Ms Robinson

Chapter three

“Yes, Max?” I looked at her with stars in my eyes like I always do.  She lovingly cupped my cheek and brushed a stray curl behind my ear.  She whispered to me, “Nyxie dahling, you know you will always be my darling daughter, my number one girl. No one can replace you in my heart. Tell me dahling, are you happy here?” She looked like a small girl pouting with sad banana eyes.  “Of course, I am happy here”, I whispered back, “I love you more than jelly tots. Oops, I mean more than French champagne.”

“So why do you look like you want to hit that boy of yours with a club hammer,” she said.  “What boy of mine?”, I answered looking confused.  Max tilted her head back and gently laughed, for real it looked like she just did that for a movie.  “Nyxie, Beau’s cousin clearly likes you, you naïve little dahling, don’t you see?” “He is an obnoxious jerk, Max, such a know it all.  We don’t like each other.”, I replied.  “But dahling, you know I love you, but can you be a bit nicer for me, please?”, she asked, green eyes searching mine almost pleading with me.  My godmother never pleads, and I must behave to make her happy.  “Okay, I will behave”, I said.  “Now off you go and show how much you can behave,” she said and smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye.  I walked over to the other couch and sat down.  Cian approached me and Beau towards my godmother.  “So,” Cian said, “Tell me more about yourself, city girl.” I smiled politely and said, “Well, you know my name, my age, that I’m a klutz who likes pistachio ice cream. I like reading, comics and movies just like any other young adult.  How about you?”  “Well, as I said,” he replied, “I like airplanes and wants to be an entrepreneur, like reading too, horse riding, cooking, ice hockey, and skiing.” “Here I brought you a drink, not sure if you would like it,” he said.  Politely I said, “Thank you.” I took a sip of the ice-cold white wine, closed my eyes and I could feel it tickling my throat. Hmmm, lovely.  It tasted like pears that walked on a moonlit river.  Closing my eyes appreciatively I could feel a finger touching lightly the corner of my mouth. My eyes snapped open, but there was nothing, was I imagining things or just getting drunk.  I looked over to my godmother and as if it was automatic, she lifted her head up, gave me a quick nod, winked at me lavishly, and smiled a devious smile.  Wait!! What? Was I being manipulated by my godmother? OMG – I have been played.  Focusing my attention back on Cian, I looked into his face, damn it jerk-face is really handsome.  “Another drink?”, he asked. Couldn’t believe that my drink was finished.  “Yes, please”, I answered.  As I took the drink from him, I could feel myself shifting closer to him, or was it him moving closer to me. Wooooaaaahhhh!! I need to go to bed and sleep, clearly, my head was fuzzy.  Abruptly I stood up and said to everyone, “Uhm Max and Beau?” “Yes, dahling”, Max replied.  “I am off to bed, so I will say good night and it was lovely meeting you, Beau, and your cousin too.”  They both got up to kiss me good night.  I kissed Max on her cheeks and was not too sure if I should do the same to Beau, but that was solved when he kissed me on my cheeks.  I turned around to say good night to Cian, but he also got up and said, “Well, seeing that my lovely companion is leaving for the night, I think I should turn in too.”  He went over to kiss Max night and shook hands with his cousin. I smiled at Max tiredly and my eyes caught a piece of material that looked like it came from the suspicious velvet box – was that ribbon or silk. But before I could really look, the box was closed by Max.  With a few long strides, he was next to me and stated loudly, “Would you give me the pleasure to escort you to your room?” I looked at him suspiciously, he just winked and smirked at me.  There it is again – jerk-face!! Obviously, I couldn’t be rude so I said sweetly, “Of course you may.” While taking his arm to lead me out of the library.  As we are walking up the stairs, I felt a bit of shiver going up my spine, probably from the cold or the alcohol withdrawal – whatever.  As I stopped by my door to my room, I turned around and said, “Good night, and thank you for the escort but you shouldn’t have.”  He looked at me with such a penetrating gaze that I couldn’t help taking a step backward into the flippen door. How embarrassing, I just groaned inwardly.  He said, “It’s a pleasure to have met you and no trouble at all walking you to your bedroom door.  Seeing that mine is not so far away from yours.” My breath caught in my throat and I hastily searched for the doorknob to enter my room.  As I opened my room door, he caught my hand, pulled me back, and shoved my forefinger in his mouth, and closed his eyes.  He gently sucked on it and gave it a nibble.  I stared at him in shock, because my insides were pumping on an adrenaline rush. “Hmm, delicious,” he said, as he opened his eyes.  I quickly snatched my hand back and hastily closed the door behind me and stood with my back against the door, breathing quickly.  I heard him chuckled behind the door, heard him say, “See you at breakfast.” and as soon as his footsteps faded away, I slumped down on the floor. Lifting my hand to my forehead and closed my eyes.  What the hell is wrong with me. After a few minutes, I got up, undressed, brushed my teeth, and took a shower.  I needed to clear my head.  Eventually drying myself, wrapped the thick fluffy towel around me and passed out on the bed.  My head filled with unnecessary wicked thoughts because of that jerk-face!!

 Cian's  P.O.V.

Heading back to my room, I couldn’t get her off my mind.  I let out a slow breath and closed the door behind me.  Who am I kidding? This girl is not even my type.  She is short, a little curvy, but oh boy all in the right places.  Plump lips and her boobs look like it could be more than a handful.  Earlier at dinner, when she ate that pistachio ice cream and closed her eyes and moaned, I could feel my c**k harden at the sight of that.  I can only imagine her between my legs and suck me like a lollipop with that innocent mouth of hers.  Shaking my head, I looked in the mirror and said to myself, “Get a grip, Cian.  You are acting like a damn fool. She is just a kid!”  My reflection or my inner subconscious said, “Yeah a kid that you would like to f*ck…hard!” 

Pissed at myself and the revelation of what that little temptress can do to me, I decided to please myself before I do anything stupid like knocking on her door. 

While I am undressing, I think of my cousin and the new marriage to Nyx’s godmother.  This is going to be another ride for Beau, don’t know what it is with him and MILF’s is.  Hey, each to their own.  I remember him clearly saying to me, about a year and a half back, “Cousin, the older girls know what they want.  They know how to please a man; they can f**k like there is no tomorrow and you can do the Kama Sutra and they won’t complain.” While he claps me on my back and laughs out loudly.  “No, blue balls there,” he smirked.  All I replied was, “You are out of your head cuz, but if the shoe fits, then wear it.” 

As I walk into the huge bathroom, I stood there for a second, breathed out loud for the second time, and switched on the shower taps.  My mind taking me back to earlier on.  While my cousin was yakking on about Max, all I could see was her taking off her shoes and plonking down on the sofa.  She is so unusual, child-like but not childish, definitely not my type of girl.  She is like a forbidden fruit that I needed to have to kind of conquer.  I could feel that I made her edgy and wary of me, but I couldn’t stop provoking her.  Demanding that she must have lunch with me, touching her lips while she is sipping her wine with her eyes closed.  The almost kiss at her door when she went to bed.  I could feel my c**k hardening even more and I slowly reach down to stroke it from base to top.  As I pump my c*ck faster and faster, I squeezed my balls.  I imagine this little temptress between my legs and sucking hard my c*ck with her plump lips moving up and down.  I wanted to shove my c**k deep in her feisty little mouth and grab her by the hair.  I close my eyes in ecstasy as spurts of cream shot from my c*ck.  I could feel my abs tightening as I came, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.  I let out one last yell until there was no more c*m left in me.  F*ck!! I have to take another shower to clean up.  As I clean myself up, all I could think was that I need to f**k this girl to get her out of my system.  I need a strategy and I need it fast.  Hey, who am I kidding!! I am Cian Keltar and I can get any girl that I want, and I want her!! Nothing is going to stop me from getting a piece of that.  I am not an a**hole, okay I am lying to myself, maybe I am, sometimes.  As I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and head of to bed.  As I am lying there, I wonder if she would be interested in a t*t f*ck.  Thinking of it made my c*ck hard again… guess I would have to go for a second round of “ringing the bell”.  I smirked and thought, “I wonder what would little miss prissy do if she could see me jerking off.”  Guess, I would find out tomorrow.

I groaned as pressed the alarm clock off.  Damn!! Can’t a girl get rest!  I shot up from my bed and remembered last night's happenings.  That damn jerk-face man-boy and his sexiness! My cheeks overheated as I remembered my dream… of him, touching and stroking me all over.  Damn, can girls get wet dreams? I know, I did.

I flopped back into my bed and turn my face into the pillows, sighing at my ridiculousness.

A sharp tap on the door, made me lift my head up to see who it was and put my head back into the pillows.

“Morning!”, Lucy said.  I just lift my hand and wave, without looking up again.

“So, how was last night? Did you see that s*x god? Oh my gosh, he is as hot as hell!! You can break me a piece of that anytime!!” she said with a low whistle.

“Nyx!! Nyx!! Did you hear me?  Don’t you think he was super-hot and gorgeous? C’mon, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed, Nyx?”, she was rambling on.

Gosh, I love this girl, but damn I have a bit of headache and right now I can’t focus on her and my naughty dream of the said person.

“Whoa, whoa Lucy, calm down. Give me a minute or an hour to breathe. I have a bit of a hangover.”, I groggily said.

Lucy went into the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and some painkillers.

“Here, drink this.  It will help a bit, but you need to eat something soon, otherwise, it won’t work.”, she laughed.

I thanked her, took the painkillers, and swallowed the water in one go. Why does a hangover always come with a dry throat? Like you swallowed sand or sandpaper. 

“So, what about Mr. Hottie?” she said. 

“Just for your information,” I replied, “Mr. Hottie as you put it, is a jerk-face i***t!” I just rolled my eyes at her.

“But he is a hot jerk-face idiot.”, she replied dreamily. Clasping her hands together, smiled, and sighed breathlessly.

I got up and slowly shook my head. This girl is crazy!! What makes her think he is all that and a bag of chips. 

“What are your plans for today?”, she asked.

“Well, jerk-face i***t invited me for lunch,” I replied nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders.

“Shut up!!”, she squealed.  “Do you know, where he is taking you?”  “Do you know what you are going to wear?” “Are you going to kiss him?” “Do you think he likes you?”

All the hundred and one questions are giving me a further headache. I swear this girl's got only one thing on her mind! 

“To answer your questions, Lucy. No, no, no and I don’t think so!”, I replied while ticking the questions off my fingers.

I put my hands in hair that resembled more of a bird’s nest and just sighed. 

“You should go shower and eat breakfast.”, Lucy said.

“By the way, what are you doing here in my room?”, I asked.

“Oh, yeah, I had to come and make sure you are awake because your godmother wanted to see you.  To ask you about hottie, to ask you about jerk-face hottie, and to ask you about the jerk-face i***t hottie.”, she replied while ticking the answer off her fingers.

“Anyways, get up, because apparently it is quite urgent, and I will see you later before you leave for lunch. I will help you do your hair, for Mr. Hottie.”, she winked and walked away.  All I could do is shake my head and walked towards the bathroom for my shower.

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear chattering and a tinkling laugh.  I smiled because I knew that was my godmother and her soon to be husband sitting in the parlor.

“Morning”, I said as I walked into the parlor.  I went around to kiss my godmother and politely nodded my head towards Beau. 

“Morning, dahling.”, they both replied. “Did you sleep well?”, my godmother asked.

“Thank you, I did.”, I replied.  “Wonderful!”, my godmother replied and clasping her hands like a schoolgirl. 

I sat down, poured myself some juice, and helped myself to some scrambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms, sausage, and toast.  Happily, I start eating and closing my eyes in pleasure. I could not help but to wolf my food down.  

As I am shoving the food down my pie hole, the one and only walked in.

“Morning, everyone,” Cian said.

“Morning,” they both replied except for me.  Now how could I say morning when I have eggs in my pie hole.  I wanted to be polite on behalf of my godmother sitting there, but the food was so heavy to swallow that I coughed and spluttered some of it back onto my plate.

All eyes were on me as my face turned beet red and had to swallow some of my juice to get a clear passageway in my throat. 

Jerk-face i***t looked at me and smirked right into my face while taking a seat right next to me.

“You got something on your chin,” he said. Before I could wipe it off, he grabbed my chin and wiped it off with a napkin. Letting his fingers linger for quite a few seconds before pulling away.

If my face could turn any redder, now would be that moment.  I pretended to be interested in my godmother’s conversation but in actual fact, I could not concentrate with him sitting so close to me. I could smell his body wash from a mile away and felt like it was calling me, seducing me to come closer.  “Snap out of it!”, I reprimanded my subconscious.

“Nyxie, dahling, did you hear what I said?” My godmother asked me.

I snapped out of my reverie and turned to my godmother once more to concentrate.

“Excuse me, I am sorry, I did not catch the last part, godmother.”, I said embarrassingly.

“Not to worry, my dahling.  I said that Beau and I will be away from today onwards until some time. I will let you know.  I know that you will be returning home in a few weeks and I won’t be here to see you off.”, she said smilingly. 

“Uhm, okay.  I am sure that you would be having a wonderful time away.”, I replied back with a happy smile.  I am really happy for my godmother; she looks radiant when she is in love.

“Well, dahling, you won’t be by yourself here, even though you are more than capable to look after yourself.  Cian is also staying, maybe for a few weeks or so. 

“What!!” I exclaimed loudly. My face of pure disbelief. No, no, no, this can’t be happening!

Fuck, f**k, f**k! I mentally face palmed myself.  That wasn’t meant to come out so loudly.

My godmother and Beau looked at me in amusement and laughed a little.  “Nyxie, dahling, don’t be a little overdramatic.  I am sure you two would get along just fine.”, she said with a twinkle in her and lavishly winked at me. 

All I could reply was, “Of course.” And forced a smile on my face.

My godmother blew me kisses and she returned chatting to Beau.

“It won’t be that bad,” a voice whispered near my ear.  “You, me, we.”  I could feel the tremors rippling down my back and my legs quivered a bit.  My hands are slightly sweating but I won’t give him the satisfaction to see me disturbed and squirming.

I turned around, glared at him, and snapped, “There are no you, me, or us!” “You can go to hell for all I care!” I whisper shouted at him.

“The kitten has claws, I see…feisty. From now on I will call you, Little Miss Feisty.”, he smirked.

“You’re such a cocky i***t and there is no you or me. Get that through your thick skull.”, I said. 

“No, you or me you say, hmmm.”, as he took my forefinger and sucked it on his mouth.  I was too shocked to say anything. My mouth formed an OH as he sucked on my finger.  This beautiful i***t, with his blue eyes and his handsome body and his beautiful lips, is making me feel so hot that my core is tightening on the inside with warmth and dampness. How that is possible I don’t know.

At once I pulled my finger back and I can hear him laugh under his breath.

If a person wanted to fry an egg off my face, now would be the time to do it. 

“Oh, aren’t you two darlings going for lunch today?’, my godmother asked.

“Yes,” Cian replied. “We are going to a local restaurant or pub, just to browse around.  I do hope to see more of the town.”, he said politely and smiled at my godmother.  Flashing his oh so bright teeth and dimples. Winking at me.  I just rolled my eyes and looked the other way. 

Cian stood up and helped himself to the variety of breakfast that was laid on the trolley and on the table.  My eyes automatically followed his tall body, gracefully moving around like a smooth panther.  My eyes are glued to his well defined back and his butt looked like it was sculpted for the jeans that he was wearing.  I must say this boy-man has a definite sense of style, so more than me.  The light blue polo shirt fitted his chest well and it suits the color of his eyes.  Not to mention the dark blue jeans he is wearing.  I can definitely take a bite out of that a*s.  Trying hard not to lick my lips and moan at the sight in front of me, I did not realize that he was sitting really close to me.  

“Like, what you see?”, he asked me, lifting up one eyebrow. 

For a second I did not register what he said, but then I snapped back to reality and I replied, “No!” Not convincingly I may add as I blushed a darker shade of red.  Why is the guy making me blush so?  I am not a person to blush.  What’s wrong with you, I chided at myself.  I mentally slapped myself a ten zero to stabilize my heating cheeks. 

“Is that so?”, Cian mockingly said.  “I don’t mind you looking at me, with or without clothes.”, he breathed sexily near my ear. 

“What makes you think, I want to see you unclothed, you jerk!”, I hotly stated back.

“I know you want to, my Ms. Feisty.”, he teasingly said back.

“Don’t call me that! I am not your Ms. Feisty or anything, okay? Just eat your damn food and keep quiet.” I shook my head and continue to eat my breakfast. 

Trying not to look at him, because if I do, I might just imagine him sitting naked next to me.  Mentally, I groaned inside and tried to think of all the math problems I couldn’t do, not that I even did maths at school.  That’s how desperate I was to not think of that sexy image. Deep down inside I know that my subconscious loves the attention and the s****l bantering between the two of us.   

I lift up my glass of juice to my mouth, I noticed that he is sitting way too close to me. As I am trying to shift away from him, my elbow struck the table and my knife and fork fell from my plate to the floor, with a loud clatter. 

Immediately Max’s eyes turned to me.  “Are you okay, my dahling?’, she enquired elegantly lifting up her eyebrow.

My eyes widened at my stupidity and I hurriedly apologize to Max, “Yes, yes, I am okay.  Just a little accident.  I am so sorry.”, I replied back. I know I am a bit clumsy but bloody hell, if this stupid i***t didn’t move his chair near to mine, none of this would’ve happened.

“It’s okay Max,” Cian smirked, “I will give Nyx a hand to clean up the mess.”

“Thank you my dahling”, Max replied back with a gracious smile.

As I bent down to retrieve the knife and fork and some of the spilled egg, Cian bent down to help me.

“That’s what you get for trying to run away from me,” he chuckled.

“Well, if you had sat on you’re a*s, where you supposed to sit, none of this would’ve happened.”, I whisper-shouted back. 

“Do you kiss your godmother with that feisty mouth?”, he whisper-shouted back?

I gave him one dirty look and replied back, “My feisty mouth is reserved for you only.  You do bring out the worse in me, you jacka*s!”

“Well, we have to put that to the test.” He smirked at me.   

How I would like to wipe that smirk off his face. Before I could even throw the napkin or cutlery in his face, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. 

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that we have to put it to the test.  Might as well start now.” With that, he slanted his lips over mine, not a deep kiss but more of a sensual one.  I could feel my eyes closing on their own accord and I could swear my heart stopped for a second or two. 

I could feel his soft lips moving over mine and I can smell the orange juice on his breath.  As he nipped my bottom lip, I jumped up with a jolt and hit my head on the inside of the table. 

I opened my eyes with the revelation of where I actually was and snapped out of the lustful bubble. 

“Jerk!”, I said and furiously tried to scramble away from this hot i***t smirking at me.  As I got to my feet, I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, or was it hidden lust.  Nowadays, I don’t know what has come over me.  Shaking my head, I sat down, licked my bottom lip and top lip.  I could still feel the burning kiss of the i***t next door.  I gaze at him from my peripheral and I could swear he was half-smiling cockily at me. 

“The egg taste better off your mouth than off the plate,” he whispered as he “leaned over” to grab the salt and pepper. 

“That will be the last time that will happen,” I said, trying to sound calm and unaffected. Knowing that if he would touch my wrist, he would feel the tell-tale signs of my rapidly beating pulse.  I was a liar, liar pants on fire.  Something inside of me craved to be out.  Furiously, I wiped my mouth with the napkin as if to wipe away his touch, his scent, the memory.

“Believe me, darling, this will happen again and there will be more than just one kiss.”

What an arrogant son of a bi*ch, I thought.  Before I could reply with a snippy remark, my godmother caught my attention.

“Nyxie, dahling, could you please see me later just before lunchtime? Say around 11:30?”, my godmother requested.

“Yes, of course, godmother.”, I replied. . As we continue our breakfast, I could feel Cian moving his chair even closer to mine.  I could feel the heat radiating off him and I am trying not to close my eyes.  I feel like a moth that is drawn to a flame. 

With that he caressed my thigh with his forefinger, drawing lazy circles.  Immediately, my whole body shivered slightly, and goosebumps came out of nowhere.  My mouth opened in an OH and I immediately jumped up, flustered and said, “Now, if you will excuse me, I enjoyed breakfast, but I have a few things to do in my room.” With that, I smiled at all of them except Cian, to whom I just gave a look and walked away from the parlor. The son of a bi*ch had the audacity to wink at me when my gaze fell on him.     As I am walking, I could feel a pair of blue eyes burning a hole in my back. I must say, I think I suffer from Stockholm syndrome because I like it.  For extra emphasis, I swayed my hips seductively and knowing I am playing with fire. If he wants to play, we can play…there is something called Google right? How to get even by beating males at their own game.  Do I know what I am doing? Not a clue!! Sh*t! What have I done? As I reached my bedroom door, I released my breath which I didn’t realize that I was holding in.  Talk about scrambled eggs on legs as I sank down to sit on the floor, trying to process what just happened. This boy-man is messing with my head and my stupid body is moving like a damn marionette towards him. i***t!