To Be Yours
1231 Words
Chapter 7
Janessa's POV
“Don’t get over familiar with Mr. Caldwell, Janessa. He's not just Alesha's Dad, he's yours too.”
Mum said, a few black coils bouncing against her cheek as she pointed the plate at me.
“But you share no drop of blood. Don't go teasing a man- a single fine one. Especially now you're grown.”
My mum tells me after the Caldwell's have gone to their house. All because I fed and wiped water from Mr. G, then called him a baby.
“Mum, please, he’s practically family. You’re overthinking. If we can't trust a male family member, who can we trust?”
As I spoke, a tiny crack opened in me.
The look I saw in Graham’s face first thing this morning came back. I hated how much I loved the flutter in my stomach.
My cheeks burned.
Was that really a question with all that has gone down between him and I?
“No one baby, not in a male centered world. Men read different things into touch, baby. Promise me you won’t give him a reason.”
“Damn, mum you're crazy,” I sighed.
If only she knew. How was she so spot on about it? Did she notice something or she was just warning?
But Mr. G was trustworthy. He wasn't some woman hunting pervert. We just…happened.
“Crazy about protecting you, damn right I am. Even though he's a good man. It is what it is.” she replied, hugging me.
I hugged her back, finding comfort in her full soft curves.
“I've missed you,” we say at the same time and we laugh.
What would she think if she knew?
She looked too soft to be warning anyone- round face, brown velvet skin, calm almond eyes, full lips.
Yet somehow her words always hit.
“I can't believe my baby is so grown, graduating university in a couple of weeks. Wow.”
“So what's your final plan?” She asks.
“I'm still sourcing for external investors.” I folded my arms as we stood shoulder to shoulder.
“I'll stay back. Off campus and keep searching for vacant spaces to start my business as planned.”
I smiled as she nodded at me. “If not successful I'll come back home and recoup.” I replied.
“Don't forget to ask Mr. Graham for help, he's a real estate guru and he'd be happy to help.” She advises.
“Mum, what happened to not getting too familiar with him?” I asked, unable to look her in the eye.
“I said be careful, I didn't say burn all bridges. Girl, it's all about boundaries.” She says, laughing at me.
Yeahhh, boundaries. Wasn't that too late? Mr. G had marked me and I wanted to be his. The way he made me feel- heart and body- was out of this world.
I pictured his hands on me again. The way he smelled. The panic returned.
Not because I’d been found, but because I liked it too much. Liking it was addictive.
Just thoughts about him had me wet and pressing my thighs together.
Teasing him during lunch was empowering.
Watching him break under my touch. Having him worship me on his knees and eat me out like a feast. My God.
And those hickeys. He had given me some too. In places only I could see. We had only gone second base and I was reacting this much to him. So soon.
Later, as I laid in bed, still replaying Mum’s warning. My phone buzzed.
‘Mr. G: We need to talk. Tonight. Outside.’
No emojis. No explanation. Just that.
My heart tripped.
I stared at the screen until my chest ached.
Every part of me wanted to text back something reckless like ‘take me now’.
But I bit my lip until it hurt. I only sent one word: ‘okay.’
The air was cool when I slipped outside at night.
His SUV was parked a little away from our houses. The interior, dark except for the faint glow of the dashboard.
He didn’t look at me when I slid into the passenger seat. His big hands locked around the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him together.
The silence was heavy, suffocating. Something was up.
“You look nice,” he muttered finally, eyes still forward. His voice was rough, tired, and guilty. “Always do.”
I didn’t reply. My heart was too loud.
He exhaled, long and sharp.
“Janessa… I-” He cut himself off, rubbing his face.
“You’re young. You're beautiful, brilliant. With a whole life of opportunities before you. I’m supposed to be better than this.”
“I shouldn't have.”
I turned, studying him. The hard line of his jaw. The muscle ticking there.
The way his eyes flicked to me. Then away, like looking too long would burn him.
He kept talking, words tumbling out like rocks.
“You deserve someone who can take you out in the open without it turning into a scandal.” He licked his lips.
“Not a man hiding in the shadows, not your best friend’s father, not your father figure.”
His voice broke off, softer now. “Not me.”
Every word felt like a slap.
But underneath, the truth was written all over him. His breathing. Trembling hands. How he stole glances at me.
“Then why,” I whispered, facing him fully, “do you keep looking at me like that?”
“Why did you call me your Goddess? Worshipping me like one? Kissing me? Eating me out like I was your favorite meal? Making me c*m?”
He froze. Our eyes locked.
Heat exploded in the tiny space between us.
His hand twitched like he wanted to reach for me and kiss me till I couldn't breathe. But he stopped himself.
His veins only made his hands more attractive.
“Janessa,” he groaned, voice thick. “Don’t-”
I swallowed, my chest rising and falling too fast.
The car smelled like him. My whole body ached to climb into his lap. Grind on his d**k. Kiss him silly.
“You don’t even hear yourself, do you? Telling me I deserve someone else, when you’re the one who can’t keep your eyes off me. When you-”
I caught myself. But the words slid out anyway. Dangerous. “When you’ve made me feel what no one else has.”
He flinched. His knuckles went white around the wheel.
I pressed on. “Do you regret it?”
His head turned finally, sharply, his eyes blazing into mine. “Every damn minute.” His voice cracked. “Because I want more.”
Silence. His breathing heavy, ragged. My pulse everywhere.
I almost laughed- bittersweet. I almost told him to stop lying to himself.
But I stayed still. Watching. Waiting. I knew better. I couldn't make him do what he couldn't. Didn't want to.
He slammed a palm against the wheel, head dropping forward.
When he lifted it again, his eyes were fire and misery all
at once.
“This…” he said, voice low, raw. “This has to stop.”
His words cracked the air open like lightning.
And just like that, my whole world tilted.
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