Few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching; they were so refined and graceful that it made my heart beats rhyme with every sound that arouses my deepest desires. I could tell my face had already turned red without me looking at the mirror. I stood immediately as I saw him. Those lips again, they are making me crazy. Even his eyes are making me lose my mind. I pressed my lips tightly to avoid saying what was hidden in my mind. My heart yearns for him that there's no turning back for me. This is the man I love and will always love. I promised to always try by any means to make him love me back.
He came closer, and I did the same. I really want his hot breath on my face, my neck, my body, and everything in my possession. His gaze fell on me, and my brain released the bind and unleashed me with no restraint. I did a small leap, and my body fell towards him as I tripped, almost falling before he caught me, holding my waist, and finally those hot breaths graced my skin. His face was so close to mine that our lips almost touched. I was trying my possible best not to release the bind again, or I might kiss him without thinking twice. Those mesmerizing eyes traveled to my legs; I want him to look at those exposed thighs, that's the reason it's been exposed. Damn it, I'm losing it; he is making me run mad with want. He returned his gaze to my face, and he suddenly released me. Ouch! I fell hard on the floor; my buttocks collided with the marble floor, and I held my lips from screaming. He was hesitant to give me a hand after what happened a moment ago. It was kind of awkward to him, but not to me because I enjoyed those few seconds in his arms. "What happened to your foot that made you trip?" He asked, and I could see concern written all over his face. I snapped out of it; I had enough fun for one day. I stood ready to explain my behavior. "I, um... My... um... um..." I scratched my head and asked, pointing downwards. "What is it called again?" "Slippers," he replied as he crossed his arms and bit his lip. 'THIS MAN IS TEMPTING ME!' I screamed inside my head; he had no idea how his small actions were affecting me. What does he have to do that he is driving me insane, for God's sake! Those lips have the ability to invade my thoughts. I want those lips more than anything. "Sarah, are you okay?" He asked as he came closer. "I'm definitely not fine." I said that without thinking and immediately pressed my lips. "What's wrong?" He asked again; Oh no, I might do something crazy if he doesn't stop. "Don't mind me, I twisted my toes and that's the reason I tripped." It was the truth, though I did it on purpose. "What are you wearing?" He gave me a profound look, and I smiled inwardly. I hope he liked what he saw. Sh*t! I need to also find an explanation for my dress. "Well, I just..." "Party," his lips curled as he looked at me. My eyes shimmered when I heard him; he just saved me the explanation. He shook his head and walked away; I followed him, and to my surprise, he continued walking past the dining table. 'WHAT! HE IS GOING TO HIS ROOM?' "Mr. Clinton, won't you have dinner?" He glanced at the dining table and looked at me. "Why did you go through so much trouble to make me dinner?" I'm confused, why did he say that? I smiled, "Because I always cook for father and I thought I should do the same for you; I could be your personal cook." I winked. "Oh, I'm sorry; I...um... I usually eat out so I am already full." 'What!' I blinked and clutched my chest; I could feel it, the sound of my heart breaking in disappointment. It was shattering into pieces, digesting his response. Why did he say that? Why did he even eat out, huh? I made sure to prepare a meal that would make him end up licking his plate, but now he is saying what? "Sarah, are you feeling okay?" He held my shoulders with his two hands, looking into my eyes for an answer, and my eyes told him, 'No, I'm not okay.' "Mr.... Clinton... why did you eat outside? You shouldn't have... now who's going to eat all of my hard work...?" I managed to reply, still clutching my chest. My response made him burst into laughter. He laughed for over one minute, and I was stunned by the sound of his laughter. 'How could one man be so perfect?' I looked at him with dreamy eyes while he continued laughing. "Oh, Sarah, you are such a drama queen. You made me laugh after a long time. Okay, fine, I'll have a bite." "Yeah!" I jumped like a child in kindergarten, flinging my hair. He couldn't help but smile at me. I was truly entertaining him. He sat, and I sat beside him. I don't want to miss his facial expression after one bite of my food. There he goes, one bite in his mouth, he paused, and my heart raced. 'Didn't he like it? Please like it, please like it, please like it, please like it,' I repeated in my head until he finally swallowed. "You are such a good cook." He just praised me, I blushed. "Stop it, Mr. Clinton; you are making me blush." He chuckled at my reply and said. "Your father never told me you were this silly; he keeps saying you are a fragile egg that needs care. I can't believe he missed such an important detail." I smiled inwardly; 'I think we are getting along really well, with time I could make him fond of me, then before falling for me.' His bite progressed to two bites, and then it moved into the next many more bites. I knew he enjoyed it; he even licked his lips again, and I almost fainted. "I'm going to bed; you get some sleep too." He said before standing up. "And thanks for the meal; it has been long since I ate homemade food." "Don't worry, Mr. Clinton, I'll keep making you delicious breakfast, lunch, and dinner; after all, I'm your personal cook." I grinned, and he chuckled. "Fine." I suppressed my grinning when I heard him. He just agreed; well, what they say is true then, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.I woke up the next day feeling energetic and ready to make a nice breakfast for Mr. Clinton, he was surprised to see me in his bedroom with a tray of food. I woke up earlier than ever, at exactly 5 AM just to prepare breakfast for him before he leaves for work."Why go through all this for me, you don't have to," he said as he sat up on his bed while I swayed my legs childishly."It's nothing, Mr. Clinton," I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I better get used to seeing him smile like that, or I wouldn't be able to keep my thoughts from spilling out.He gazed at me, waiting for me to leave, but I was too occupied to understand. "Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?" he raised his eyebrow at me, and I gave an awkward smile."Um..I'll go to my room if you don't want me to, you know."I could tell he didn't understand what I hinted just now; a deep furrow appeared on his forehead as he stared at me, waiting for an explanation."I meant, if you don't want me to join you for bre
XAVIER'S POVI came out of my bathroom surprised to see Sarah, lying on my bed. Her hair sprawled across the bed sheet like a wild tangle, framing her sleepy face and cascading down the pillow. The cute-looking innocent girl has grown up to be a fine woman. I vividly remembered her younger sweet smile she usually gives me every time I visit. I walked over to wake her up but I stopped in my tracks when I noticed how peaceful she was while asleep. I chuckled as I recalled our earlier conversation, I never knew she was this hilarious and playful. 'Video game,' just the thought of that was inching me to burst into laughter.While I covered her with the duvet, I saw one of her hands hanging at the edge of the bed. I slowly leaned forward to position her hand properly on the bed before clearing the cutlery from my bedside table. The sight of the cutlery induced my mind to recall the umami taste of the food she prepared for me. She sounded serious when she said she would be my personal cook;
SARAH'S POV "I must have slept for long," I yawned with closed eyes before my vision slowly revealed where I was. 'Mr. Clinton's bedroom, I actually slept on his bed.' I placed my hands on my lips in disbelief; that was fast, way too fast, but I liked the speed. I laid back on his bed grinning, things were working out for me. It had only been a day since I arrived, and we were already getting along really well, just as I always wanted. I sat up when my mind flashed back to our earlier conversation. I've got preparations to make, and I was still in bed. I got up immediately to get things ready. I went to my room and grabbed my purse, put on some lipstick, and tied my hair into a ponytail. I really like ponytails because it makes me look cute and full of spirit, that's what I think. I didn't forget to take some cash; I had shopping to do. As I was about to exit the duplex, I saw Erin approaching. "Hi." She smiled again, and I smiled back as I did before. "You're going out," she as
The long night came to an end, with a smile on my face, I stroked my ruffled hair, detangling the clumps in my hair. I heaved a heavy breath and sluggishly got off my bed. 'Woah.' my bedsheets were rumpled like a trashcan where raccoons fight for leftover cabbage. What was more amusing was the state of my long hair, 'Man, I look like a witch' the mirror revealed the hilarious view of my looks. If I were in an intoxicated state, I'm very sure I won't be able to recognize myself. After laughing my ass off, I strode into my bathroom. Then it suddenly struck me.What time is it?I bathed quickly and unlocked my phone.BLOODY HELL! It's Tuesday, I hate Tuesdays! Especially today.That stern Professor Steve, I usually had his class on Tuesday at 9 AM. The annoying thing was that this particular Tuesday was for continuous assessment, 45 percent on the run... but the time...Please tell me Mr. Time that you are teasing me...9:45The time leaped from 9:45 to 9:47. Slow down, will you! I frant
While I zoned off, Helen's piercing voice brought me back to the present. "Sarah, yesterday you hurt my feelings..." She slapped my hands away with a frown. I turned utterly speechless and confused; a moment ago she was sulking, and now she had transformed into a fiery goddess blazing with indignation. "What did I do?" "If you don't like Vincent, you shouldn't have made it obvious," she spat. What the fuck, is she serious? "Your boyfriend is a.........." I refrained. He would be dumped anyway; there was no need to make it quicker. "A real what?" She inquired, waiting for a meaningful answer. "Never mind," I decided to let it slide, after all, this wasn't the first time she dated a pervert. "Hello baby." Yeah, speaking of the devil. Vincent hugged her from behind and peppered kisses on her neck. 'What a public display of affection,' I scoffed. Helen, on the other hand, was enjoying the kissy moment, forgetting her single girlfriend was watching. "Hi," Vincent s
"Mr. Clinton, you promised to make it up to me," I reminded, my eyes sparkling with anticipation."I'll decide when..." He shot me a glance, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.I furrowed my eyebrow, surprised by his response. Then I remembered my ulterior motives."Mr. Clinton, would you mind tutoring me today?" His expression turned thoughtful, and I held my breath."Which course?""Anatomy," I replied, barely containing my excitement.His brow furrowed. "You are struggling with Anatomy, it's a crucial course for nursing students." I winced, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.Did I say I was struggling with Anatomy? Well, if I don't pass the cutoff mark, 'struggling' would be an understatement.CARRY OVER! Would knock on my door and I wouldn't want that..."I missed the test..." I admitted, my face scrunched up in discomfort.Luckily, I wasn't confessing to my father; I wouldn't have wanted to deal with his loud scolding.Then a worrying thought struck me. "Mr. Clinton, please don't te
"Mr. Clinton, it isn't what you think," I pointed to my left ear. "Ear pod, ear pod."God, what am I saying?Then an idea came."It's my phone, it rang just now and it is connected to my ear pod. So I was angry, it was distracting, so I shouted without thinking. I'm... I'm so sorry."The contort on his face dilated and I silently heaved a sigh.Phew, that was close..."So you were using an ear pod while learning." He gave me a questioning look."I forgot to take it off, Mr. Clinton, I'm deeply sorry." I clasped my hands pleading.Now he might think I am unstudious. I made that excuse without thinking..."Sarah, you aren't taking your education seriously. I might report this to your father." His words broke through my trail of thoughts.I hung my head low in defeat. I knew it was useless to plead this time around; he will definitely report me to my father. While I was sulking, I felt a warm hand on my head. My scalp shivered from its mildness, sending torrid sensations all over me. I l
"Ah! Is that a fire alarm!" I screamed, covering my ears. The sound was so piercing, and I felt like banging my ears on the wall to get it off my senses.My eyes were still closed since I was jolted awake by the boisterous sound. I didn't even know what was making that noise. My eyelids slowly peeled open, revealing my brightly lit room.Krrrrrr..."Urg!" I sprang out of my bed to try to locate where the sound was coming from. I looked around the room, then I found a fish-looking thing sitting on my bedside table.Then I remembered...I facepalmed myself for forgetting I set an alarm yesterday. I didn't want what happened on Tuesday to repeat itself again.Krrrrrrrrrrrrr..."Yeah, I'm awake." I angrily struck the alarm to silence it.'Finally, my ears will rest'. I didn't know it would be so loud.I sighed tiredly and collapsed on my bed. "I feel so sleepy," I muttered. My eyelids were heavy, and I felt like relieving the weight with a nice shut-eye."Hmmm." I straightened myself on t