wanting to be my own person. I want to be Lydia McGarth, not known at Stacy and Leon McGarth's daughter. I thought it would make them proud, but instead my mother wanted me to be a trophy wife. I'm just at a loss when it comes to them.

As for the storm, I'm staying with a friend so I am perfectly safe.

Sincerely,
Lydia.

I hit the send button then turned it off. I looked out of the window and saw the harsh winds and rain. Thankfully no thunder was to be heard, but I knew it wasn't long from now. Would I run to Dakota? I shook my head with a sigh as I looked down at my feet.