Chapter 12 - Blair
In my dream, an annoying song is playing. It’s loud and too high-pitched and hurting my head, but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.
I groan and roll over, drifting halfway between the dream and waking up.
The song doesn’t fade with the dream, and in a moment of clarity, I realize my phone is ringing.
With a croaky groan of complaint, I reach for my phone.
It’s Sam.
But I miss the call.
Unlocking my phone, I see several missed calls from last night and this morning, along with a bunch of messages.
Where are you?
Did you leave?
Hey, answer me. I’m worried.
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
While I’m reading last night’s texts, another one comes in.
If you don’t answer the phone, I’m calling the police. Where are you!?
I quickly type out a response.
I’m so sorry! I’m home. I’m okay. I guess I drank too much and left without saying anything. I didn’t even think about it!
I hit send and swallow dryly. I need water. My throat feels like a desert.
I can’t believe I didn’t even say goodbye to them.
Wait. Simon arrived. He took me home after that guy was so pushy. Oh, my word, the car!
Oh, my word, I climbed right onto his lap and…
And he said no.
He said no after he found out I was a virgin!
It all comes rushing back to me, and my cheeks ignite with embarrassment.
My phone chimes with a new message.
You are in so much trouble. I was worried sick. I’m glad you are safe and home, though. Don’t ever do that again. Now go and drink lots of water and eat some bacon and egg or something. You must be hungover.
I reply, I’m so sorry again! I definitely need lots of water. Goodness me. Thank you for looking out for me. Love you!
Setting my phone down on my bedside table, and I pull the blankets off myself and notice that I’m still wearing my black dress from last night.
So, I just came straight to bed? Or Simon put me in my own bed.
I guess he was making it clear as day that nothing was going to happen between us.
From what I remember, I was practically throwing myself at him.
Did he not want me because I’m a virgin? Did that put him off?
Sitting up makes my head throb. Lifting my hand, I rub my fingers into my temples, groaning out loud with regret.
Shower. A shower will make me feel better.
And a few headache tablets. And a massive glass of water.
In the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess. My eyes are red, and my makeup is smudged over my eyes.
Wow. I look pretty bad.
Stripping off my clothes, I toss them into the laundry basket and stand naked, leaning into the shower to turn it on. The water rains from the massive spout above my head and warms up almost instantly. I step under, and a sigh of relief and content slips from my lips as the water rushes over me.
I wash my hair twice and leave the conditioner in while I scrub my body.
Then, at the end of my shower, I stand under the water for a few minutes just letting it soothe my body and my thoughts. When I climb out, I feel so much better. I giggle with relief.
At least physically, the shower washed away most of last night’s mistakes. But mentally, I’m still worried about what happened between Simon and me.
I think I need to talk to him.
It’ll be better to just get it out in the open than to pretend nothing happened and have things get awkward.
It’s Saturday morning, and usually he’s home when I come down for breakfast, but the mansion is quiet, and he’s nowhere to be found.
I make a strong coffee and find a blueberry muffin for breakfast. Out on the deck, I watch the waves lapping gently at the shore while I eat it and wait for Simon to get home.
It’s not going to be the easiest conversation to have, but I have to suck it up and be an adult about this.
The day drags on, and Simon doesn’t come home.
Just after lunch, I message him, getting worried.
Hi, it’s me. Where are you?
Just running some errands. I’ll be home a little later.
In the afternoon, bored from waiting and tired from last night, I fall asleep on the sofa downstairs. When I wake up, it’s getting dark, and Simon is still not home. Frustrated, I go to bed to get an early night. I guess I can talk to him in the morning.
On Sunday, though, I wake up and find a note next to the kettle.
I’m helping my brother out with some things today. I won’t be home till late. Order some pizza and enjoy your day. Simon.
I push the note aside and shake my head. That’s annoying. I guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow after work to speak to him.
But on Monday, when I get home from work, he has already left to attend to something at a warehouse, according to his message.
Tuesday is the same.
By Wednesday, I realize that this isn’t an accident. The man is actively avoiding me. There is no way he has been so busy that I have literally not seen him since Friday night, even though we live in the same house.
Sitting at my desk on Wednesday afternoon, I decide I’ve had enough. It’s only twelve when I pack up my things and inform my colleagues that I need to read home early.
I’m determined to catch Simon before he has a chance to disappear on me tonight!
When I get home, I’m relieved to see his car outside.
I park next to him, climb out, run up the steps, and push the front door open.
“Simon?” I call into the mansion.
But he obviously heard me arriving, and he ends up frightening me as he comes around the corner with his keys in his hand, heading straight for the door.
“Hi, Blair, I was just heading out,” he says. “Why aren’t you at work?”
I step in front of him to block his path and shake my head sternly.
“No way, you aren’t going anywhere. I left work early, specifically to talk to you because you’ve been avoiding me!” I accuse him.
He scoffs and shakes his head. “No, I haven’t. I’ve just been busy,” he says sheepishly.
Pulling my mouth tight, I tilt my head and glare at him, eyebrows raised. “Seriously, Simon. I haven’t seen you since Friday night, and we live together. You aren’t just busy. You are avoiding me. It’s because of what I told you, isn’t it?”
He sighs and pushes his hand through his hair.
I wait for him to answer, but he seems reluctant to talk about it.
Annoyance spikes through me. “Being a virgin isn’t some terrible thing, you know.
I get it that it might not be attractive to you or something, but you don’t have to avoid me like I have the plague or something.
We still live together, and we still have to see each other.
I’m not going to be angry with you for turning me down the other night because of what I told you! ” I say, annoyed.
He groans and cocks his head to the side in defeat.
“That’s not… you’ve got it wrong,” he sighs.
“Well then, explain it to me. Because we can’t carry on like this,” I snap.
“Blair, I thought about everything after Friday night and pieced the information together. You are being a virgin, and how it connects to how skittish and nervous you are around men. Something happened to you in the past. That’s why that guy hitting on you in the club upset you so much, and it’s why you said talking to my brothers was easy because you aren’t attracted to them. ”
I open my mouth to say something, but I’m shocked at the accuracy of his realization.
“Blair, I didn’t know how to deal with the situation because I really wanted to be with you the other night, and that feeling hasn’t gone away, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, and I don’t trust myself to keep my distance as I should.”
“Oh,” I mutter, awkwardly trying to hide my blush.
He raises his brows. “Am I wrong?” he challenges me. “Am I wrong about your past?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “You’re not wrong,” I sigh. “I do have some things in my past that make it difficult for me to interact with men. But… since I met you, I also learned that apparently not all men make me feel uncomfortable in that way and… in fact, one specific man…”
Looking up at him, my body surges with confidence. I’m ready. I’m ready, and I want it to be him.
“One specific man?” he asks in a husky voice as his dark green eyes pierce into mine.
“Being attracted to you doesn’t scare me, not in that way. It excites me. It makes me nervous, but it doesn’t scare me.”
Simon’s eyes darken, and he clenches his jaw as he takes a step toward me.
My heart leaps, and my skin begins to heat.
“So, there is one specific man that you want?” he asks with a growl.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Simon gently cups his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth onto his.
Our lips press together, and the kiss steals my thoughts away as he pushes me against the wall and runs his hands over my body with urgency heightened by trying to avoid me the whole week.
I gasp as he pushes himself against me, pinning me beneath his muscled form and firmly holding me in place. His cock is pressing hard against my stomach.
Nervously, I brush my hands up his back and pull his shirt untucked. Slipping my hands beneath it, I run them over the skin of his back, my fingers leaving trails of heat as they move over his muscles.
Taking me by surprise, Simon cups his hands beneath my ass and lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He pulls me away from the wall and carries me upstairs to his bedroom.
He lets me slide down his body until my feet are on the floor. Gently, he kisses me again, moving more slowly, more patiently, as he slips his hands beneath my t-shirt and pulls it up and over my head.
The urgency in the kiss downstairs has shifted into a tantric patience. He brushes his fingers against my cheek and across my shoulder as though he wants to savor every touch. He kisses me as though we have all the time in the world, and the slower he moves, the more my lust for him overwhelms me.
Simon tugs the buttons of my jeans open and pushes my pants down my legs, kneeling in front of me to help me step out of them. I place my hand on his shoulder as he stares up at me.
He pushes me back until I’m sitting on the bed. Still kneeling in front of me, he pushes my legs apart and positions himself between them, kissing me again as his hands explore my naked skin.
He moves his lips lower, across my collarbone, over my chest, and when the warmth of his mouth surrounds my nipple, I shiver with pleasure.
He sucks me slowly until my nipple becomes hard in his mouth. Cupping his hand over my breast, he brushes his thumb across my nipple, teasing me, playing with me.
His lips move over my stomach, across my bellybutton and lower still.
With firm gentleness, he pushes me so that I am lying on the bed, then he lifts my legs over his shoulders and buries his face between my thighs.
The warmth of his mouth on my nipples was nothing but a tease compared to the sensation of his tongue dancing over my clit.
I gasp with surprise at how intense the pleasure is. Arching my hips up toward his face, I feel my body glowing with a feverish lust.
My pussy throbs as he gently slides his finger inside me while he continues to move his tongue over my clit.
Everything is slow and sensual and driving me absolutely crazy.
My body is humming, and as he flicks his tongue, my legs begin to shake. He wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls them wider apart, pushing his tongue inside my pussy. He moves it slowly in and out, fucking me with his mouth.
I can barely breathe, I am so lost in the sensations of it. I am a canvas in his hands, letting him do whatever he wants to me with full trust.
My body is relaxed and in his control, and I have never felt so free in my life.
His finger slips inside me again, and his mouth locks over my swollen clit.
He moves a little faster, pressing a little harder as he licks me and pushes deeper into me.
My legs start to shake, resting on his shoulders, and he doesn’t change pace, he doesn’t stop doing exactly what he’s doing.
When the orgasm hits me, it’s like I’m thrown into another version of my body. Electric waves pulse through me, pulling at my muscles, convulsing me, and shooting pleasure through every fiber of my being.
Simon keeps licking and gently playing with me until every wave of the orgasm is spent.
Then he stands up, looking down at me with hungry eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and starts to undress.