•• • • Emile’s POV • ••
“Hey, baby it's morning!” Nate softly caresses my jaws until I wake out of sleep. “Good morning baby!” he softly perks my lips. “Goodmorning?” I broaden my stare in shock. “How was your night?” he adds, wow!. “Fine?” what is wrong with him, I ask myself as I seat up in bed, leaning on the head bead slat.
He carries the tray that he hided behind him and he places it in front of me on top of the small wooden slap which is placed directly above my knees.
He maid some fried ages, with toasted, juice with some fruits. “Aww!!!.. you didn't have to“ I blush my first breakfast in bed, I can't keep calm. Anyway, this is how I feel at the moment, whoever served me food in bed don't matter at the moment. He barely grins at my excitement, though he quickly regains his serious air.
I recklessly check the time on my watch before eating and it's a few minutes to nine am “Nate why didn't you wake me up earlier” I cry. “It's weekend!” he says. “I do work on weekends, and more to this is my mum!” I keep crying.
“Not more!” he stands up from the bed “Just eat!. Don't bother about work!” he tells me though it sounds more like an instructs. “My mum will kill me!” I cry he can't even understand. “You aren't a baby!” he simply stares at me. “Im my mum’s!” I murmur as I watch him leave the room.
“Sorry, mum, you have a whore as a daughter” I put my hands together.
He later comes back to the room and he fines me eating, he seems to like it, when I ear.
He struts in front of me with a serious air “There is a seminary which I will love us to attend and It's very important, we will meet a lot of influential personalities. Perhaps we might successful convenience some to be investors in our company” he’s standing with white shorts and a light white top which carves out all his abs. I can't help but discreetly laugh at his outfits. It's weird seeing him in shorts.
“Are you in?” he concludes. “Sure!” carelessly I nod since I didn't hear about %50 of all that said. “It's out of the country. It's in Paris, France!” he barely scratches his back head. “What?” I nearly choke with food in my mouth “Sorry I can't. My mum won't let me go!” I swallow the food before answering.
“Discuss with her and make sure your convenience her. This will be very beneficial to you, It's an opportunity you can't afford to miss!” he seats in bed by me. I'm speechless, I know mum won't accept this especially.
“We are leaving on Monday morning. This is your passport and flies ticket!. We would have taken my jet but it's still under technical control and I dare not rush them!” he perks me on the jaw and he immediately leaves saying “Meet me out once you're done eating!”.
I glance at the ticket and it's a first-class ticket, OMG, I can't believe this.
“Before I forget this is your new phone your old sim in. I hope you love it!” I walk back into the room just when I'm about to dance in joy. “I'm waiting for you out!” he reminds me before leaving.
Once I'm done eating, I meet him outside. I find him swimming. When he notices me, he swims by the side of the pool where I'm standing and he walks of the water only with his wet panty on.
The pant is soaked with water that it drips, also making it sticks on his skin carving out his fat d*ck. I can help but let my eyes stare at the spots. I try fling my stay way yet I lift up my eyes to his well, built abs and all this makes me nervous.
“You once said that you dont know how to swim, right?. Today I will teach you how to!” he notices. “It's really tempting but I have to leave already!” I'm standing with the bedsheet wrapped around my body, I'm naked inside.
“Come on, it's your mum, not a demon and you are a grown-up!. She can't keep controlling you” he tries to take off the bedshiy from my body and I flinch taking visible steps back. “Ok, you want to do it yourself fine. I bought you this. Try it!” he grabs the bag found on the chair by us.
“I hesitate, put this on” he persuades me. “Okay! Just an hour and nothing more!” I fix him with my stare until “Okay!” he answers. “Turn your face!” I instruct. “Like seriously? We took a bath last night!”. “Whatever, turn!” I insist and he turns with a shocked grin on the face. I thought he won't have remembered what happened last night.
“You can turn back now!” and the bikini is fitting me so perfectly. “Beautiful!” he exclaims with a satisfactory glance on.
He walks down the pool’s stares and he pauses halfway “Come here!” he waves me and I follow him grabbing his hands, though I'm damn scared to enter the water but I somehow to feel secured with him.
“Is just water, it won't eat you” he moves down and he helps, showing some movement in the water.
A few hours later,
“I have to leave it's getting late already!” I'm damn determined this time. “Fine, I won't hold you back anymore. Jim with come with you dry cloths and he will drop you home!”
“Thank you!” I perk him and I run to the home to check my new phone while waiting for Jim to come with my clothes.
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“Where have you been for days now?” as soon as I step into the house she attacks me. We are still standing by the door. “Sorry mum, the day before yesterday I slept at carter’s place, then yesterday I slept at the office, I had a lot of work which I had to finish before coming home but I'm here now it's all that matters” I fake a smile with my trembling lips. “Sorry, mum!” I perk her jaw.
“Say the truth, you where with that married man, say the truth. Say it. You shameless whore!. Carter was her yesterday evening, I asked him about you but he didn't say anything, though disappointed look on his face spoke for him. You left him for a married man” she gets so mad.
“Carter, the bastard!” I murmur in fury. It's funny how he remembers to visit my mum any time I'm not with him.
“Its because of women like you that women like we suffer!. How dare you?. You're a whore are you aware of this?” she insults with so much disgust in her tone that I feel as killing myself.
“Mum, I'm your daughter!” tears helplessly flow. “Not when you date married men. Is it because of the money?. You know what happened to your dad, he dug his own grave and you're doing the same thing right now. The earlier you stop being a shameless whore the better!” she scolds with no mercy.
Tears helplessly flow “I'm disappointed in you mum!” I speak in a low voice, I'm weak. “As well as I'm disappointed in you!. Stupid idiot, how dare you turn this to me” she gives me a huge slaps on the face. One that echoes in the room. “This argument is about you and your nasty lifestyle and both else!” she keeps yelling.
“Mum, this is uncalled for !” I scream out. “You don't yell at me under my roof”.
“Sure mum, because I'm leaving your roof. I'm done excusing myself for the least, thing I do. I respect you enough to give you excuses before going out something which should have stopped long ago, when I graduated from the college but, no! I took it!. I think it's time I fly with my winds!” I yell at the top of my voice with tears helplessly dripping.
“I'm living!. I will send someone to collect my things!” I turn to leave but she tightly clenches my arms, she whispers into my ears “When flying with your premature winds, never come back knocking at my door when you fall, always remember no one is there for you. I'm not there for you!” she brutally releases my arm.
“Whatever!” I bang the door behind her rushing out in tears.
I take the first cab that parks in front of me, giving him my destination as I get in “Broncos Street” and it's the quarter in which Dickinson's cottage is found.
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In the cab
I'm still crying.
“Are you Emile Kiddie?” I shudder at the sound of this unexpected voice. I didn't notice that someone was in, if not I would have taken another cab.
I immediately wipe my tears off “And you are?” I retort with a question.