"Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation; an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone." — Catherine Earnshaw.
Vivid images of last night never left my mind, and I found my brain reiterating the event over and over again, until my hormones were about to rage on, driving me haywire. It was all a mistake—having sex with him and to make matters worse, to not being able to stop thinking having sex with him. Dusk had fallen over a long while back, and we all have had our dinner, and were supposed to be asleep in our rooms by now. Honestly, that was the plan for me too.
I headed over to the bed, looking over to Alexander who was gazing outside the glass window, probably admiring the secluded night view. My phone rang in my pocket abruptly, startling the both of us. I saw the three white letters forming ‘mom’ flash on my screen, as my finger swiped up instinctively, picking up the call.
"Hey mom," I greeted her with a nostalgic smile because I hadn't spoken to her in so long. Roulette glanced at me side ways, his face giving nothing away.
"Hello, honey, you never call nowadays." Her tone was sincere, accusative even, but she had every right to be angry. I had been dodging her calls since the past two weeks because of this moron of a swimming captain, who keeps lurking in my thoughts somehow.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I've been busy." I muttered quietly, hoping she'd let the issue slide. I didn’t know why, but Alexander was watching me from the corner of his eye, fidgeting with his shirt buttons to pretend he was busy doing something else. I massaged my temples slowly, silently hoping she'd let the topic slide for now.
"Steven wants to talk to you, sweetheart." My thoughts were driven off my head at the name of the person she claimed to have been wanting to talk to me. No, that wasn’t happening. Anger boiled in my veins, my chest tightening with anticipation.
"You know I won't." I deadpanned, glaring at the wall before me as if she could feel my anger for raising this topic up. At the sudden change of my tone, Alexander furrowed his eyebrows, the grey orbs studying me with utmost interest.
"Look, Toby, I know he's been an absentee father but you have no right to just declare you won't talk to him in such an arrogant manner—"
"What in hell do you mean by saying ‘absentee father’?" I shouted, my body trembling with sudden vivacity, "I say, fuck that mom. He's never even been a father to me. Sorry if that burns you, but I don’t take kindly to strangers. And just because he's fucked you which resulted you in giving birth to me, doesn’t mean that I owe him an ounce of respect for that. I've done and yielded enough of an argument to your saucy insolence, and I can't deal with it anymore. Have a good night." The razor sharp edge to my voice took her by surprise, and before she could react, I cut off the call, sliding the phone away on the bed.
"Want to go out for a smoke?" My attention snapped back at Roulette who was looking at me with concern clouding his features. Since when did he care that much?
"Don't pretend like you care," I snapped at his abrupt kindness, gaze fixated on him as I watched his jaw tense with restraint, "What gives you the impression that I'm even pretending to care? I don’t pretend. And for the thousandth time, I don’t give two flying fucks about you or your life. Suggesting going out was a plan which would benefit us both because I'm feeling quite restless and you're feeling violent and agigated," Stern grey eyes bored into mine, the cold tone of his voice slapping me across the cheek with a low blow. Ha, I was fool enough to think he actually cared.
"Isn't it already half an hour past ten at night?" I questioned, looking for the wall clock which confirmed my doubt regarding the time.
"So what? Everyone's asleep. We'd be back before the lads wake up. Plus, you look like you could use a break." He added, walking towards me with calculated steps, "I'm sorry, Tobias." The words escaped from his mouth, only to hit me in the chest, making my heart swell with a sudden feeling of warmth. It was making me feel a tad bit better.
"Don't be. It's alright." I forced a smile, casting a spare glance at the beautiful man standing infront of me, wearing a black shirt and a pair of rugged denim jeans.
"Let's head out then, shall we?"
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When we stepped in the drawing room, the atmosphere was pitch black, no source of light being visible from anywhere. Frantically looking about at the rooms of my teammates, I came to the conclusion that all of them were indeed asleep, because there was no sound of chattering or moving objects coming from any of the rooms. Going on my tiptoes, I saw Alexander rummage out his phone to switch on the flashlight, which illuminated the room enough to guide us to the doorway, without waking anyone up.
My fingers wrapped around the door handle, pulling the heavy oak door open, managing to cause as less sound as possible. Roulette nodded, gesturing me to exit first, "After you." He said, while I crossed the threshold of the house with him behind me. The door was softly shut from outside with a click by me, when the other person went to the garage to take out his car. So, we had successfully snuck outside. I couldn’t risk getting caught with Alexander by any of the teammates because, everyone knew that he hated me (which he actually did, to my disappointment) and the last thing I wanted was Jeremy discovering me fucking his close friend, if not best.
I rubbed my hands together excitedly, as I saw the blue mustang pull up infront of me. He reached for the door beside the driver's seat, throwing it open for me to get in, "Thank you." I murmured, getting inside the car before closing the door after me.
"For?" He asked in a cool tone, eyes fixed on the road that lay before him, his fingers gripping the steering wheel, his foot pressing against the accelerator panel.
"Helping me sneak out during the time when I needed it the most," I replied, glacing at him with gratitude filled in my eyes, "Mhmm." He hummed inside his throat, as the vehicle started moving with a decent amount of speed.
Silence took over us again, stretching like a taut rubber band. He, serious as ever, was driving sincerely, the flashing headlights guiding his path, whereas I was just sitting there ogling him. My gaze fell on the soft curve of his mouth, descending down to the flesh of his throat, then down the well built torso which the shirt so nicely hugged, lastly to his jeans. Contemplating his physical beauty gave a sudden tug at my groin, my body twitching with desire. Maybe I should've just asked him to fuck me instead of agreeing to go out for a smoke. He coughed out of the blue, his knuckles turning a ghastly shade of white as they gripped the steering wheel more forcefully then ever, his jaw tensing with tangible restraint. He tilted his head back slightly as if he had seen the wayward thoughts running across my head.
"Stop giving me that look, Harris." He commented, his tone having a razor sharp edge to it. "What look?" I questioned, half assured that I knew what he was talking about."The ‘i want to have sex’ face that you do." He glanced at me side-ways, making me gulp hard.