Chapter 6Silas
Chapter 6
SILAS
“ Y es, Father,” I say, trying to keep the annoyance that continues to build from his micromanagement out of my tone. “It’s been nearly two weeks since I went down there. I did exactly what you asked. I looked around to make sure it was still a sound decision, and I made sure he knew we were interested. He asked why I wanted to buy it, but I said I would leave all the brilliant ideas up to you.” I swear on the two suns in the sky, nothing works better than blowing smoke up the old man’s ass.
“I see. He’s been dragging his feet, and I’m trying to make a quick sale. See what you can do about incentivizing him.”
“Yes, Father. I have something to do for Mother, but I will get over there today.”
“See to it that you do, boy. I want this project in the works as soon as possible.”
“Of course Father. Is there anything off limits to sweeten the offer?”
“Just don’t spoil the damn secret. Everything else is on offer,” he says with a grumble.
“Understood.”
*Click*
I close my eyes as I pocket my phone. It frustrates me how he wants me to take on more of this business, but he won’t even give me the courtesy of treating me like a partner. I swear, one day, he’s going to have to give me control over something. He might build his empire too big, or maybe he’ll make himself sick one day from working too much, but he’s going to have to take me seriously at some point.
Pushing the door and exiting the building, I head out into the blazing sunslight and turn back toward the dorms. I’m glad I walked out of class to take the call because now I have the perfect excuse to get out of the class and finish packing Beth’s room. I’ve been working in her room every day this week, and I have just a few remaining boxes to pack and take up to my room. My mom has been distraught ever since that night I walked into the house. She’s lost weight, and barely gets out of bed. I know it’s just the heartache of losing a child, but I wish there was more that I could do. I figured bringing back Beth’s things might allow her to feel a little closer to her, now that she’s gone forever.
Climbing the stairs, I can’t help but think of my sister. She was always bubbly and bright, always finding a way to make me laugh. We had such a bond as kids. I was always trying to take care of her–at least till she got older. Once she started invading my privacy, I pulled away. I missed the times when she was a youngling, toddling around behind me at two and three years old. Her golden ringlets of hair bounced as we walked in the gardens, and they fascinated me with how they shimmered as she chased the lily flies.
Shaking myself from the daydream, I unlock the door and enter, determined to make this my last visit to this room. Most of her clothes and daily items are already boxed up and taken to my room for the time being, but now I have to go through those last personal effects. Her jewelry chest will be the most treasured thing I bring home to Mom. This was Beth’s horde, and that will be the last thing I take up, so I can ensure I take that home first thing.
Moving on, I pack up everything in her desk and then the nightstand. Grabbing her purse and bag she used for school, I toss those on top when her purse falls open and a paper falls out. I set the box down and grab the paper. The thickness of the folded stack of pages intrigues me, so I gently unfold the sheets. Inside, I find a handwritten note from Harbor to Beth, but this must be old by the looks of the aged writing. As I skim over the pages, I realize this was probably how they chatted in school when Mom watched Beth’s phone for unruly activity. She was always the baby and protected like a treasure, at least by Mom. Dad seemed to love her–both of us, actually– but as we grew, he became more distant. It was only when he dragged me into the family business did he seem to take a little more interest in me.
Reading through this letter, I determine that the Princess had a crush on me back then. Beth had sympathized with her, and she told Harbor it would be bad if she told me. Harbor knew I would never accept anything with her, with me being older, and she was still so young. She even went on to say she knew her weight was a factor, and that kind of stings. I’d hate if Beth ever thought her weight was the reason a guy didn’t like her. Harbor’s weight never was a thought for me because she was too young. My heart pangs with something over this, but then, thankfully, I remember that she’s a crazy stalker, and I fold the letter up and throw it back in the box with the other shit.
Taking the box upstairs brings a relief to my soul. One more thing–Beth’s jewelry–and then I’m done. Once I’ve stacked this box with the others, I jog back down the stairs. When the fifth floor landing comes into view, a body at Beth’s door catches my attention, and I slow.
What the fuck is she doing?
The Princess is using a key to unlock the door. How does she have a fucking key?
Standing back, I wait and watch. Sure enough, the door opens, and she lets herself in. What a bitch. I know she cared for my sister, but what is she wanting in her room? Fuck, she better not take her jewelry. That is for Mom.
I slowly walk over, gently turning the knob and cracking the door. As I lean up to the door, I see her looking around. She doesn’t have her grubby hands on anything–yet. I’d better make sure that doesn’t happen. A wicked grin spreads across my face as I know just how I can ensure it.
I slip quietly into the room, only to slam the door shut. Harbor yelps in surprise, spinning around to find me barring her from leaving. I slowly turn to lock the door, knowing she can still get out, but I’d likely catch her if I didn’t want her to leave yet.
My smirk widens as I hear her shuffle around behind me. When I finally turn to face her, I can’t help but chuckle. This innocent little thing has no idea the trouble she is in with me.
“What are you doing here, Harbor? How do you have a key?”
“Bethany gave me one when I disappeared for a while. When Colette and her pack of girls attacked me, kicked me, and nearly beat me senseless, I hid out in my room. She wanted me to have a safe space.” Her haughty attitude, like she has every right to be in my sister’s room, pisses me off.
“I don’t fucking care if she gave you a bed to sleep in here. She’s dead because of you!” My anger boils over as I stalk toward her, stepping up into her face and towering over her. “You! You and your bullshit. It’s your fault; you involved her with your shit, and now she’s gone forever!”
“No! I mean, I never meant for her to get involved!” Tears pool in her eyes as she frantically shakes her head, denying my allegations.
“I don’t care about what you meant to happen. Had she not been worrying about you, she’d be here right now! You are a cancer to everyone around you–look at your parents!” The light in her eyes dims with my hate-filled words, but I don’t care. Her drama took the person who held a piece of my soul.
“You are a useless slut who is taking up space that someone else deserves. I cannot believe anyone would be as selfish as you. You took and took from her until finally she was taken from existence because she was helping you.”
“You never deserved her as a friend. She was just fine until you decided to come back. Beth had mostly moved on after you ran off. Did you know she cried for weeks? Weeks! All because you got your powers and couldn’t handle it. We almost had to take her to the healer clinic because she wasn’t eating. But did you once call or write? NO!”
“I-I, I couldn’t.” I can barely hear her meek voice over my heavy breathing, but I don’t care. This bitch denies that she had anything to do with Beth’s murder.
“That’s bullshit and you know it! A true friend doesn’t just drop the best friend. That’s exactly what you did. She was heartbroken. You left, not a tear in your eye. I saw it. I remember that day; I was there when Beth ran back and nearly tackled Mom. You just walked around, got into the car, and drove off, like you had your whole life ahead of you. You left Beth in shambles, you bitch. How could you? Why did you even come back?”
Staring down at her, I’m vibrating with rage, but something else simmers beneath the surface of my skin. What is it about this woman that drives me up the wall? Seeing her on the verge of breaking feeds something inside of me that I’ve been craving. Power? Revenge? Or something else? I don’t know, but I do know that I want more from her than the guilt she’s currently drowning in.
“You were heartless back then, and I bet she was the one to run up to you first, wasn’t she? You couldn’t even show your friend just how much you missed her? I know your type, Princess. You take from everyone. You take kindness, generosity, and you don’t ever return it. You were taking from Beth the day she died, and look what happened!”
My scream rattles the windows and balcony door, but I don’t fucking care. This bitch needs to remember that she’s responsible, and I’m going to make her pay.
Focusing back on the shaking figure in front of me, I notice the tears have finally spilled. I reach up with a hand and softly cup her jaw. Her gasp distracts me for a second, my eyes darting to her aquamarine ones before I use my thumb to swipe a tear from her cheek. Bringing the tear-stained thumb to my lips, I can’t help but swipe my tongue and revel in the salty taste of her guilt-ridden grief. I close my eyes, knowing that I will cause her as much pain as I’ve felt recently, and that in itself loosens the vice around my heart.
I reach my hand back out, slowly caressing her cheek again, before running my fingers through her long, curly hair. I rake my fingernails against her scalp before snatching her hair into my grasp and yanking her head back. The hiss from her teeth sends a shiver down my spine that settles in my balls. Fuck, yes.
“You think these tears mean something?” My lip curls in a snarl as I see the wetness pooling in her eyes. “This is only the beginning. You have so much more to atone for, Princess. How about we get started with that, eh? To. Your. Knees.”
Her eyes widen at my command, and I watch as she swallows her fear.
“What? Afraid to get down on your knees for me? You were such a good little slut the first time. Now you’re going to do it again, whether you want to or not. You caused me to lose my sister, so drop to your knees, bitch.”
The tears that collected finally spilled over as she reluctantly lowered herself to the ground. I could’ve forced her down, but knowing she knows I’m right, that Beth was stolen from me because she endangered her, it makes this that much sweeter.
“Don’t you dare bite me, either,” I say as I lower the zipper on my jeans and pull my half hard dick out. Princess normally has me hard at just a glance, but I’m doing everything I can to resist the temptation. She needs to work for her redemption, and I’m not going to make it easier on her.
With my hand still gripping her hair tightly, I step up to her, presenting myself right in front of her lips. “Do it,” I say with a grunt as I begin to become impatient. The moment, though, she grips me and lifts my heavy shaft. I twitch in her smooth hand. Fuck, she feels good. It’s the moment she leans in and runs her tongue up the underside of my dick that makes me lose full control.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I growl as I grip the side of her head. I thrust into her warm mouth, sinking all the way back and groaning with the sensation. When my tip bumps into the back of her mouth, I thrust a little further, relishing in the feel of her gag and constrict around my length. I pull back, and the drool that drips from her mouth is so hot. I thrust back, but not as deep this time, beginning to build a steady rhythm.
Her hands come to rest on my hips, bracing herself against me. Looking down at this curvy woman, knowing what she feels like on the inside, hardens my cock like a steel rod. Her eyes tip up to look at me, and I don’t know why, but the tears still streaming down her face pushes me closer to the edge. This is fucking bliss, that’s for sure. I didn’t expect to get my dick sucked today, but I’m going to enjoy every fucking moment, even as it makes Harbor miserable.
I pull back to allow her a breath, but when I hear voices approaching in the hallway, I sink all the way back into her throat and hold her to me. She tries to push away, but I don’t release her. Instead, I continue to thrust, pushing her face all the way into me, and bucking as her throat closes around me.
“Ah, no Princess, there isn’t any way I’m going to allow you to call out to anyone for help. You just relax and swallow me down. Fuck, your mouth is so hot. Ugh, that’s it,” I moan as she struggles to breathe. Whoever is in the hallway stops and talks right by the door, and fuck, that does something for me. Knowing someone is just outside, and I’m in here with a girl that I’m face fucking, even though she didn’t want it… “Fuck, I’m about to come. That’s it, shhh. Just let it happen, fuck. Fuck!”
I hiss as pleasure washes over me when I erupt in her mouth. Before I am done, though, I pull back in time to spray the last stream of cum all over her face.
“That was good. A start, at least,” I say breathlessly, a smirk spreading across my face as I look down at her. Releasing her hair, I lift her up and shove her onto the bed in the room before I step away. I tuck myself away, mentally painting this picture in my head to remember later. “Now clean yourself up. No one loves a dirty cum slut.”
I spin around, grab Beth’s jewelry chest, and stalk out of the room. When I get back to my apartment, I shut the door and lock it before falling back against it. I didn’t allow myself to think about what happened in the moment, but I’m vibrating with energy now.
I’m such a fucking liar, I think to myself as I remember my words. If anyone loves a cum slut, it’s me. Especially after seeing myself painted all over her luscious lips.