Part 16
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I sense Louis' uneasiness as my car pulls into my house driveway. He keeps shifting on his seat once in a while. He even looks away every time I direct my glance at him.
"Is everything okay?" I ask him.
"Yes, it is." He looks down, feeling ashamed that I notice his nervous state.
"I don't like liars. You look uneasy. Why?" I sound a little stern.
"Sorry. It's just... uh..." He tries to find the right words to describe his current feeling. "I'm not used to come over friend's house, even Tim's. So, I think, I just have no idea how to... uh... simply act." His face flushes from embarrassment. "Moreover, I never know that your house is a... freaking castle. God knows how respectable your parents are. And to know that I'm about to set my insignificant foot on their place, I just... don't know how I am supposed to behave."
I know very well about Louis having a self-confidence issue, but I never thought it was this bad. Seriously, does he even know what pride is? "Your anxiety is very unnecessary."
"But-"
"I know what's good for you." I cut his sentence before he manages to continue. "That's why I bring you here instead of your house. I will never put you in any difficult situations. Do you trust me?"
He thinks about it for a while and finally nods. "Yes. I do. I'm sorry."
"Don't say sorry. Just listen to me when I tell you what to do and don't. Can you remember that, Lou?" I throw him a side glance and calm him with a smile.
"Yes... uh... I think I can." He blushes a little. I know how charming I look when I smile.
Then I reach out to him and starts stroking his black hair softly. "Even if my parents are around, I still wouldn't want you to act out just to impress them. I want you to be yourself."
"Your parents aren't at home?"
I shake my head. "They passed away five years ago."
"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." We both get out of the car after I park my car in the garage. I lead him inside the house. Half-dragging him since he looks very nervous upon entering the living area.
"Master Young, you're home." Ellie welcome me with a little surprised expression. Probably didn't expect me to come home this early. Then she shifts her gaze to Louis. "Sir, are you injured?"
"Oh, please just call me Louis. And I'm fine. Really." Louis replies quickly.
"Ellie, I want orange juice to be delivered to my room." I distract her from observing Louis.
"Yes, Sir. I'll get it. And you Master Louis, what would you like to have?" She asks Louis.
"Just Louis please. And anything would do, I guess."
"Anything?" Ellie seems confused.
"Well, maybe anything with vanilla." Louis says nervously.
I roll my eyes at the scene. "Just get him vanilla milkshake." I order.
As Ellie rushes to the kitchen, I bring Louis upstairs, still half-dragging him.
"I told you to stop acting like you are less than anybody. Have pride, Lou. Gosh, you don't even have a gut to tell people about what you want, even if it's just a f*cking drink."
Once we reach the master bedroom, I let go off his hand and start browsing through my wardrobe to find something for him to wear.
"I have nothing to be proud of anyway." He mumbles softly.
My hands stop searching. And then I face Louis to hear him better. "What?"
"I don't think I have something to be proud of, William."
"You say that once again, I swear I will slap you, Lou." I try to suppress my anger. "You hurt me by saying that, you know? You said you won't talk bad about yourself anymore, and yet you did it again."
Realizing he has broken his promise, he looks down. Refusing to look at me in the eye. "I'm so sorry. I..."
I cup his face and lift it. "I know it's hard. But you have to trust me when I say you are just perfect. Is that understood?"
He searches my eyes. And when he is sure he can only find honesty in them, he nods slowly. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"Don't say sorry when you know you're just going to repeat the same mistake over and over again."
"No. I won't. I promise! You can... you can even slap me if I do it again." Half-begging, he's asking me to trust his words.
I stare at him closely with a sad expression. Still holding his face with both of my hands. "Do you think it pleases me to hurt you? To see you hurt? Do you know how hard that is for me?" A deep sad tone is finding its way through my voice. "Just please don't make me do it. Okay, Baby?"
He blushes furiously at his new nick name. And then he nods, hoping it would shake off the crimson flush. "Yes. Thank you, William. You are so good to me."
"Now you need to take a bath and tend those bruises." I get back to the wardrobe and grab a baby blue T-shirt which I don't remember owning. I hand it to him along with clean black skinnies. "You can use my bathroom here. Small medical kit is also available inside one of the cabinets there." I point at the door of the connected bathroom.
"Okay." With that, he enters the bathroom. Just when I hear the water starts, there's a knock on my door.
"Sir, your drinks." It's Ellie.
"Come in."
She opens the door with a small tray on her hand. After putting the drinks on the small table, she excuses herself. I drink the juice until half of it left. Then I check my phone to see if there's any unanswered calls or anything. I've got two texts from Ivan and Mikey.
Forget my last question. Just call me if you need me. -Ivan
Yesterday was fun. It would be great if we hang out more often. -Mikey
Sensing how big their self-confidences are, I can't help thinking back about Louis. He is quite the opposite. Louis doesn't even think he is worthy. I used to disgust that kind of people. But this time it's different. You heard him back then, right? He is giving me a total control over himself. Letting me tell him what to do and don't. He is even ready for the consequences if he doesn't listen to me. And that makes me feel really great. This control over him is a real huge spoil for me. I crave the feeling of it. I should make him mine.
After a while, Louis emerges from the bathroom. His hair is still a bit damp. And with those black skinnies and tight V-neck baby blue t-shirt, he looks so damn adorable. Very edible. I lick my bottom lip unconsciously. "How are you now?"
"Cool." He smirks. "Literally."
Chuckling a little, I hold out my hand to him. He moves towards me and take my hand. I gesture him to sit beside me on the edge of my bed.
"Had a nice bath?" I ask. Those small cuts on his forehead and bottom lip are no longer visible now unless you put a really good look on them.
"Yes. The tub is awesome. I enjoyed it very much. I could spend a whole day soaking myself in it." He says cheerfully.
I laugh at that. "Why not? You can use it anytime you want."
"Really?" His eyes widen.
I just nod.
Then silence takes over for few seconds before he speaks again. "William."
"Hm?" I stare at his beautiful blue eyes. Still holding his hand.
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Why do you ask? Do you think I have some motives?" Confusion runs thick in my question.
"No, not that. I just don't know what I've done to deserve such kindness."
"You've done nothing. You're just being who you are and I like that. I like you."
He becomes speechless while his cheeks turn pinkish. "I... uh... You're kidding, right?"
I fondle his cheek softly. "No, I'm not, Baby. I really like you."
We are staring at each other for a moment before crushing our lips together. Oh, gosh, I can finally taste his lips. They're more delicious than I've ever imagined. I just can't stop myself from licking and sucking them over and over again. Slowly, I bring his body down so that he is laying on bed. I use one hand for my support. I poke the gap between his lips with my tongue, demanding entry. He grants it immediately. And while our tongues brush one another, my other hand strokes his clothed thigh. He pants heavily between our wet kisses.
I can't hold it anymore. I have to make him mine. Then I move my hand up to his crotch. Giving enough pressure to the growing bulge between his thighs. He starts moaning lewdly as I lick and kiss his sensitive ear.
"William uh... we... we need to... stop nhh-" He manages to say a full sentence.
But I keep going. I kiss his exposed neck and suck it gently. Leaving a mark that looks so hot on his porcelain skin. "Please, Baby. I really want you." I murmur huskily at his ear. Guiding his hand to my clothed hard on so that he knows how badly I want this.
"No uh... we have to hmph-"
I kiss him again. Attacking his delicious lips with a demanding force. My hand moves back to grope his bulge. I know he feels very hot now. So, I start to unzip his pants.
"St- Stop..." He shoves my body away. "Please stop, William." He gets up into sitting position. "We... we need to cool down." He is still panting heavily. And I can see his body is trembling wildly.
My facial expression goes cold as I get up from bed. I quickly pull some clothes from my wardrobe and silently walk into the bathroom.
Shitshitshit!
F*cking b***h!
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- Writer
