Chapter 51 Find Out Problem
Sarah
"One hundred percent." He replied.
"Give me more water, please." I pleaded.
"Perhaps something stronger?" He mischievously asked.
"No! Of course not! And I won't touch another drop of alcohol." I replied.
"Right now." He said.
I drink another glass. “Maybe I should make you some chamomile tea? Do you have any?”
“I’ll send a security guard to the store.” He replied.
“No, that’s not necessary. I’ll just pull myself together and calm down.” I'm ashamed.
Marcus sits down across from me, studying me with a fixed gaze, while I read the test results. Indeed, the relationship was confirmed. All the necessary stamps and signatures are there.
“Kate have a mother, a father?” My eyes begin to water. I look at him with a tearful, saddened gaze.
“Yes. Of course… Mr White and I are on good terms.” I said.
“Then… then why did they abandon me?” Resentment chokes me from within. It tears my soul apart. It tears my heart out.
I turn away as tears start to stream down my cheeks. I don't want Shawn to see them.
"Are you crying?" I shook my head. It's hard to speak now; my chin is trembling.
A warm hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing. Before I can react, I'm lifted from my chair. A second later, I'm in Shawn's lap. He's hugging me tightly... A hot whisper caresses my ear: "Don't, we'll figure it out," he promises me in a soothing tone.
He buries his nose in my hair, rubbing against it, sending hot waves of goosebumps from the back of my neck to my toes. God, I'm hooked on this man, like a drug. It's so nice to feel his body, his warmth. My thoughts immediately become clear as crystal.
"You smell delicious." Shawn's hands come to life and begin to roam freely over my figure. Stroking, squeezing, caressing. A languid tension quickly builds in my lower abdomen.
I want him to keep going... I've missed these touches. Yes, I really have. I didn't realize how quickly I've become attached to them.
Shawn's palms creep and dive under my blouse. Soft fingers touch my body, glide higher, caressing me like a velvety rose petal. I almost moan, throwing my head back, because I instantly feel his considerable hardness between my legs.
Shawn's cock is pressing against my ass!
No!
I have to stop... I have to. Until his hands reached my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples.
"Shawn..." I moan hoarsely, shifting on his lap.
"F-fuck..." a spicy exhalation follows on my neck. His lips paused on my carotid artery. He almost licked me there, but suddenly stopped, clenching his jaw.
"We need to stop." I suggested.
"But you're so... delicious." He rocked me on top of him, pushing his cock deeper into the hollow of my ass.
"P-please," I breathe intermittently, "we have to keep...Keep your distance.”
"I can't tear myself away from you," he finally covered my breasts with his palms, massaging them, licking the pulsing vein on my neck.
I cover his hands with mine, stopping him: "Stop."
With a low sigh, he releases my breasts, adjusts my blouse, and turns me to face him. A few strands of hair fall into my eyes; he catches them with his fingers and pushes them aside, tucking them behind my ear: "Well, I have to go. I need to call Kate and White," there's a hint of steel in his voice. "We need to find out why you became homeless."
He picks me up, rises from the chair, holding me in his arms, and then places me back on the chair, but first, letting go. "I don't really want to meet them, really."
"Don't worry," he runs his finger briefly across my chin, still gazing greedily at my lips... "Everything will be fine."
For some reason, I want to trust him. I feel calm with HIM. He's the only one who's supported me and made me feel needed. I feel safe with him. Perhaps my first impression of him was wrong. He never ceases to amaze me.
"See you tonight." Turning around, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt, he leaves the kitchen. I chew my lips nervously, watching him go, admiring his toned, striking figure. I have a feeling this day will be stressful...
Work wasn't going well, I was getting sleepy. Everything was falling apart, and a terrible fatigue had overwhelmed my body. I slept a little, but I still didn't feel refreshed. The upcoming meeting with my sister and parents was to blame.
More than anything, I was afraid that they wouldn't accept me. They would mock me and treat me like trash. I don't know why I had these thoughts. Probably because we are too different. I keep replaying Kate's conversation in my head, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
She didn't like me, she even called me names. Maybe I'm just overreacting. And her heated words are simply a reaction to the shock. After all, everyone handles stress differently. Perhaps when we meet again, she'll treat me more warmly.
I turn off the stove and remove the fragrant pilaf from the burner. Before I can savor the magnificent aroma of my favorite dish, I hear the click of the lock, followed by footsteps. Shawn is back.
I turn around, and my gaze immediately falls on the beautiful light lilac bag Shawn is holding with the logo of a famous brand. The bag is quite large and catches my attention.
"Good evening!" the devil greets, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Damn, he knows how to smile sexy. I'm blinded by that charming, yet slightly icy smile. "I brought you a gift, new clothes. You have a problem with that."
Wow!
His statement surprised me. A gift? Clothes? Why on earth? Is he still trying to make amends?
"You shouldn't have," I say, spreading my hands absentmindedly, blushing.
I'm wearing a crimson apron with white polka dots right now. And I'm all scented with aromatic spices, meat, homemade food.