Chapter thirty-two
Cyrus
That kiss, that deliciously amazing kiss, will live in my memory forever. All I wanted was to straddle her and gaze down at her beautiful face before exploring her body. But now isn’t the time. She needs to heal and get to know me more.
Now that I know what's going on with my girl, I wish I was some street hood, gang member, mafia man, someone who could kill with no remorse or fear of being caught. I almost considered telling Rico, especially with his crazy need to care for her. I’m sure he must fucking know someone who could make this situation go away for Sierra.
It was all I could do to pull away from her.
Rushing to the kitchen, I have to quickly adjust myself from the unbearable pressure of my cock against the zipper of my jeans.
I quickly set about making us a bowl of the delicious smelling vegetable soup.
Grabbing a piece of cornbread on my way out for each of us, I take my time carrying them out one at a time to the coffee table.
I make one last trip to the kitchen to get us something to drink and sit down beside her. We eat in silence, soaking up each other's company. “Your neighbor is an amazing cook.”
“She really is. I’m lucky she’s been teaching me her recipes on the nights I don’t have to work.” She smiles at me before taking a big bite.
“Lucky me, my future girlfriend can cook too. Is there anything you can’t do?” What she doesn’t realize is I mean it when I say, future girlfriend. She will be mine.
Sierra coughs, almost choking on her food. “Future girlfriend,” she manages to gasp out.
“I told you, Lilac, you’re mine. I’m willing to wait until you’re ready.
But I’ve known since the first day I saw you at the club you were it for me.
If fated mates were a true thing, like in books, then that is what we would be, fated to be together.
” She laughs in an awkward cute way, before scooping up another spoonful of soup and eating it.
We spend the next fifteen minutes in silence, eating and sneaking glances at each other. Hers are not as sly as she thinks, but it’s okay. I like my girl checking me out.
“I’m full. There’s no way I can eat another bite.
” She grips the bowl as she sets it down on her lap and lets her head fall back, hitting the couch cushion behind her.
I quickly reach over and take it from her.
“Okay, I’m going to get you some pain pills to take and then it's bath time. By the time you’re done, the medicine should be kicking in and we can get you in bed so you can get some rest.”
She looks at me dumbfounded as I stand, placing her bowl in my empty one and taking it to the kitchen.
Setting them on the counter, I open the bottle of pain medicine and take out one pill.
Once she’s asleep, I’ll clean up the kitchen and make up the couch for myself.
Who the hell am I kidding? I’m going to sleep right under the comforter she’s been using so I can wrap up in her scent.
Stepping back into the living room, I head straight for her, handing her the pill and watching her take it. “Okay, time to bathe, and then get you ready for bed.”
She looks at me hesitantly as she worries her lip. “Cyrus…”
“What is it, baby? Spit it out.” I think I know, but I want to hear her say it.
“I… I… fuck, I just don’t have the strength to take a shower, climb in a bath, or dress. I can barely move, it hurts so bad.”
“That’s what you have me for.” I wink as I reach down and pull the blanket off of her, exposing her bare legs to me. And damn if I don’t want to be buried in between them.
“But,” she protests, and I’m not having any of it.
“There are no buts.” Scooping her up in my arms, I head straight for the bathroom. “I’ve seen you dance, baby. The only thing I haven’t had my eyes on is that pretty pussy of yours. But I’ll contain myself for now. Don’t worry.”
She looks at me wide-eyed but doesn’t say another word. I know she’s shy. That’s one of the things I love about her. I’ve often wondered if she was a virgin, I just never asked. But now curiosity is killing me. The thought of being her first is exhilarating.
I set her down on the toilet, then busy myself getting her bath ready, but a wickedly delicious thought pops into my head and I wonder how she’ll take it.
Once it’s ready, I grip the nightgown and pull it over her head, leaving her sitting there in nothing but her panties.
I take a deep breath in, trying to control my anger when I catch sight of the rest of her body. She’s covered in bruises from her neck down, and they all are in the shape of a boot print. “Stand up, baby.”
She grips the sink, not once looking me in the eye as she slowly stands. Kneeling down in front of her, I grip the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs, allowing them to pool at her feet. Gingerly, I pick up one leg at a time and slip them off of her.
It’s only then I allow myself to look up, catching sight of the bruising on her perfectly shaven mound, and I see red. “Sierra, I need you to tell me now, and it needs to be the truth. Did someone rape you?”
She shakes her head as tears well up in her eyes. “No, he just kicked me and dropped his knee down onto me over and over. But he never…”
“Good. I’m going to put you in the tub and then I’m going to wash you.
I wanted to climb in behind you, but it’s not big enough for the both of us.
But one day we will take a hot bath together.
” She looks at me, speechless, as I scoop her in my arms and lower her into the warm, soapy water.
She sighs and leans back. Her whole body relaxing.
Taking a sponge, I squirt some of her body wash on it and slowly rub it over her body. Each time I pass over her breasts, her breath hitches and I know even in her broken form, I affect her. I won’t do anything more than this, not until she’s healed and wants me the way I do her.
Her eyes grow heavy as she fights to keep them open and I know the medicine has kicked in, aided by the relaxing warmth of the water. Reaching my arm into the tub, finding the chain that holds the plug, I pull it free, and the water rushes out, creating a tiny whirlpool over the drain.
She quickly squeezes her legs together and raises her arms to cover her breasts.
“No need to be shy now, baby.” The corners of my mouth turn up into a smile as I pull the towel off the rack, helping her stand and wrap it around her.
Lifting her from the tub, I carry her to her bedroom and sit her down on the bed.
“Which drawer has your clothes you sleep in and your panties?” I ask, not wanting her to know I snooped while she was sleeping.
“Top drawer is the panties. The sleep shirt is in the second drawer on the right.”
Reaching into each one, I pull out the needed items and quickly help her dress. Once I’m done, I move around the bed, pulling back the comforter, then scoop her up into my arms. “Time for bed.” I smile as she looks up, staring into my eyes.
Laying her down, I pull the cover up to her chin, placing a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes are so heavy I know it won’t be long before she’s asleep. “I’m going to clean up the kitchen, then I’ll lay down on the couch. If you need me, just holler.”
Standing up, I turn to leave, but she reaches out and grasps my arm. “Stay with me for a little while. Will you lay down with me and hold me?”
“I’d love to, baby.” Moving to the other side of her small bed, I sit down, slide off my shoes, and lie down beside her. She immediately rolls into me, letting her arm fall over my stomach as she rests her head in the crook of my arm.
This is how I always want to go to sleep.
Wesley
I’ve been irritable as fuck ever since Colt called me last night.
I can’t believe those fuckers had that bitch in their house.
But in a way, it was a blessing that Colt got to see the real Sierra.
He even told me how she tried to make a pass at his dad, and he’s fucking gay.
She really has no morals or boundaries. I bet she’d fuck anyone that would offer his dick to her.
Needing something to drink, and knowing exactly where Dad keeps the key to the liquor cabinet, I head down the stairs, taking two at a time, before jumping from the third to the bottom landing on the floor.
I’m just about to the den, only needing to slip past his office. I can hear him talking, and at first, I can’t make it out, but the closer I get, the clearer his voice gets. Stopping right outside the door, I move my body up against the wall and listen.
“What do you mean, she’s not working tonight? You told me you’d have an answer for me,” my dad says sternly. When I don’t hear a reply, I know he’s on the phone.
“No, I don’t want another fucking dancer. What, does she want more money? Fine, I’ll double my original offer.”
There’s a long pause, and I hear my dad’s hand come down hard on his desk. “Well, can’t you call her? I mean, this is for a party and I need confirmation. Fine, I’ll triple the offer.”
Dancer? Is it that fucking stripper again? What’s so special about her that my dad would increase his money to secure her?
“Fine, I’ll give you three days and I need an answer.”
He slams the phone down on the receiver, causing me to jump slightly.
“Grant, is that you? Has my wife passed out again? Can you make sure she’s not choking on her own vomit?
Even though it would be a blessing, then I wouldn’t have to deal with her fucking ass,” my dad calls out, obviously thinking I’m the fucking butler.
I debate responding back to him, I hate talking to him, but fuck it, I’m going to. “No, it's your son. I’ll be sure to let Mom know how you feel unless you’re wanting some shady end to my life as well.”
Stepping into his office, I laugh. I’m used to forcing them out, even when I want to murder him.
“Ahh, Wesley, how are you, son? Have you checked with Sierra to see when she’d like to come over for dinner?
I really miss seeing her here. You seemed to be in much better spirits when she was around.
” He thinks I’m an idiot. That I don’t know they were fucking sleeping with each other.
How he fell for her and, knowing what happened, sent my mom on a pill and alcohol spiral.
I blame them both. Sierra has her end coming.
I’ve already got the perfect plan. It’s time she gets out of my school and my life forever.
“Why, Dad, is there some reason you want to see her? Too bad she’s the one with the bad reputation and not me. I’ve heard she’s sleeping with anyone that’ll give her a second look. Is that someone you want me to associate with? What if it got back to your colleagues?”
He seems shocked at first, but then the mask reappears on his face. “Ahh, nonsense. I’m sure that’s just rumors that jealous girls and scorned boys are spreading about her. If you were a true friend, you’d be supporting her and putting those rumors to rest.”
Whatever, old man. Guess you would want to protect your little fuck buddy, wouldn’t you? Makes me wonder if you’re still shacking up with her and I don’t know about it.
“Night, Dad.” Changing my mind, I head up the stairs and back to my room, all thoughts of alcohol gone.
On Fridays and Saturdays, my dad always leaves.
Some secret meetings for work, or so he claims. Sometimes they meet here, locked up in his office, and for the others, god only knows where he goes.
But maybe they aren’t meetings at all and he’s going to meet Sierra.
But where? Are they going to a hotel? Is he going to her home? I wonder if her aunt knows about it.
That’s it. Tomorrow I’m finding a way to hack into his bank account.
Tyler is a freaking genius and could hack into any damn thing.
He’s been able to change all my failing grades to passing for the last six months just so I could stay on the football team.
Once I know where they’re meeting, I’m putting the second part of my revenge in place.
I have a feeling after this weekend Colt will be on board to help me.
My own personal spy since his brothers have stuck their noses up her ass.
Stepping back into my room, I pick up my phone and text Savannah.
Me: My cock's hard and I need you to suck it. Get your ass over to my house now. Come in through the servants’ entrance.
Savannah: Be there in thirty minutes.
Every woman in the world can blame the way I treat them on one bitch, Sierra. She showed me women are nothing but sluts.