His Lips

EPISODE 9

"Are you done yet?" Calvin asks, a light knock on the door. I jump slightly in the shower, glad he didn't knock earlier. I shiver, thinking of what happened just now. Was it right? Oh well, no time for regrets now...

"Almost!" I shout, fiddling with the switch to turn off the warm water.

"Okay," he says, and I hear him leave. I let out a sigh of relief as I leap out, putting on a soft towel on me. I walk out and find him sitting on the bed. "Hey," he says, observing my body. I blush.

"Um, hi..." I giggle nervously. I want to ask him to leave so I can change but I don't want to sound rude. I guess he senses my nervousness so he chuckles slightly and stands up.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says, and as he walks towards my back, he grips slightly my a*s.

"Oh!" I gasp, and he chuckles again. I blush even harder. He enters the bathroom and shuts the door. I continue changing.

I don't know what I should wear, and I'm afraid I'll pick the wrong outfit choice. Maybe I should wear something simple? I grab a not-to-short crop top and some jeans. I brush my brown hair, and decide to braid it. Once I'm finished, Calvin comes out, his bottom part all covered up but his gorgeous upper body, including his delicious abs, are uncovered.

He notices me staring and smiles. He passes by me and observes me. "You look cute," he says, playing with my braid, his hot, wet body pressing against my back. I bite my lip. You literally just had s*x with Zack, I reproach myself.

"Thanks. Do you think it's good enough for your parents?"

"F**k them, as long as you're comfortable, wear what you like," he says. I smile, and hug him.

Suddenly, someone knocks on the door. I recognize Thalia's sultry voice. "Um, master, your parents are here!" I hear. I tense, not liking the seducing nickname.

"That b**ch," I blurt out, and he lets out a laugh, hugging me tightly.

"Jealous much?" He asks, and I punch him playfully. He presses a kiss on my lips. "I'd never cheat on you," he promises, and suddenly I feel really guilty. I just did.

"I know," I respond. "Act like you want her," I whisper, and his eyes go wide.

"What?!"

"Act like I'm not in here, just answer her seducingly!" I dare. He chuckles but nods.

He holds in a long breath and lets it out slowly. He quickly changes, before speaking. "Really? So unfortunate, I was hoping for some time alone with you before they came!" he says, and I'm soprosed at how good he can act. He winks at me.

I hear her gasp slightly. "W-what about your wife?"

"Oh... Rose?" he says, in a disgusted tone. "Ah, she doesn't matter, baby. She's out right now!"

"Ah! Well, then..." I hear her press against the door. "Let me in, daddy. Control me, dominate me!"

Calvin stifles a laugh, but opens the door, blocking Thalia's vision of the room, so she can only see his face. "Very well..." he says, with a smirk.

"Oh... daddy!" I hear her say, with a moan. I gasp slightly as she tries to grab his m*mber, and that's when I intervene.

"Hello, b*tch!" I greet her, and slap her. She gasps.

"Huh?!"

"I can't believe you fell for it!" Calvin laughs, and I watch giggling as Thalia turns red. "Anyway," Calvin says, wiping away a stray tear, "I would fire you, but then you could start some nasty rumors..." He presses against Thalia's ear. "Stay in the kitchen, love."

She opens her mouth to protest, and I'm afraid she'll quit, but nods. She storms off, finally noticing who is his wife... even if she's also a wh**e like her. I shudder. I have to pick one.

"Anyway, they're here, so we better get down," Calvin says, and I nod. I grab his arm, and then look down as we walk downstairs. Both his parents are dressed formally, in contrast to my top and jeans, and Calvin's GUCCI shirt and jeans.

"Hello, mother, father," Calvin greets. They nod, waiting for me.

"Good evening," I chirp.

They both nod at me, and Henry even smiles at me. Anastasia, on the other hand, looks at me with beady eyes and a disgusted look. What? Is she still angry because of the slapping incident? Woman, you don't even know what happened after that!

I ignore her gaze and settle down on the table, admiring on how quickly Calvin pulls the chair for me. I give him a grateful smile, and sit down. Meals begin to pour in, and although I don't know the proper etiquette, Calvin helps by sweetly demonstrating by helping my hands. He's so sweet, gently grabbing my hands and helping. I blush.

He does this until we get to desert, where Henry nor Anastasia have spoken. I think Calvin's used to this, because he seems quite comfortable this way, but for me it's kind of strange. I'm used to the chattering of my family, even if it was Daddy's complaints on how there was too much salt and Mommy's on how we needed to find me a rich man, and Jason's coughing and him telling jokes...

At least we're all not eating some beans and rice, at least we have a grand course meal in front of us. I smile to myself, thanking God and Calvin for giving me a chance.

"So," Henry finally speaks up, probably tired of the awkward silence, I guess. "When are you two having the grand church wedding?"

Calvin literally chokes on his wine, and I stifle a scream. "Uhm... didn't we already to the civil wedding, father?" Calvin says. "What's the point, if my dear wife and I don't need the attention," he says.

I hear Anastasia nod in approval. "Yes, you're right. Why let the people see... such a couple," she says, smirking at me. I try to hide my embarrasment but it's hard.

"We just don't have the time!" I spit out.

"Ah, but you do! Just for a day, we do all the preparations and you two just show up!" Henry suggests, and Calvin and I look at each other warily. "I-I've always wanted a grand church wedding, a traditional one..." he says, looking down. I don't know if it's his dad puppy pose or Anastasia's angry glare at us for making her husband sad... probably the second choice, anyway.

"We'll do it!" I yell, and Calvin seems suprised, but goes along.

"Y-yes... We will have a traditional wedding."