Chapter 8
Callie
A few minutes of silence is all I need, my head is thumping from the music, not helped by the sloshing of alcohol that I knowingly added to the mix. But of course, I won’t be granted that moment of silence because my stalker is in the house with me and he practically follows my every move at this point. Considering I’ve only really known Sean for a few days he sure does act like he’s obsessed with me.
“You ok?” His deep voice interrupts my peaceful silence from the doorway of the random bedroom I’ve made myself at home in.
I grumble. “I was until you came in and bothered me.”
That just makes him laugh and he moves to sit beside me, his manly scent invading my senses and making me wet again. For fuck’s sake, what is wrong with me? I’m like a horny teenager around him.
“Why do you hate me so much? You barely even know me.” He says, his hand clenching the bedsheets between our thighs.
“And yet you’ve managed to make an enemy out of me, well done Captain.” I chuckle and he sighs. I lift my eyes from where they rest in my lap and look at his face, it’s softer than usual, the arrogance invisible and clouded by something else that I can’t decipher.
“I don’t hate you Sean, you just irritate me, and this cat and mouse chase you’ve started isn’t going to end well, trust me.”
He twists his body to face mine, our knees brushing off each other. “No Callie, you trust me.” He pauses, fighting an internal battle with himself. After a silent beat of contemplation he blurts, “Let me take you out on a date.”
What the fuck?
“You don’t date Sean. I don’t want to go out with you to then have sex with you at the end of the night and have you pretend like I don’t exist the next day.” I huff, feeling irritated again and folding my arms across my body, pushing my chest up. His eyes immediately fall to my tits, but I pretend not to notice, I’ve gotten used to him looking at me like I”m a snack.
“I just asked you out on a date, I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want to, trust me.”
“That’s the thing though,” I sigh, “I don’t trust you, I don’t trust anyone.” He lays his hand gently on my thigh and I stiffen under his touch again. “You can trust me Callie, I swear. I know I like to fuck around but I”m not a tin man, I have a heart in here.” He pounds a fist against his chest and smiles softly. “I can be good, I promise.”
I swat his hand off my thigh and stand up in a panic. “Woah, I don’t need to see that side of you. Please don’t show me that side of you.” “Why?” He chuckles, his dark curls brushing against his forehead. “I’m not all mouth you know.” He pats his solid chest again.
“Yeah well I don’t need to know about it, just makes resisting you even harder.”
He stands up from the bed and moves towards me. “Stop resisting me then.”
“I can’t.” I mutter, a warmth flooding my chest when he brushes his fingertips along my forearms, watching as the goosebumps follow his touch.
I whip away from him after a lingering moment of contact between us and I can tell from the sparkle in his caramel eyes that he wants to grab me, pull me back to him and smash our lips together. I want that too, but I don’t want to want it.
“I just have too much going on right now Sean. I’m buried deep in coursework that is way past it’s deadline, I have competitions coming up and a coach that constantly yells at me when I’m trying my best. I can’t add a guy into the mix right now, especially one that will most definitely be done with me after a quick fuck.”
He ignores my last comment and goes back to the yelling, like it’s bothering him. “Ellen yells at you all the time?” He says, keeping the distance that I created between us.
I nod sadly. “Yeah, and as much as I hate to admit it, it really bothers me. I’m kind of sad really, I pretty much live for people’s praise at this point.” “That’s good to know.” He muses and I look up at him, my eyes full of suspicion.
“Why?” I fist my hip and lean against the doorframe.
He grins. “I’ll remember to tell you what a good girl you are when I’m fucking your sassy little mouth.”
Oh. My. God.
I gulp loudly, then try to hide it. I feel my eyes brighten at the thought of Sean doing anything to me than involves us being naked. But, before I let my vagina take over, I force my spine to straighten and flounce out of the room.
“Fuck off Sean!” I yell over my shoulder and the satisfied smile that covers my face makes me want to kill myself. Why is it so easy for him to make me squirm? I kind of love it.
I can’t hold it in any longer and the moment I get home I’m word vomiting all over my best friend, telling her everything I’ve been trying to hide for the last few days.
“Oh my fucking god, Sean Taylor wants you? What are you doing here? You should be in his bed, letting him make you feel fucking incredible!” She squeals, jumping all over the dorm with childish excitement. I wish I could share it with her, but as much as Sean fucking me senseless excites me, I can’t let him. I don’t want to deal with the consequences after, him avoiding me and watching the other girls who will be draped all over him. I would want to rip my eyeballs out. This is the exact reason that I keep my walls firmly up, especially with people like Sean and I can feel him climbing them, peering over and trying to figure out a way in. I’m terrified that if he does, I won’t be able to get him back out again. “I can’t Mol, you know I don’t do that, that’s your thing not mine.” I groan, falling back onto the sofa and letting Molly yank my heels off my sore feet.
Molly is a hook up kind of girl, she usually sticks to one guy at a time, having casual sex with them for a few months before moving onto the next one. But relationships? They’re a no go for her, we’re pretty much total opposites when it comes to dating.
She laughs. “Then let me fuck him if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to, I just know that he’ll want nothing to do with me afterwards and I can’t deal with that. I’ve tried it before and I know it fucking hurts.” Molly pulls me lazily to my feet and hugs me tight. “You said he asked you on a date though, maybe he wants more than just sex.”
“I just don’t trust him Mol, I can’t trust him not to hurt me.” I sigh, running my fingers though her blonde tresses as she squeezes me tighter. “I know you felt fucked over by Joel, I know it hurt, what he did but it doesn’t mean every guy is the same Cal, you have to let someone in at some point.” She kisses my forehead.
“Not yet, I”m not ready.” I mutter, padding barefoot towards my bedroom. When I get there I plug my phone into the charger and a message pings through on my lock screen.
Sean Taylor:
‘I meant what I said tonight Cal, give me a chance to earn your trust. I promise I won’t hurt you.’