CHERRY'S POV
A Week Later *******
It's being a week now and a great one at that.
Jayson is slowly interjecting himself in my life and he is also a pain in the ass I wont lie.
Now, I, Jeanne and him are currently seated on the dining talking and eating butter cake, I made and some fresh orange juice.
Although Jayson is through eating, he suddenly keeps mum and stops talking, and I don't want to disturb him, but I can sense he's up to something but I don't make mention of it as I and Jeanne continue talking.
I look at him and he gives me a silly mischievous smile and I scoff and continue eating and I don't even take note of how it happened, but the next thing I see is Jayson swiftly taking my last piece of remaining cake and placing it on his plate.
"Hey." I call out, but he stands up and makes a dash for the living room and I follow him in hot pursuit as I hear Jeanne laughing behind us.
He takes me round all the chairs in the sitting room, cutting the cake and munching it slowly and I become tired already.
“Give me back my cake you thief. You are stressing me out." I say in a sober tone just to make him relent and stop but my pleas sure falls on deaf ears, because he doesn't stop.
"You guys should stop behaving like kids. Cherry just let him have at it, I'll go make some more cake for you, the batter's still remaining." I hear Jeanne say from the dining but I don't mind her.
"I want that cake, do you know how long it took me to make that, talk more of how I ate slowly just to savor it later and you are telling me to leave it for him, you must be dreaming." I say as I stop following him round and stand arms akimbo looking at him dancing playfully.
"Jayson...... I swear if you just bite a little, you'll have food poisoning and you are so going to regret it." I yell again and he smirks at me, “What are you going to do huh? What can you even do?"
"Oh, try me and see, ill chop your throat into pieces and you are going to bleed to death. So just hand over that cake to me, or this will be the last time you eat a cake in this house." I say, closing my eyes and stretching my hands as I begin counting, "One, two, three......"
I count till ten, and I don't feel anything on my hands, I decide to wait for some minutes, if he'll change his mind but yet my hands are empty.
Still closing my eyes and tamping down my rising anger, I hear him say "Yum, seems all the ingredients is in this last piece that's why you don't want to share, it's so good, Jeanne, are you going to have a taste? He asks and I loose my cool, as this is the height of it.
Picking up a throw pillow from the sofa nearby, I scream loudly as I throw it directly at him and the plate of cake, "You'll surely pay for this, cake snatcher."
Running towards him in full force, I jump on him and we both fall to the ground.
I expect to hear the clanking sounds of shattered plate but he seems to have held it well, as I hear nothing break and I begin to punch him playfully.
I hit my arm on the tiled floor and it hurts, but I don’t care.
I think I'm finally getting a response because he starts begging me as I pin him tightly and securely on the floor.
"I'm sorry miss, I won't eat your cake any longer, I promise. Please Cherry please, Jeanne save me." He yelps and screams calling out for help.
Jeanne just keeps laughing not even making any attempt to stand up from where she is, as she says, "Well that's what you get from stealing."
I stop hitting him and become conscious of my position on him, I'm on top him, and looking down at him I see his hair is ruffled and he looks so eatable and sexy I clear my throat, as I shift downwards from his stomach to his crotch, giving him ample time to sit up straight as I stay on him.
Raising the pillow I ask, "Do you want me to beat you some more."
"No, I want some more cake." He pouts and I chuckle and hit him playfully again.
"You are such a spoilt brat." I say and he raises his eyebrows at me, and leans in closer whispering in my ears and my breath hitches, "Really, you think I'm a spoilt brat, well I can show you that I'm really spoilt in other places too."
Blushing, I remove my ear from his lips and stare straight at him, into his deep blue eyes, and I begin to say something, but he kisses me abruptly shutting me up instantly.
His soft lips merging in mine, creating a beautiful frenzy that I become lost in the kiss and for a moment I forget that this is actually my first time kissing someone, and once realization dawn's on me, I abruptly get up from him as I stand up, staring away looking to see if Jeanne saw this intimate moment but thank God she's not here.
"Sorry, oh I'm so sorry." He says looking embarrassed of himself and I wave him of because I also enjoyed it.
"It's nothing okay." I say looking at him and he smiles.
"I was wondering if you would be less busy today, so we can go out later in the evening, maybe to the beach." He says.
He is also scratching the back of his head nervously.
I can't even remember the last time I went to the beach, talk more of when last I went out, maybe that's because I'm always busy, or the real reason because I don't just want to mingle with people from the outside world or see someone that will start asking me out and other stuffs.
"Okay, I would actually love to." I say smiling and I somehow feel happy and relieved at the same time, I'm finally letting my guard down, doing things I never thought of doing and doing them with someone I love, this feeling is heavenly.
The door swings open and Maria and some of my maids come in.
"Home, Sweet home." Maria screams and I go and hug her, I actually forgot that they would be coming back today.
Chuckling, I smile at my maids who are shocked at the way I hug them, but I brush of any awkwardness and take their things inside as I hear Maria and Jayson chatter happily.
I'm happy, and finally things are going the way I want it.
I've punished myself for so long, I deserve to enjoy now.
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TALIA'S POV
I bet I should carry out my mission today.
Yeah, I guess.
I'm already in Orlando and I think I should pay Cherry a visit.
Smiling evilly, I look at myself in the mirror in my suite.
I've being enjoying myself this past week in Orlando, and I can quite claim that the city is one of the best here in the States as this is my first time visiting.
The lovely atmosphere, nice people unlike me and every other thing is quite electric.
Well, I've enjoyed myself enough, it's time to get back to work.
I pick my shot gun, put it in my little purse and put it in the back of my baggy bum shorts.
Putting on an oversized tee and an half cut bra, I cover the short with the big clothing and walk out my door.
It's about to go down.
TBC