Chapter 33 A WRONG OUTBURST.
33.
~KIMBERLY~
I freaked out. I messed up. Why did I bail out in the middle of a make out session?
He looked pissed and so out of it the moment I told him I should probably leave.
But what was going on in our head when we decided to have sex? I must be crazy, totally crazy to think something like that is supposed to even exist between us.
Hauling myself against the bed, I groaned into the sheets, my core still acting from his finger thrusting in and out of me.
It was the sweetest activity I'd ever experienced in my life because I once tried fingering myself and I ended up bruising my labia which hurt for days.
Rafael was so patient and attentive to me, not caring about me pleasuring him or anything and thinking about it now, it's stupid I left.
"Shit." I cursed, picking up my phone beside the bed lamp and called Cora.
After the second ring, she picked up."Hey." She croaks out in a cold tone.
"Are you okay?"
She chuckles over the phone, making me take a deep breath of relief."I was okay until you woke me up from sleep."
"I needed to talk to you, I'm sorry I woke you up."
"It's fine, Kim. Is there something wrong?" Cora asks, stifling a yawn.
I twist my lips a bit, hesitation pinches my mouth but I already made the call, I should spill it before she finds out.
"It's about Rafael." I mumble. The line goes silent for a bit.
"You always talk about him." Cora points out in a playful tone.
"We had a little make out, and I ran off, because I was scared."
The interval of silence stretches more this time around, I want to break it by blabbering and yapping irrelevant things to ease the tension but I know it's better for me to just seal my lips shut.
"Why did you run away?" Cora finally asks, her tone exceptionally normal and not freaked out like me.
She should probably be angry that I'm getting in bed with the son of the man who made our lives hell but she's so nonchalant about it.
"Are you not angry that I blurred the lines with him after I promised you that I won't?" I blurt, diverting the discussion to another direction.
Cora sighs softly."You're a grown up, Kim. Why should I be angry for the choices you made to make our lives better? And why should I be mad that you can't keep your attraction from the man you've written off as a forbidden fruit."
Her description of Rafael makes me laugh, I press my lips together, scared of eating my words.
Because I promised her profusely that I won't have anything impersonal to do with Rafael as long as we don't have any audience, but this man just explored my body in a way I never imagined.
"Because he's forbidden. And I hate it."
"Does he remind you of Frederick? Because to be honest, the few days I spent in his house, I didn't have those nightmares that left me exhausted and it scared me, but he's nothing like his father. I think you should live a little, Kim."
"It's not that easy, it's not that easy becoming vulnerable with someone like that. We're so out of each other's leagues."
"You will find a balance, even if you guys don't end up together, you won't break the marriage up as enemies, it's not that hard, Kim."
"Thank you." I mutter, not knowing what to say anymore because her words leave me reeling. I concur with everything she said but what about the promise I made to myself? Not to let myself loosen up this man? But he kept on pushing the damn barriers.
My mind travels back to earlier when he admitted that he hates tomatoes, yet, he watched me order my favorite toppings without protest and didn't order another box of pizza because he wants to share it with me?
The subtle, yet, pronounced efforts he makes to get me comfortable around him.
"You're welcome, Kim. But I want you to let Rafael know his intentions with you, trust me, if he has something for you, he won't get mad for you bailing out on him like that, he would understand why you did that, he's that understanding."She adds, I pick on my nails tentatively because she's damn right.
"Goodnight, Cora." I manage to mutter and end the call.
Throughout the night, the rummaging thought going on in my head snatched sleep from me, I turned and turned on the bed until it was early hours of the morning that I could finally grab some sleep.
Thankfully, I don't have any classes in the early morning, by the time I wake up, it's already late in the morning, just thirty minutes to my class.
I quickly take a hot bath and slip on a short sundress, letting my hair down, I pick a jewelry from the box and wear it around my neck, after making sure my face doesn't look sully compared to the self sabotaging thoughts running in my head, I slip my bag around my shoulder and walk out of the room.
Surprisingly, Rafael is just stepping out of the room, his laptop in his hands and his phone pressed against his ears using his shoulder.
"Just track his fucking movements." He yells angrily, pulling the phone away from his ears.
His face is knitted in a deep frown and eyebrows creased.
"Hey." I mutter, the last night events I tried pushing off starts to trickle in, making my toes curl.
Sighing, he pushes his hair back and nods."Hi." He mutters, his eyes still on the phone.
His expression deepens more as he stares further into the phone.
"Is there something going on?" I ask carefully but he only shakes his head noncommittally.
Finally, he raises his head up at me and assesses me from head to toe, his eyes darken a bit, a wave of guilt flushes in my chest, regretting that I didn't let him have his way with me last night.
"Can you please wait till I send my other driver to come pick you up? I need Dylan to drop me somewhere." He asks, his voice a little bit soft despite his angry demeanor, as if he's trying not to transfer the aggression towards me.
I decide not to push it further and simply nod.
With that, Rafael rushes downstairs, the tight curls of his hair bouncing behind him.
After waiting for ten minutes, a middle aged man drives into the compound and introduce himself as my driver for the day.
Soon enough, I arrive at school and bade him goodbye, feeling guilty for not making small talks with his workers like I usually do but I'm not just in the mood for that, the pensive mood I met Rafael with is so unsettling and he's not ready to talk to me about it.
I start walking towards my department block, glancing at most of the students who are walking in twos, I seem like the oddball between them, I should probably make some friends like Rafael said.
"Kimberly." A familiar voice calls my name from behind, not so distant from me.
A huff escapes my throat, knowing that it's Jimmy, I have no time to banter words with him, my mood is too sour for that.
But he's quite persistent, he continues to call me until some of the student's eyes are now on us and it embarrasses the hell out of me.
Angrily, I turn to Jimmy just to see him already a few feet away from me, panting heavily.
"Hey, I was just...."
"I don't have anything to say to you, Jimmy. Go fuck yourself." I rasp out, his eyes widens a bit at my outburst and a scoff slips out of him.
"Really?" His eyes twinkles, dipping a hand into his pockets.
"What do you want from me?" I bite out harshly, glaring at him.
"I just wanted to give you the ID card for the dancing and acting classes you signed for."
Huh?