Chapter 18
“ H ere, call your cousin,” Dion said as he handed me his phone.
We had just gotten back to the house, and even though I was hungry, I was eager to see whatever surprise he had for me.
“What am I calling her for?” I wanted to talk to her, but I wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted me to call her. Was he finally letting me go? There was a part of me that didn’t want to leave. I felt like we finally made a breakthrough, and I liked the time we spent together at the mountain. It felt good to get out of the house and ride on a bike again. I missed my bike and had wondered what he did with it all this time.
“Considering I pretty much hung up on her, I know she is probably worried about you. Call her back to let her know you are okay.” He walked over to the couch and sat down.
I glanced at the phone in my hand, then back at him. When he nodded, I pressed a button, and the screen came to life. I found it odd that he didn’t have a lock on it.
I dialed Cayenne’s number, and she answered on the third ring.
“Hello.” I could hear the hesitation in her voice.
“Cayenne, it’s Pepper.”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I walked further into the living room and sat at the other end of where Dion sat. I looked around the living room and admired its cleanliness. There was a long black couch opposite the black couch we sat on. A huge glass table was between the couches. There were big lamps in each corner of the room. It was obvious it was a bachelor pad, but it was nice. It gave off homey vibes. I was impressed.
“Pepper.” I had forgotten I was on the phone until Cayenne called my name.
“Huh? Oh, my bad. Yes, I’m okay. I’m better than okay. I found someone, and we have just been spending time in our own little bubble.” Dion’s head tilted to the side when I looked at him.
Cayenne sucked her teeth. “I’m not sure if I fully believe you, but if you say you are fine, then I’ll drop it for now. But your father is pissed and talking about lost lives if you don’t come home soon.”
It was my turn to suck my teeth. “My father isn’t worried about me, Cayenne. There are things about my father that I can’t get into right now. I just wanted you to know that I am okay, and I will talk to you as soon as I can.”
Dion and I stared at each other the entire time I was on the phone. I thought he would have given me some privacy, but maybe he wanted to make sure I didn’t tell Cayenne too much. I would wait to tell her everything once I got out of there.
“Okay. I know you aren’t talking for whatever reason, but I guess I’ll find out when it’s meant for me to know. Stay safe, love you.”
“I am, and I love you too.”
I hung up the phone and handed it back to Dion.
“Do you know anything about my father threatening to kill people or whatever?” It didn’t surprise me that my dad pretended to care. That was what he was supposed to do as a father, but after the last argument we had, I’m not convinced that he doesn’t care about me coming back.
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Come, let me show you your surprise.” He stood and held his hand out.
I placed my hand in his hand, and he helped me up. I wanted to ask more questions about my father, but I honestly didn’t have it in me. I had had time to think about the trauma my father caused, and if I were being truthful, I didn’t care if I ever saw my father again. My father just liked to talk and be this bad guy. He never realized I had lost respect for him a long time ago but held on since he was the only parent I had.
I let Dion lead me outside to the back of the house and out the back door.
“Are you kidding me?” I squealed when I spotted my bike in the grass. I ran down the steps and over to the bike. I couldn’t believe how much better it looked. It was painted a brighter pink and even had new tires, and the rims were new and shiny. There was a bigger pepper shaker on the side of it. I walked around it and admired it as I ran a hand over all the details. It even had my name branded on the seat.
Dion stood to the side, watching me with his arms crossed over his chest. He tried to cover up his smile, but I caught it.
“You did this… for me?” I got choked up because this was the best thing anyone had ever done for me.
“I did, but I also fixed it and upgraded it. Turn it on.”
I hopped on the bike, and when I turned the key, my whole body vibrated when the engine roared to life. I couldn’t believe how much louder it was. The shit made me wet. I always loved the roar of a motorcycle engine. Riding bikes always made me feel powerful. I revved it a few times, then I turned it off. I couldn’t wait until I could ride again, but I kept that to myself.
When I got off the bike, I threw myself into Dion’s arms, and he caught me with no hesitation.
“Thank you so much. I love it!”
He held me for a minute, then let me go.
“You’re welcome. Let’s go eat.” He turned to walk back up the steps.
I followed him, giving my bike one last look, then went into the house. My emotions were all over the place because, how could someone who seemed so bad do what Dion had done for me?
We washed our hands, and I sat at the table while Dion made the plates. I found it odd how he served me the whole time I had been here. I mean, most of the time he just dropped it off, but still, he was nice enough to make sure I ate. Did he have feelings for me and tried to use my dad as an excuse? Or did those feelings suddenly develop while I was here? What was his end game here?
“I was thinking,” Dion said, breaking me from my thoughts as he placed a plate of food in front of me. He sat down across from me. “I was thinking about letting you have free reign of the house, but don’t try and leave.”
He made sure to add that, not to leave that part out. I guess I could be thankful for a little more freedom because I was tired of that room.
“I’d like that. Can I possibly get my TV back in my room?” I figured since he was in a good mood, I’d try to get what I could. I missed having my television.
“Don’t make me regret it, Pepper.”
“I won’t.”
I didn’t want things to go back to the way they were when I first got here. I felt like he was closer to letting me leave, as long as I complied with what he wanted.
“Thank you. You won’t regret it,” I told him honestly.
I started looking at Dion differently after our first sexual encounter, or it could have been before that. I thought he was attractive when he first walked up to me, and that didn’t change just because he kidnapped me. I wish I could talk to Cayenne about all of it so she could help me put things into perspective.
“Okay.”
We spent the rest of the time eating our food in silence. I wondered what was going through his mind, but I didn’t want to push him. He seemed to be in a good mood, and I didn’t want to affect it and make him change his mind about letting me roam the house.
“Thanks again. I’m going to change and relax,” I told Dion as I stood from the table. “Should I wash my dish?”
“Nah, I got it. I’ll bring in your TV.”
“Okay.” I turned to leave the dining room, but Dion stopped me.
“Pepper… don’t try to leave.” The tone of his voice and the look on his face made me not want to try my luck.
“I won’t.” I left the dining room and headed back to my room.
The day’s events played in my head as I showered and changed my clothes. Since I had free reign of the house, I could have gone downstairs and explored the house, but I didn’t. Instead, I stayed in my room and colored for a while.
I thought coloring would have taken my mind off Dion, but it hadn’t. I still couldn’t believe he had done what he did for me. It may seem like something simple, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to show him my appreciation, so when I got tired of coloring, I went to see if I could find him.
It felt weird walking down the hallway or walking around the house period. I heard a TV in one of the rooms I passed when I was on my way downstairs, so I stopped there first. I wasn’t sure if I should knock or not, so I listened for voices for a minute. When I didn’t hear anything, I opened the door, and Dion was in the middle of the bed. It looked like he was sleeping because he didn’t budge when I entered.
I crept slowly over to the bed. He had a sheet covering him. As soon as I grabbed the sheet to remove it, Dion grabbed my wrist.
“What are you doing, Pepper?” he groggily asked.
Instead of answering, I slid the sheet off him and took his dick in my hand. Immediately, his eyes popped open.
His eyes were low as he watched me stroke his dick to life. When it was hard enough, I leaned over and wrapped my lips around it.
“Mm.” He groaned.
I suctioned my jaws and went as far as I could without choking. The moisture in my mouth increased as I continued to suck.
Dion’s hand went to my hair, and he grabbed one of my braids.
I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, so I removed my mouth and climbed on top of him. I used my hand to guide him inside of me.
I bit down on my bottom lip and closed my eyes as I moved my hips. He put his hands around my waist and guided me the way he wanted me to move. I opened my eyes, and his were already looking at me. His eyes were low as he bit his bottom lip.
I closed my eyes again because the look in his eyes made me uneasy. There was something there that I couldn’t put my finger on. Something was shifting between us, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. We weren’t together, and probably wouldn’t be, but I enjoyed being around him, and I enjoyed fucking him, so that was what I did.