Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

Chapter 55

DELILAH

I didn’t have any idea, where we would be going.

I have tried to coax out something, something out of him, but he was as determined as a stone, not giving away even the tiniest of clue. Huffing at my fifth try, I sat back on the couch rummaging through my recipe books.

I looked up through my lashes and found him in the kitchen, biting on an apple. He could go for his office a little late, as he said and I quote, ‘I’m the fucking boss, Lilah. I didn’t have to answer anyone.’ And if that’s not something cocky, I didn’t know what was. But I didn’t tell him that, except for rolling my eyes at him.

“Will you not have anything for breakfast?” I pursued my lips, not saying anything as I flipped the pages. I felt him, walking nearer, the apple still between his teeth as he took a bite. Yes, I could see everything, but just through my lashes and side-eye.

“Hey!” I turned and concentrated on the pages hard when he settled beside me.

“Are you ignoring me now?” He grabbed my shoulders, “C'mon, I don’t want to tell you, you can see by yourself.” He sighed, making me turn towards him.

“But what’s the issue in telling me?”

“Nothing. I just want to keep it that way.” His expression was a little tensed, so I didn’t push him further, nodding back.

“ ‘Kay, fine.” He grinned back, scooting closer to me, brushing his thighs with me.

“What are you doing?” I gripped my book harder, feeling his big palms over my dress, separating his hands and my skin.

“Nothing, I was just hanging around.” I could feel the smirk in his voice, when in the next second I felt him grabbing me up and landing me on his lap, a gasp escaping my lips.

“What in h-“ I was cut off, by his lips pressing against me, his one hand going up, cupping my head while the other grabbed my jaws. A moan escaped me, when I felt his tongue sliding into my mouth, his scent filling up my nostrils.

“I can never get enough.” He growled, pulling away from the kiss. His thumb ran over my bottom lips, making me almost damp my new set of panties. I sucked in a breath, feeling his hard-on, pressed against my sex, separating by the fabric.

He neared, his lips brushing the shells of my ear, “You see, sweetheart. That’s what you do to me.” The room's temperature rose by a few degrees, when my panties rubbed against him, as I straddled his lap.

I almost smiled, seeing him closing his eyes tightly, his jaws clenched and his arms around me tighter. My fingers ran over his sharp jawline, and high cheekbones, as I dropped some pecks on them. He smiled, showing off his dimple and I was the happiest person in the world.

“These sweet tortures not gonna help, when I will make you all mine.” My cheeks flamed, feeling like probably on fire as I tried to slide down from his lap. His arms tightened around me, as he dipped his head low, nuzzling in the crook of my neck. “You smell so good.” I almost laughed at that, since I loved his cologne way too much.

I didn’t know how long, but he unwrapped his arms, and I took my seat back on the couch. “Go get ready.” I was still curious to know but I did t question him again.

By the time we were on the road, I was feeling a little nervous, I didn’t know why. It's just an odd feeling. I looked out of the window, trying to bask in the happiness I was getting for the first time in my life.

No one had cared for me as much as Damien. Mom at some point did, but after my sister, she forgot me. Life after their death only rolled for the worst. Finding something I had always desired, I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from resurfacing from my mind. I could be such an overthinker.

Damien slid his one hand into mine, intertwining our fingers, his thumb brushing the back of my palm. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You will like the place.”

I nodded and looked out, feeling the warm February wind. Who would have thought a few months ago, that I would have experienced Christmas and New year, with someone I loved so much, and not in the depth and darkness of a murky basement? My head rested against the headboard, my mind going far and wide to all the happy moments we have shared till now.

Those Christmas days, my birthday, which he didn’t know but he was sweet enough to get me a guitar, three days later, after I was learning to play that with the help of Steven's guitar.

We rolled down the broad highway, before the familiar forest path I have visited quite a few times with him. The tall trees lined up sideways, and it looked beautiful and serene.

Stepping out of the car, I looked around the elegant white building that stood in front of me.

The green flushed lawn somewhat looked the same. The grasses were taller now, which seemed not to have trimmed for long. The loud joyous chattering sound of the small children camouflaged the atmosphere. The laughing sound of a small girl swinging on the swing on the big olive tree sounded like a chord struck in a low strain of music.

A girl was pushing her forward to keep the swinging on pace. Some were swirling around a child whose eyes were covered with white lace. The familiar game somewhat struck the oldest chord of memories in my heart.

The child was trying so hard to get hold of her friends while circulating her hands around her to catch hold of them, but they were sprinting away while laughing. Some were sliding down from the tall slider beside the huge olive tree while some were waiting for their turns. The chattering and murmuring sounds of the kids filled the air like a thick fog on winter mornings.

The entire scene played in front of me like a movie, flooding back some memories. I stared at them, while my eyes felt heavy with some new hefty drops of salty tears. The cool, fresh breeze past my face, fluttering some of the black hairs on my pale cheeks and lips. I didn't bother to remove them.