Segment: Confession

As Said

Lyle's P.O.V

"This is a mistake on our end. We will postpone the mission for now. We can't have two men injured on such an important mission." Mr. Taylor says.

We are currently having a virtual meeting. Since the attack, we weren't going to stay in one place as a group. It was too risky. Now that people have started moving, the peaceful days are slowly disappearing before our eyes.

"This is atrocious!" Mr. Pearce shouts in outrage. Well, it was his troops. He couldn't believe that his troops were easily defeated. He was one of those who trained us so that made me wonder why there was such a difference in strength between us and the guards he sent.

"Whose guards were those anyway?" Mr. Ryle asks obviously knowing whose it was.

"What? Are you telling me that this is my fault?" Mr. Pearce voice suddenly rises in anger.

"Who else?" Mr. Styles says in annoyance. He must be wanting to get his hands on that item that they wanted so much.

"Enough. President, come meet me at the manor and pack up things. Not clothes, but things."

"Understood, Mr. Taylor."

"This is your fault." Mr. Walker turns his head to where Mr. Reid was positioned in the virtual meeting.

"Meeting adjourned."

I sighed. What did Mr. Taylor want from me? I looked at the wound on my thigh, thinking back. The very first wound I got was when I saved Jamie. There's no first wound that I would like to receive as this. Jamie probably knew that all my stories about me doing things is false, until this one.

I would rather have my first wound from saving someone rather than about to kill someone. This makes me alive, still human. I grasp the little humanity left in me. Jamie shot someone a couple of days ago, I wonder how he is? Is he mourning? Is he regretting his life right now? Will I get a letter from him saying that he wants out?

I look around my dormitory and realized that most of my things were inside the hotel room. I couldn't have s*x with Amelia, which is also something to regret about. Those bastards had it coming.

Tsk.

I walked to my cabinet and looked at the little toys that I have left. I shouldn't have brought so many at the trip. I had to buy these with real money. What a waste.

"Mr. Taylor said not to bring clothes, then what the hell am I going to bring?"

I have no money, just an empty wallet. Not bringing clothes. No phone. So really, what am I going to bring? What am I going to pack? I literally have nothing. I decided to only bring my empty wallet and walked to the Taylor's manor.

It was a thirty minute walk, which is a good exercise for me. I rang the doorbell and waited for the gate to open. The guard looked at me and smiled before opening the gate for me.

Why did he smile at me? Do I know him? Have I seen him before?

I haven't. The first time I was here was when I had s*x with Amelia for the first time and I sneaked inside, so I didn't see him. I didn't mind the reason behind the smile and smiled back. I walked past the gate and approached the big door. I was going to knock but then the door instantly opened, revealing a smiling Amelia.

I thought she was in the dormitories?

The students were advised to stay in the dormitories so how come she's here? Wait, I shouldn't be asking when her father is the man behind all this.

"Good morning, Lyle."

"Good morning, Ms. Taylor." she pouts at my greet.

"Don't use that on me. I'm your classmate."

"And my boss' daughter." she rolls her eyes before walking away, ushering me to follow her.

"I don't see that title on me."

"I see it when I look at you."

"Even when we're alone?" she turns to me and walks backward.

"No, not really." she grins at me.

I take a big step forward and grabbed her waist. She was about to hit a wall.

"You're going to hurt yourself walking like that."

I looked at her and noticed how close we were. I could smell her strawberry shampoo and just a few more inches and I could taste her lips again.

"I, uh, thanks."

"Please be more careful."

I retract my hand from her waist but she grabbed both of my hands and snaked them around her waist. She locks her arms around my neck and kisses me on the lips. Apparently, we're on the same wavelength.

I kiss her back. Her soft lips on mine, how they weren't dry and not too moist. How her saliva tasted sweet. My left hand dropped to her ass and I squeezed them. They were so big and fluffy that my hand can't grab them full on.

"Why do you always go for the butt?"

"Can't help it."

Amelia was the first one that made me want to grab butts. Before I met her butt, I just kiss while grabbing the breasts but now, it seems groping her butt is something that comes first.

I kiss her again and entered my tongue inside her mouth. She moans as I lick her tongue. I grope her butt again, this time a bit harder, making her moan more.

"You're making me wet." she detached our lips and pushed me away.

She starts walking away, swaying her hair as she does. I was making her wet? Heck, I want her too. She tasted so sweet and smelled so fragrant. I follow her, unconsciously.

"Miss President," Mr. Taylor's voice snapped me back to reality.

I cleared my throat.

I hope he didn't see me looking like a horny dog just now.

"Mr. Taylor, good morning." I bow in respect.

"At ease. Where's your stuff?"

"I don't have any, Mr. Taylor."

"Huh. I'll cut to the chase. I believe you already know that Amelia knows?"

"Yes, Mr. Taylor."

"Great. You are to stay here for the rest of the week."

"Pardon me, Mr. Taylor?"

I look at Amelia and she looks away, whistling. Does she have something to do with this?

"You're not only here for vacation, Miss President. You will guard Amelia while staying here, inside the same room."

"We'll sleep together?"

Where can you find a guard sleeping in the same room as the boss' daughter? Where? Tell me, am I the only one? Jamie doesn't count because they're in a fake relationship which is still a relationship if you ask me.

"Did I not make- am I clear?" Amelia clears her throat. Mr. Taylor changed his tone and words immediately.

I look at Mr. Taylor but he looked away as soon as we made eye contact.

Well, this is interesting.

So Mr. Taylor is under Amelia? Wow. I've never heard of such a thing. A powerful man is inferior to his beautiful daughter.

"Understood, Mr. Taylor. After a week, I am free to be dismissed of the duty, if I heard that correctly?"

"Yes, Miss President."

"Understood, Mr. Taylor."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need things to get done. Amelia, be on your best behavior, please. No s*x on the master's bedroom."

"Papa," Amelia sighs and scratches the back of her head.

"I mean it, Amelia."

"I got it, Papa. Now shoo." Mr. Taylor kisses Amelia's forehead while Amelia hugs Mr. Taylor with a smile.

"I'll expect my daughter is safe for the entire week."

"You can count on it, Mr. Taylor."

"I'll be going now."

"Take care, Papa!"

Mr. Taylor was finally out of our sights. I look at Amelia but she was too embarrassed to face me.

"Was that..?"

"No, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay then," I look around the manor.

I didn't exactly see the beautiful interior of the manor since I was only here for a brief moment, plus it was dark out. To think that I was going to sleep in the same room as Amelia. The room that we did it first. It makes my heart beat louder.

"How's your injury?"

"Not that grave unlike Jamie."

"How are the others though? I heard they were also attacked."

She sits on the couch and pats the seat next to her. I slowly sit beside her and leaned back comfortably on the cool leather.

"Some ended up like Jamie but some are fine."

"Fine like you or fine as in unscathed?"

"Fine as in unscathed."

I close my eyes and let the peace creep in. I feel comfortable here than in my own room. My mind wasn't gong berserk over the things that I did. I felt sleepy.

"Cameron?"

"Samantha and Kristine." I answered her question of who.

"Are you sleepy?"

"A bit but I won't sleep."

"You can sleep if you want." I open my eyes and she pats her lap.

"Can I really?"

"Would I ask if it's not okay?"

"I don't know. Maybe you're testing your personal bodyguard." she clicks her tongue.

"You know too much. You already did enough. You deserve rest. Come,"

I hesitated for a bit before lying down on her lap. It was soft and comfortable. I could feel the heat from her legs and it soothed my tired neck. Sleep immediately took its effect.

"Lyle, Lyle, wake up." I groaned before opening my eyes.

"What time is it?" I sit up and yawned.

"You've been asleep for three whole hours. Dinner is almost ready." I rub my eyes out of the sleepiness.

"Thank you. I haven't slept that good in a while."

"You're welcome."

"How are your legs? Asleep too?" I chuckle.

"Yes, thanks to you." she laughs too.

I poke her legs and she shudders.

"Stop that." she says while laughing.

I push her to her back and got on top of her. She touches my cheek with her hand and caress them gently.

"Amelia, what are you doing to me." it wasn't a question.

"I'm not doing anything to you."

"How do you always pull me in without doing anything."

I lower myself down and let our lips touch slightly. I could smell her minty breath. I look straight into her blue eyes. Her electric blue eyes keep giving me jitters when I stare into them for long. Her skin was smooth, her face is beautiful and she's so kind.

"Lyle,"

"Yes?"

"No s*x until you're fully recovered."

"Whaaat,"

"You need rest, Lyle." she brings her other hand to my face and caress both of my cheeks. Her voice was firm.

"Amelia,"

"Lyle, no means no. Be a good girl."

"You make it sound like I'm a dog." she chuckles.

"If you are, then you would be the most fearsome yet adorable dog ever lived." I chuckle with her.

"Will you hold out then?"

"I'm not sure. You pull me in too, if you know." I nod. I know.

"Come, dinner should be ready by now."

"How come they're not fetching you?"

"Do you want them to see us like this?"

Right. Whenever we're together, we always do this. We indeed pull each other in, I just don't know why. Skin to skin contact with Amelia feels comforting to me. Her presence by my side calms down my nerves. But Chrelia has a different effect to me too. She makes me dumb. She makes me forgetful and unaware of everything.

Love makes a person dumb. So maybe I really do like Chrelia instead of Amelia. Then what are these feelings that I hold for Amelia?

"Not really."

"Thought so."

I stand up from topping her before helping her up. We make our way towards the her dining area and it was massive. There was even a TV and a long ass table. I wonder how many people come and eat here.

"Sit beside me,"

"Isn't somebody sitting there?"

"Silly. It's only me and my father that dines here."

"What's with the long table then?" I sit beside her.

People wearing a waiter and waitress' clothing appeared and served us our dinner. They were so fast and so thorough that I was amazed. They serve in a uniform manner with precise amount of action. It really is different when it's a really influential man you're working for.

"I don't know. I never asked Papa. Let's eat."

After I cautiously ate all that's on the plate, Amelia directed me to their theater room. Was she probably flexing her fortune or is she enjoying my company that she doesn't feel my curiosity?

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, Princess."

She does all the work and the big screen in front of us started playing a movie. She sits beside me and presses a button on her left side. A moment later, a man came with a variety of popcorns.

"I don't know what flavor you like so I didn't specify what to bring."

"Oh, uhm, I'm okay with anything."

This is too much popcorn. She hands me a popcorn and stares at the movie. I wasn't full at dinner so I decided to eat all the popcorn she handed me. We were halfway through the movie when she looked at me, with two empty popcorn bags beside me.

"You didn't have to eat it all if you don't like the flavor, you know."

"Dinner was too little for me." she giggles at me before placing her popcorn beside her.

"You're so adorable sometimes."

"Not handsome?"

"No, you get that all the time."

"Oh."

"You know, Lyle,"

"Hmm?"

"The movie isn't really interesting,"

"Yeah and?"

"I take back when I said no sex."

She gets on top of me and kisses me full on the lips. The atmosphere felt hot and her scent engulfed me, wrapped all around me, making sure to entice me enough to make me respond. I kiss her with the same intensity she made me feel. She enters her tongue inside my mouth and explored my mouth. I look straight into her eyes and she was also looking at me, hungrily.

My hands found her butt and I caress them harshly, groping every now and then. She moans. Even though the movie was noisy, I could still hear her hungry moans. She lifts up her shirt, revealing her lacey red bra. I bury my head between her two breasts and inhaled her body scent mixed with her strawberry perfume.

"I'll ride you." she says, almost like purring.

"I didn't bring a strap on."

"Your fingers are enough."

A tiger waiting to be tamed. That was what she was. I unhook her bra and took a n****e in my mouth. She moans as I suck and circle my tongue around her hard n****e. My hand caressed her crotch through her denim shorts. She grinds her crotch onto my hand.

"You look so hot," I tell her with utmost honesty.

"Then f**k me now."

"You have to chill, Princess."

I remember that she likes playing with toys but I don't have any. I wonder if it will really be enough, my fingers.

She brought my face to look at her and kisses me with her lips.

"Then f**k me slowly,"

She stands up and slides down her denim jeans. It fell to the floor with such slow motion. She sits on top of me again, this time naked.

"You shaved?"

"I waxed."

"Well,"

I kiss her lips, trailed down from her lips to her neck, made sure to leave a hickey. I snake an arm around her waist and positioned my other hand underneath her. I let a finger erect, a form of substitute for the dildo.

Since it was so long ago, I'm afraid she'll get tight and it would hurt. My fingers may not be meaty but they are long as f**k, like a man's fingers.

"Ease down on me, Princess." I growl at her.

She slowly goes down on my finger until it was fully inserted. She let out a breathy sigh as it went in. I feel her hotness wrapped around my finger, her wetness and her womanhood.

"That's long." she says to me. Her electric blue eyes sent electricity to my nerves.

"Are you okay?"

"I think this is better than a dildo, for now."

"Oh, yeah?"

I pump in hard and fast once as she shouts her moan.

"I needed that." before I could say anything, she kisses me and started riding my finger slowly.

The movie ended and I could now clearly hear how wet she was. I could hear every shlick sound, every in and out of my finger. I could hear how heavy she was breathing. She releases the kiss and tosses her head back, feeling my finger more.

"Uh, mhmmm,"

Her breasts were right in front of me, bouncing every time she moves. I take a n****e in my mouth and sucked like a toddler.

"Another finger," she pleads. I gladly granted what she wishes for and added another finger in. She moans even louder.

"Won't somebody come in?"

"Mhm, there's no one else here but us. Maids don't come in unless there's no one occupying the room." taking her seriously at this point was absurd, seeing how flustered and restless she was but there was no way I was going to stop this.

I'm enjoying the view so much. Amelia closed her eyes for a more better sensation. She grabs my shoulder for support and gripped it tight. I suck on her other n****e and her grip tightened.

She must be close.

I insert another finger and that sent her even faster. She bites her lower lip and opened her eyes. Her eyes were watery and dark at the same time. Her electric blue eyes looked like lightning on a rainy day. My hand all the way down to my wrist was now covered in her juice.

"I'm.. almost.. there." she struggled to tell me.

I stop her and let her rest. I take matters into my own hands and moved my hand in and out of her heating p***y. She moans faster, matching the rhythm of my hand. By now, both of her hands were gripping my shoulders as she shudders on top of me. Her legs quivering and her upper body shaking, building up climax. It was a sight to see.

She buckles up as I push one last time, a big one, and finally orgasms. She fell limp on top of me, panting and exhausted. I smile to myself.

Did I just see that? No one was sexy like her.

Her facial expression was priceless. I couldn't see the entire thing but the way her muscles tensed, I wanted to do it again. But Amelia is already tired, plus she just had s*x right now. It's no good to do it more intense.

"Am.. I too heavy?" she finally speaks up after a long period of panting.

She sits back up and look me in the eyes. Her electric blue eyes now visible again.

"No, you're just right. Are you tired? Shall I carry you back to your room?" she shakes her head.

"I'll be fine. You want to shower first before going to bed?"

"I don't know. You go first then while I decided." she giggles.

"Is that really something to think about?"

"Well, yes."

"Alright then. Let's go to my room. I'll shower while you think about whether you should shower with me or not."

"A'ight!"