VJ

17 - Stalker in my room

Chloe

I make my way back to my room after grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen and drinking it down in one. The fact I can hear Max and Daisy screwing in their room makes me groan to myself.

Ironic, right?

I find the things I want to hear hard. The things I don’t want to hear it’s like, I’m not deaf at all.

I feel bad for Max and Daisy; they’re in love, and I feel like I’m in the way being here. They don’t have any privacy with me here. They have to wait until the middle of the damn night when I’m asleep to be intimate with each other. I think it’s time I looked at my living arrangements. Because seriously, if I can hear them the way I can, they must be really loud.

I close my bedroom door and lock it before sinking down onto the edge of my bed. My eyes suddenly widen as a hand slams over my mouth. Sure, I felt the bed dip behind me, but it happened so fast I couldn’t open my mouth to scream fast enough.

How the hell did anyone get in my room?

How the hell didn’t I... Oh, the figure at the end of my bed, he really was there. I claw at his hand, trying to get him to let me go. But the truth is, he’s not holding me down in any way, and I can breathe just fine. His hand is over my mouth to stop me from screaming, but I could get away from him if I tried.

So why don’t I?

Because, deep down, I know who has ahold of me; I can smell his aftershave. It’s not a smell I’m ever going to forget: Woodsy, the wind through the trees, all man.

“I’m gonna move my hand. Don’t scream.”

I nod my head in agreement. He removes his hand, and I turn to face him. I watch as he leans over and turns on the nightlight beside my bed.

Yeah, yeah, laugh, I have a nightlight like a child, so what?

I have many boogie men that haunt me at night.

He turns to look at me. God, he’s handsome. I notice he’s not wearing his cut or jeans; he’s also barefoot.

What the fuc.k?

How the hell did he get inside my house?

And just how long had he been here?

Was he watching me sleep like some weird stalker?

And why is he almost naked but for his boxers and t-shirt?

Furthermore, how the hell did he even get in here?

Because it’s obvious, Max doesn’t know. He wouldn’t be in his room fuckin.g Daisy like a wild beast in the night if he knew VJ was in my room.

“What are you doing in my room? And why are you dressed like that? How did you even get in?”

He smirks. That smirk will be my undoing.

VJ reaches for me, grabbing me before I can get away from him. He pulls me onto his lap, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

Why does this feel so right?

How can I want to be with him like this when I know we’ll never be more than this?

“I have a key,” VJ smirks.

Of course he does!

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again.” Not like this anyway.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?”

VJ smiles, and it’s so genuine that it makes my heart beat quickly in my chest. “You. You’ve been what’s on my mind, Chloe. I don’t know what it is you’re doing to me. I don’t understand this.”

I swallow hard.

He doesn’t understand what he’s feeling, but I don’t know what I’m feeling, so how can I expect him to?

VJ tucks my hair behind my ear, eyes locked with mine the whole time. His thumb strokes over my earhole, and his eyes suddenly narrow. I realize he’s touching my hearing aid inside my ear with his thumb and wondering what it is.

I push his hand away and pull my hair over my ear. I don’t know why I’m embarrassed that he knows, but I feel it.

“What was that?” I try to pull away from him because being this close to him is dangerous. However, he holds me around the waist tighter. “Talk to me, Chloe.”

I swallow hard, my eyes on his shoulder rather than his face. I have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, but I find that when people realize I am deaf, they treat me differently. I don’t even know VJ, but I want to. Maybe I’m crazy, but I can’t help it. Also, I don’t want him to treat me like there’s something wrong with me. But I will not lie either.

“I’m deaf, VJ. What you felt is my hearing aid. I have them in both ears.”

“You’re deaf?”

I nod. “I thought Max or someone would have told you.”

“No. No one said anything. I’m usually good at detecting these things.” He ponders. “But I never would have guessed because you don’t sound deaf.”

I bite my lower lip while looking at his chest. VJ tips my head up with his knuckles under my chin. We lock eyes. He has beautiful, deep blue eyes.

“It doesn’t bother me that you’re deaf, Chloe. It bothers me that I didn’t notice or that no one mentioned anything, but it doesn’t matter at the end of the day.”

“But you see me differently.” It’s not a question; I’m just used to it.

“No.” He chuckles. “Of course, I don’t. Being deaf is not a disease, Chloe. Even I know that. You can’t hear without those aids, but that doesn’t make you different in my eyes. But I do have a couple of questions. You act like you can hear me when I talk.”

“With the hearing aids, I can hear. Not as well as you can, but I can hear some. I know what your voice sounds like: deep, husky, demanding.”

He chuckles, and it makes me smile. I really like him. I know I don’t know much about VJ other than what others have told me. However, I see so much more in him than he believes of himself.

“Okay, you can hear a little with the aids, but how can you talk so well if you’re deaf? Call me ignorant, but I thought deaf people couldn’t speak without sounding as though they were deaf.”

I chuckle a little. I’ve heard that question more than once since losing my hearing.

“I wasn’t always deaf, VJ. I lost my hearing when I was twenty.”

“Four years ago?”

I nod and continue. “I was sick with a fever. The doctor said I had meningitis. I was so very ill, VJ. My parents thought at one point that I’d die. I didn’t, obviously, but it took my hearing. I’m not profoundly deaf. As I said, I can hear slight noises without the aids. But the aids help me hear more, which, to be honest, isn’t much anymore. I could lose my hearing fully eventually. I’ve been offered cochlear implants,”

“What are those?”

“They’re special electronic aids that are implanted,” I point from my ear to my head while explaining how cochlear implants work and how they’d be attached to my head. VJ listens without interrupting once.

When I’m done, he asks, “Why haven’t you gone down that route? Surely you’d want to be able to hear as you once did?”

I bite my lower lip. I am embarrassed by what I’m about to tell him, but I know VJ won’t be satisfied with a lie. Besides, I’m not much of a liar. This man seems, to me, the kind who would easily tell a lie from the truth. He also strikes me as the kind of man who hates liars; he’d force me to tell him the truth.

So, what’s the point of making up some lie just to be forced to tell him the truth in the end anyway?

Why would I even want to lie?

Because I’m embarrassed?

Ridiculous.

“I can’t afford them, VJ. My insurance doesn’t cover both the operation and aftercare. There’s hearing therapy to think about and so much more. My parents offered to remortgage their house, but I won’t let them do that. My parents are already in their sixties. They worked their whole lives to be able to pay off their house. I couldn’t do that to them, and I won’t let anyone else pay my way either.”

VJ strokes my face with the back of his hand. I don’t know what he’s thinking; I can’t read him.

“Do you want the operation, Chloe?”

I want the operation more than anything in this world. I miss being able to hear like everyone else, not that I would be able to hear like everyone else. The implant isn’t a fix for my deafness, but with audiology therapy, it will help immensely.

But at the same time, if I never get the operation, it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. I will because I’m strong. Losing my hearing, ultimately will hurt. I’ll cry for a while, but I will survive it and carry on with my life because Max and my parents have shown me that I can live a full life without hearing. I didn’t lose everything; I’m still me.

However, I feel awful that I kept the truth from VJ. But I honestly never thought I’d see him again after that night. I don’t tell people upon first meeting them that I’m deaf. Of course, if we become friends, I tell them.

“One day, maybe.” I shrug. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was deaf the night we met. It’s not something I bring up immediately because people never notice unless I point it out. I didn’t tell you because you made me feel normal.”

“I’m usually good at reading people,” VJ chuckles. “I didn’t notice a damn thing when it came to you. I should have when we spent the whole night together. Okay, I noticed you looking at my mouth the night we met. But the music was loud, and I also thought you wanted to kiss me.”

We both laugh because I did want to kiss him. But I was reading his lips, though VJ wasn’t to know.

“I don’t know, Chloe. When it comes to you, you throw me off my game, and that is a dangerous thing.”

I swallow hard. “Why?”

I’m waiting for VJ to say something, to answer me. I thought he would have more questions. People usually have more questions, but VJ doesn’t say a word. What he does is kiss the shi.t out of me to the point I’m grinding my puss.y against his erectio.n. Oh yeah, he’s rock-hard.

Is that normal after everything I’ve just told him?

“I want to be normal,” I confess.

“You are normal, Chloe.”

I blink at him, then smile. VJ makes me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. He kisses me again, and I can’t help moaning into his mouth. My fingers slide into his hair. His lips attack my neck, and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head. When VJ touches me, my whole body sprouts goosebumps, every vein pounds, and every muscle tightens.

I moan loudly. God, it feels so good when he touches me. I’m soaked, my puss.y is throbbing, and I whimper when VJ lifts me off of him just enough to strip my clothes from my overly heated body. I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow! It was bad enough the morning after our night together, even more problematic the morning after that because of what we did at the clubhouse.

Now this?

So much for him not sleeping with the same woman more than once!

VJ’s coc.k is enormous, my puss.y isn’t, and he likes to pound the shi.t out of me. But I shouldn’t complain; he’s a very attentive lover.

VJ pulls me back down in his lap, fingers stroking through my wet folds. Every inch of me is aching to feel him inside of me. I grind against him, feeling his fingers inside of me, pushing me higher.

“VJ, please. Please, I need you inside me.”

I don’t need all this teasing; I’m so turned on already that I’m seconds away from cumming like a steam train against his hand.

VJ chuckles deep in his throat and finger-fuck.s me harder, so hard I scream through the sudden orgas.m that rips through me.

I haven’t even come down from it when I feel him slam right inside of me so hard my eyes seem to be stuck at the back of my head. I ride VJ hard and fast, fuckin.g him the way I want him to fuc.k me. He’s groaning, biting at my skin, taking me higher.

He grabs my ass in his hands and thrusts upwards faster, harder. I’m whimpering, calling out his name, screaming for him to fuc.k me harder. He does, so hard I’m cumming on his coc.k harder than I ever thought possible, and I can’t even breathe! I’m on cloud nine, bones like jelly when he floods my body with his seed.

I have so many questions in my head.

Did he wear a condom?

He didn’t last time. He did ask if I was on birth control the first time, which I am. I’m guessing that gave him a free pass to ejaculate inside of me each time we have se.x.

I lay my head on VJ’s shoulder and let him hold me close to him for a few minutes. VJ may not feel what others do, but I know he wants to if the way he’s holding me is anything to go by, at least. He’s holding me so tenderly it almost makes me cry. No one has ever held me like this before. A man who doesn’t understand emotions is holding me like he feels everything for me.

I wrap my arms around his back. I could love this man. I could fall so hard for him. However, I know that it would be dangerous. Dangerous to my heart and mind. Even my very soul.

Don’t be a fool, Chloe. This is all about se.x. It’s all it will ever be. Something you’ve feared for over a year. If nothing else, this man will show you the joy of se.x all over again. When it ends, pray your heart is still intact.

Not likely, but I’ll try.