Sylvie
I replayed everything that has happened so far. He looked feral, almost dishevelled which was so unlike him. I couldn't stop thinking about him still. I cannot explain how I feel about the matter; it is toxic as well as intense but it feels so safe for me.
I came later than usual. It was inevitable that I would meet him in the hallways or his classroom but today was different. I didn't see him at all. Not even in his classroom. Instead a substitute came to teach instead. We were told he went on a leave. I felt disappointed.
I thought about our meeting, our lessons, it wasn't useful anymore since I already know his true intentions. But I can't help missing his presence every now and then. Even as he orders food for me every night.
A week passed, and Mark will be returning anytime soon. I prepared for school as usual, ate breakfast and hurried off to school. There he was, standing in front of the door, looking like a large brick wall. He looked slightly different; his stubble was becoming shabbier and his hair longer. He glanced at me and just kept staring. I ignored him, he can't just say all that heart fluttering words and disappeared like it meant nothing.
The moment class ended, I stepped out before everyone ignoring the glares boring holes at my back. I dashed out, anger evident on my face. I quickly redirected myself to the ladies' room and entered the cubicle for privacy. After two minutes or so, when I felt calm enough, I heard the door shut and the lock clicked in place. My breath hitched thinking it was Amanda or one of those girls who did makeup before the next class, I didn't want them to see me at all.
"There you are, little moth." His deep voice spoke, startling me. I probably looked like a deer caught with headlamps. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I quickly stepped out to avoid staying in close proximity with him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, anger coursing through me. "This isn't normal. Stop stalking me."
"Stalking is such a strong word, I prefer protecting." He said with a smirk on his face. I studied him closely. "You don't feel anything? Guilt?Maybe fear or remorse?" I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Oh, I'll let you know if I feel anything for those fuckers," He said, his expression darkening. "They wanted to rape you if I hadn't followed them, you would have been hurt and you are asking about feeling guilty? Pathetic."
"You are stalking me? You are a psychopath." I said adding an incredulous tone to my words. It wasn't a surprise that he was a psychopath, it surprised me how priesthood fitted him so well that no one else noticed.
"Then again, I prefer the word creative." He said, stepping closer and leaning in. "Stop what it is you are trying to do. You can't simply keep me away." With that, he left.
I considered taking his advice but I still wanted to play disobedient a little. He is really a bad influence on me. That fire in me I thought had quenched started burning a bit brighter. I had been invisible before, I can do it again and again. If he thinks I'm that easy to use and manipulate, then he thought wrong.
I skipped the afternoon lessons. But I didn't go home straight away, I lingered around. I wanted to make sure he gets the message, so I made sure to stand right outside facing the window of his classroom where he can see me and as expected, I could see his silhouette. I showed him my middle finger and I went on my way. The way he stared made me uneasy but I didn't want him to think I'm unstable because of him so I feigned confidence till I was out of sight. I turned back to see him still standing there, smoking and I swore I saw him smile.
The rest of the week was hectic. We bumped into each other more than a few times. He'd follow behind me in his car after school and make sure I get home safely before he drives back. He called me out in front of the classroom and used me as an illustration while he teaches, breaking that wall I so carefully placed before me. He wrote my name in every club he deemed fit and monitored my attendance. I wanted to so skip class or better still, school but he threatened to involve Mark. I just couldn't take it anymore, I barged into his office, fuming like a raging bull. At first, he seemed neutral, then his expression changed as if learnt, not genuine.
"Stop this, this is crazy," I said, slamming my palms on his desk. "I have had it with you." He stood up from his seat and walked up to me, leaning in. "First of all, I was never sane but you don't have to remind me of that. I hate that. Secondly, I like you better when you don't swallow it up." He took some strands of my hair and sniffed it then studied it. "You should also dye your hair back to how it was. It suits you better."
"How did you know I dyed my hair?" I asked, my hand instantly flying to my hair. "No one knew that." He downright smiled, like an actual smile. "I am no one, you see," He said, moving away from me. "I want to take you out on a date. Are you free, Saturday?"
I hesitated for a moment. "Saturday it is then, see you at seven. Wear something comfortable." I wanted to say Mark might come on that day but fuck it. I want to go on a date with this man. The forbidden thrill is driving me crazy.
I felt giddy at first and actually regretted thinking of going but nevertheless I dyed my hair back and shaved my legs as well. I had a pretty dress in my closet somewhere and finally I could wear it. I wasn't big on makeup so I just did mascara and applied lip gloss. I felt extremely shy when it came to matters like this so I kinda fumbled with my hair and stuff.
He arrived rather early at the exact time. He wore a navy blue dress shirt and denim jeans. He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled. "You are beautiful," He said, his eyes so sincere I actually felt a flutter in my chest. He took my hand and kissed it softly before leading me to his car. He opened the door for me and helped me in and all with such gentleness. I felt nauseous all of a sudden, I wasn't used to receiving princess treatments. Did he want something in return?
"Stop over thinking things. You are perfect and deserve the best treatment I can offer." He said, planting a kiss to the side of my lips. He stared longingly at my lips, tracing and pressing his thumb on them like he was in a trance. He immediately pulled back as if nothing had happened and I found myself getting annoyed.
He pulled up at a restaurant or more like a deserted one and stepped out, walking to my side of the car and opening the door for me. I stepped out and he immediately covered my shoulders with a jacket I didn't know he carried. I grabbed his hand and followed him in. He stopped at the counter, said a few words to the lady there and left for the elevator with me behind him. We started going down and I'm not talking ground floor because we were just there but underground. The elevator finally stopped and I couldn't believe my eyes. He paid for an exclusive underground date just for me.
"Shall we?" He said, pulling out my chair for me. "Would you like to order anything?" I shrugged, letting out a small smile. "Surprise me," I said, my eyes on him. He leaned forward, a ghost of a smile on his face. "I would love to but I want to know your choice still."
After moments of skimming through the menu, I opted for chicken wings, Nordic stew and smoked salmon. I wanted to try these because it looked delicious on the telly and also escargot was pretty expensive.
"I'd like escargot to that as well, please." He said with a smile on his face. I ate while he watched, sipping on his whiskey. "You don't see the need to comport yourself?" He asked, not in a condescending tone but rather amusement. "Why should I? I was hoping that you won't ask for a second date." I said while I stuffed my mouth with the salmon. "Care for deserts?" He asked, scanning the menu. I wanted cakes and somehow he noticed and ordered for cakes and pudding.
"You are beautiful," He said, his eyes on me, he reached out to wipe my lips covered in cake smudge. He reached out for my curly red strand and stared deep into my copper eyes with his smouldering gaze. "And it's so fucking dangerous."
The night was great though. He treated me well, asked me interesting questions about myself even though I felt he knew the answers to, he made me feel special and somehow, I wished for a second date and more or better still, for this night never to end.
"I can't let you go home this home this late. Stay the night at my place." He said, his eyes still on the road and hand on gear. I couldn't agree more, the sight of him driving was captivating enough to pass away. "Did you like the date?" He asked. I almost burst out into fits of laughter when I saw the uncertainty in his gaze. Was he nervous that I wouldn't like what he offered? "It's okay if it's not to your taste but I want to know because I will be taking you out on more dates."
"I loved it, it was nice," I said after long moments of teasing with my silence. We arrived at his place. It was gorgeous from the outside but stepping in was almost unreal. A slick grey couch and eighty inch flat screen telly dominated the living room accented with a low, white lacquered coffee table. I glimpsed at the espresso machine and my thirst grew, beside that was a glass- topped table with white cushioned chairs in the dining room, but otherwise there was much furniture to speak of. The decor was amazing and everything speaks of luxury.
"You are quite the simple yet elegant," I said, still glancing around. "The room is ten times bigger than my bedroom and other rooms in my house."
"Then stay," He said, before clearing his throat at his immediate response. "If it is what you want." I smiled, shaking my head. It is a bit weird to see someone like him almost stiff and out of character. But it could all be a facade; after all he cannot feel like I do.
"No thanks, I rather not stay in a lonely mansion," I said, getting myself comfortable on the couch. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat opposite me but not far enough though. I caught a whiff of his cologne, something woodsy and expensive smelling with a hint of spice which blend so well with his citrus scent.
"Then I will stay at yours then," He said, sipping his whiskey, eyes on me. "In your room to be precise." I snorted out loud. "You wouldn't even like it."
"Relax," He said dryly. "I don't bite. At least not yet." He said, flashing his canines.
"I'm relaxed." I snapped.
"Your knuckles are white." He pointed out. "How about we go to bed?"
"You don't strike me as an early to bed type."
He smirks. "Oh? And what type do I look like?"
"The `playboy out until dawn type," I say. "Except you are a priest by day."
"Don't forget teacher as well. And by night I'm a stalker, protector and a provider."
"More like a psychopath. You don't really care, do you?" I asked, looking into his dark green ones. He shrugged with a smirk. "Of course not. Why would I?" He said, no remorse or guilt evident.
"But having you in my bed right now, even if it's just to hold you, sounds pretty fucking fun to me." He said, approaching me and letting his hands on my shoulders.
I think about going to my empty house and fear claw at my throat. "Okay, just sleeping, though"
"Scout's honour."
"You were a boy scout?" I asked sceptically as he pulls away grabbing my hand, leading me out of the room.
He looked over his shoulder at me. "Let's just say I'm really good at tying knots. That has to count for something, right?"
I swallow but don't reply. His strides are long so I have to hurry to keep up with him, I don't get much time to take anything in before I find myself in a large bedroom with walls of windows overlooking the scenery outside. There is a chair facing the window making it the perfect space to curl up with a book. I must be out of my mind to actually picture myself reading here everyday. The glow from the moon made it easier to see the massive bed against the wall and a dresser beside it and a huge television in front of it, the sheer size of which would have me questioning if he were overcompensating for something like the size of what he might be concealing in his pants. Feeling my face burn at my thoughts, I found my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
"You want to borrow something to sleep in?" He asked from outside. I swore he was smirking at me since somehow, he could read my thoughts. "Yes please, thank you" I muttered to his hearing, at least to me, I was loud enough for him to hear.
I took a shower and took a clean towel and wrapped it around me, stepping out of the room. I almost let go of the towel when I saw his bare chest and his boxer's briefs. Gosh! He was packing large! I quickly took the shirt and returned into his bathroom.
"Need some help?" He asked, approaching me.
"I got it." I snapped hurrying to the bathroom. I hastily put it on and stepped out. My eyes dropping to his ass before I hastily look away so he doesn't catch me ogling him.
"I am going to hop into the shower real quick. Take whatever side you want. I'm not picky." He stripped out of his briefs giving me a show of his long cock before stepping into the bathroom. Feeling my body starting to tingle especially between my legs, I turned away, refusing to become a brainless zombie for this man.
Vaughn is a walking, talking aphrodisiac. If he has this effect on me right now, I wonder what might happen when he has his body pressed against mine. I silently prayed the rosary and slapped myself for feeling such immorality. I heard the shower turn off, I sighed in relief and quickly feigned sleep. He stepped in, his gaze on me while he dressed. Trying to keep my body relaxed, I almost managed it till he pulls back the covers and slides besides me. I turned to him, surprised. "You are sleeping here?"
He smirked. "Yes I am. I may be a gentleman but nothing is stopping me from feeling your body tonight."
Once he was comfortable, he reached for me pulling me to himself, his hand laced in my front, in between my breasts, his nose buried in my neck, inhaling me in. I relaxed in his arms letting my lower half snuggle in deeper when I freeze.
"Are you naked?" I asked, surprised he took off his sweatpants. "I thought you had sweatpants on."
"I didn't know you were paying that much attention. I always sleep naked."
I tried to roll away but he held me tighter, his hard cock now pressing into my naked ass s he slides one of his legs between my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet at my helplessness, but it doesn't stop the fear from creeping in.
His hand slid to my stomach and he plants a kiss to my neck. "Sleep," He murmurs, holding me tight to himself.
It takes a while to relax but then I did, and for the first time, I slept without thrashing in my sleep or the nightmares.