The doorbell rang throughout the house, rubbing the irrepressible sleep from my tired eyes, I lifted Charlotte’s head off my chest and placed her on a pillow.
I turned the key and pulled out the door. I put my finger to my lips, “Charlotte is sleeping, how early do you think it is?” I said.
“Uhhh, not so early,” Leo said, holding his porthole to my face.
“Come up,” I said. I went to my bedroom and started showering. “What happened at the party?” Leo asked
“A kid tried it on my sister,” I said.
“After I was done with Ariana, all everyone was talking about was you,”.
I said a lot
I stepped into the shower, water running over my bruised body. I came out drying off and slipping on some underwear. “Those stairs really did a number on me,”.
“Damn, I think it’s out of control,” he said.
“I don’t know why it made me so angry, I lost it. And what’s worse, I liked it,” I confessed.
“Don’t worry, you just need to relax. I actually came to ask you if you wanted to come to a party with me. Dad’s company is throwing a charity ball and I really need someone I know to be there,” he said.
“Yes, sure, when?” I asked.
“Come to my place around 8 pm and you can watch me there.”
I put on an expensive white shirt, dress pants, a blazer, and a pair of loafers. 8 pm rolled around and we arrived at Leo’s house. I got out of the car and rang the doorbell. “Are you ready?” I asked Leo.
“Yeah, you’re following me. It’s not very far. Maybe ten minutes,”
I got into my car and followed Leo to Walton Consolidated, his father’s company. I parked and followed him inside. “Oliver, good to see you son,” Leo’s father said, extending his arm. “Thank you, Mr. Walton. It only made sense to support my best friend’s future businesses,” I said shaking his hand and slapping Leo.
“Unfortunately, Leonard doesn’t share your enthusiasm. He’d much rather party and wreak havoc. Oh, and please, call me Derrick.”
“Good night sir… I mean Derrick,” I said.
“It doesn’t feel right to call your dad Derrick,” I told Leo.
I entered the main hall, filled with tables, chairs, and an orchestra. We sat down at the table surrounded by his family. About an hour passed when Mr. Walton took the stage. “Thank you all for coming. As many of you know, this is my last year as CEO of Walton Consolidated. It will be handed over to my CFO, James Simons. I hope you have a great night and we have another great year !”
He sat down at the table, and many people came and congratulated him.
“Excuse me, I should get this,” I said. I left the hall and went outside. I answered my phone.
“Hi,”
“Oliver, can you come home, please? I have to tell you something,” said the mother, clearly distraught. “Yeah sure, what happened?” I asked.
“Just please get home,” she said. I put the phone down and walked into the main hall. “I’m sorry to get out of here but I have to get home, have a good night,” I said.
I got home and opened the door, rushing into the living room. “Mom, what’s wrong,” I said, my hand on her shoulder.
“Sit down,” she said.
I sat down on the sofa opposite. Her bottom lip quivered as she struggled to blink away tears before they trickled down her cheeks. “Your father, he’s gone,” she said.
“What where?” I asked.
“No… He’s dead,” she said, dropping her head into her hands, shoulders shaking as she fought the pain.
My face fell, and the room was silent. I got up and went to my room. But I stopped and opened Charlotte’s door. She sobbed into the pillow, clutching the cover. I lay down and held on tight.
“Shhh, it’s ok. I’m here,” I said. She sobbed uncontrollably, burying her face in my shoulder. “I’m here,” I repeated over and over.
We were huddled together for hours. He tried to clear his throat, but the twisted knot remained, pulling his voice tight over every syllable. “I love you, Oliver, more than anyone,” she said.
“And I love you more than anyone,” I said. I gently pulled her long brown hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. I kissed her shoulder and neck. Her hand slid to the back of my head, and looking into my eyes, she pulled my face towards her. Our lips brushed once, twice, three times.
We kissed again, she controlled her tongue by scratching my lips. She pushed it further into my mouth, my lips left hers and I gently sucked her tongue. I went between her legs and pulled down my pants. He took off his vest as I slipped my shirt over my head.
I held her face and rubbed her smooth thigh as we kissed passionately. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, the taste of her saliva in my mouth, the heat radiating from her body, I knew then that I wanted her and no one else.
