CHAPTER 4
1175 Words
I woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. As I thought about the previous day's events, my mind kept returning to the drive with Asher.
He had been so kind to help I and my mother, just like when we were kids. I remember how beautiful his car was - the back seat was designed in a rich brown leather.
"Good morning, mom," I say to my mom, giving her a kiss on her cheeks.
"Morning, dear," Mom replies smiling.
"When are we going to the Black's house?" I ask, picking a mug that already had coffee in it.
"Around 11," Mom replied, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We've still got two hours left for us."
Lucia looked out the window at the bright blue sky and the trees, tall buildings scattered all over the city, She felt her whole body come at peace.
Even though I wasn't certain about my feelings for Asher again, I felt strangely at ease.
We knocked at the front door of the Black's home.
"Come in" Asher's mom greets, opening their front door for me and Mom. We walked inside keeping our shoes at their shoe counter where others were kept..
" We've got a busy day ahead of us, the old curtains need to be changed and the guest room cleaned, Jack is coming over " Mrs Black explained the schedule for Mom.
I have absolutely hated Jack since I was a kid. It became worse when I was a teenager and he started dropping perverted remarks here and there, making me feel absolutely horrid.
" Lucia could you help me get Asher to come down to the family room, it's urgent" Mrs Black, turns to me, with a soft smile.
"Yeah sure why not" I nodded, dropping my bag on the floor, before proceeding to go to Asher's room.
I walked through the flight of stairs and stopped at the big black door. "Asher" I whispered, not wanting to wake him up if he's sleeping.
" Come in" he whispers back, earning a chuckle from me.
I walked into his room, my eyes taking in everything. There wasn't really much of the room, maybe because it wasn't his house rather his parents and he rarely visited them.
I looked to the left and that's when I saw it. That portrait, that portrait that made my heart seize whenever I looked at it.
When you look at the picture, it seems as if he's looking right at you, and that gives me the chills. "Are you done I raping my portrait" he smirked, standing from his bed.
" So sorry, I just wanted to inform you that your parents need your presence at the family room" I informed them.
I was about to walk out of the room, when he called me back. "Could you help me with something?" he asked.
"yeah sure" I replied waiting for his request.
"Could you help me tell them that they shouldn't stress me, that I've had enough stress already to last me eternity?" he says before laying down on his bed.
"Don't you think you should do that? " I asked, feeling a bit unsure if I should do it.
"yeah I probably should " he sighs, " are u still busy for that dinner date, or lunch date?" He blurts out.
I could feel his heavy stare on me. "I'm a little bit busy, sorry I can't" I lied once again, fidgeting with my fingers.
"Why don't you want to let me in again? " he asked, totally catching me off guard. "What do you mean?" I asked, feeling all of a sudden.
"Come here" he says in a slightly deeper voice. For some weird reason, I didn't know what controlled me or maybe it was the way he looked at me but I felt my legs moving to where he layed.
He sat up, and looked at me "We used to be close, Lucia, what happened to us" he blurted out.
I quickly avoided eye contact with him. "Time changed Asher, we grew up, we have a lot of things on our mind at this stage of our life" I explained.
"We can always start again " He stated, the tension was so thick that it could be sliced with a knife.
"Thank you but no… those times have long gone. For now you're just my mom's boss child" I stand up but he grabs my arm.
"Lu, do you find me attractive?" He asked, suddenly standing up, and slowly creeped up to where I stood.
"I've no idea" I answered, his tall height quickly towered over my short ass height.
" Just answer the damn question, do you or you not? " he whispered, his eyes stalking my every move.
" Yeah I can't lie, yeah I do find you attractive, like how half the female population of this earth probably does" I finally answered, I could feel his body heat only a few spaces away.
"Then why are you denying this feeling? " he started looking at me.
" What feeling?" I asked, faking confusion. "No matter what you say, I see that look in your eyes whenever you see me, but yet I still wonder why you're pushing away that feeling" he asked.
He placed his hands at the wall that was behind me, totally caging me, I couldn't move. I looked at his eyes, want and desire flashed in them. He leaned his head close to mine, eyes looking at my lips. My breath held as he moved his lips to mine.
As he pressed me against the unyielding wall, the tension in the room crackled with an undeniable attraction. Our heartbeats synced, a rhythm of desire that threatened to engulf us both. His magnetic gaze bore into mine, and I felt the intensity of his want wash over me like a tidal wave of longing.
I couldn't help but be drawn into the magnetic pull of his eyes, which seemed to hold secrets and promises. Every inch of my skin tingled with anticipation as he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing my earlobe. His lips, so close to mine, sent shivers down my spine, and I could taste the sweet torment of what was about to happen.
Time stood still as his lips brushed against mine, a gentle exploration that ignited a fire within. Our bodies pressed together, an electrifying connection that left us breathless. The world outside faded into oblivion, and it was just the two of us, lost in the intoxicating dance of desire.
But just as our lips met in a fervent kiss, the door to the room burst open, shattering the moment like fragile glass. We were abruptly torn apart, our hearts racing with a mixture of anticipation and the fear of discovery. Little did we know that this interruption would set in motion a chain of events that would lead us down a pat
h of intrigue, passion, and secrets that neither of us could have ever imagined.
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