All for her love

Pills and potions

Daniele's POV

The thumping bass of the rap music blared so loud, I felt as if my eardrums were throbbing. The DJ Bentley Hired went a bit overboard with the sound system. I made my way inside the house, weaving in and out the heard of people currently infesting my house. When I was sure I was a safe enough distance and that the music wouldn't burst my eardrums I was finally able to think.

It's a good thing the only neighbors near here were a mile away.

I couldn't help the wave of anxiety I was feeling. Logic and reason were not soothing the panic that any second now my parents could come back home and I'll be in big trouble. I tend to avoid getting into trouble by just blinding following my parents' wishes, even if I really don't want to.

My heart made a weird beat that seemed to thump my ribcage too hard.

The music and chattering fade to the background as I feebly try to calm my nerves. Let's go over this again.

Alexa is in Paris doing whatever heiresses do and Christopher is in Belgium closing a business deal. They both won't be back until Tuesday. Today is Saturday. All phones were collected at the door so there is no proof that this ever happened. The staff was given the weekend off. I have plenty of time to have this party, have this place cleaned and I won't get caught.

It is a good plan Daniele. Fool proof plan. Enjoy it.

Enjoy it Damn it! My inner voice yells as if that saying it twice will make it so.

And then it was like the clouds of heaven opened and the voice of and angel spoke softly to me.

"Are you okay, love?" I felt her soft palm rest on my left shoulder. She was looking up at me with brown eyes that showed concern and a coconut drink in her other hand.

Our faces were close.

I hadn't realized that I was slightly hunched over, standing in the hallway with my hand rubbing the place my heart is supposed to be.

The soft hand that rested on my shoulder slid down to cup my hand that still clutched my chest. I shuddered at the movement.

I inhaled her scent. So sweet. She always smelled sweet. But it was always something different each time. Today was coconut.

"Love are you hearing me?" She said it again.

Love.

God! I want you so some would like I'm obsessed.

"I am okay. Just a minor panic attack." I say softly as if she was a puppy, I was trying to coax into coming closer and not running away.

"Sit." Her command left no room for debate. There were no chairs in this empty hallway, so I sat on the cool tile floor.

That's when I was confronted with the fact that I was half naked in front of the leading lady of my last four wet dreams.

I immediately feel self-conscious. I hadn't hit the gym in two weeks. I was looking a little flabby. I started flexing a bit, my naked back to the wall, knees to chest.

Please find me attractive. The voice in my head says in a sarcastic tone.

When I was seated, I looked up at her to find her shifting through the little purse she wore. She wore a bright yellow bikini under her crocheted, dress beach cover.

That color complemented her brown complexion beautifully. I hadn't seen her in person in two months. She had gotten darker. Lighter in the winter, darker in the summer I noted. Being from the Caribbean, I knew Chanella loved the sun.

During winter, when there was any ounce of sun shining in the sky, you can find her outside on the benches of the university soaking it in.

I loved the roundness of her hips and her small waist. She was slim, no piercings or tattoos visible to my observant eyes.

My breathing hitched when I realized that I was face to face with her crotch.

After finding what she was looking for she kneels in front of me. My eyes follow her movement but avoided eye contact. I instead trained my eyes on her pink glossed lips and nose.

With her palm open she presents me with a pill.

"It's a valium. It will help with your anxiety and you can go back to partying." She smiles sweetly at me. "Or we can talk about what is troubling you so I can attempt to calm your concerns but full discloser, I have been told that I lack empathy."

I was shocked by her confession and weirded out that she would offer me drugs, who does that?

After I hadn't responded or made a move to take the pill from her, she shrugs her shoulders, tosses the pill into her mouth and stands up. I watched her walk away, adjusting her dress that had ridden.

Cute little ass.

"FUUUUUUUCKKK!" I exclaimed in a hushed way incase she was still within earshot.

Why didn't you take it? Or took her up on her offer and sparked a conversation? I slammed the back of my head a little too hard against the wall.

You have an entire secret folder in your phone filled with pictures and videos of her, but you refuse to act when she tries to engage with you. She made the first move!

My anxiety that was then replaced by lust and admiration was now replaced by irritation.

Next time I will talk to her. I only have one more year with her, so I have to act.

"Dani! Dani, where are you? " My girlfriend, Victoria's voice sounded close. So, I rounded the corner to meet her.  

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