Chapter 65 Be your muse
Uriel's POV
The voice kept yelling at me.
Just those four words - repeatedly.
Don't Open The Door!
But then, why would that voice be telling me such when obviously, someone was knocking on my door.
My head can be fucked sometimes, I thought.
Until my father, rolled the wheels of his chair inside my room, questioning me back to sanity.
Then it all clicked.
I had fucked up.
Ryder sat on the bed with his lips rolled into his mouth, his eyes void of emotion.
"The both of you..." My father pointed at both Ryder and I, "downstairs. Now."
His gaze lingered on mine longer, a hint of disbelief etched on his face. My head dropped to the ground, shame clothing me.
"Now!" His voice boomed from outside.
Slowly my eyes raised up to meet Ryders', anticipating the rage because he in fact, warned me.
But surprisingly, I was faced with something else.
Something softer.
He was looking up at me with a small smile, "it can't be that bad." He shrugged, standing up
"Oh, it's bad." Shutting my eyes, I groaned frustratedly.
Mother was going to have my head or better still, make a mountain out of nothing.
"Let's go." Ryder was the first to the door and down the stairs, his shoulder still straight and high.
God, who was this guy.
Reluctantly, I followed him, my hair covering my face as I did the walk of shame down the stairs.
"So, what's this?" My father's voice was cold, sending chills down my spine.
"Father, I -"
"Why were you in my daughter's room, Boy? Where did you enter from because I was the one who locked this door last night." My father gave a pointed look at Ryder.
"Father, it's -"
His head snapped to my direction so fast, the remaining words died down my throat, "was this the spider?"
Instinctively, I bit my lips.
"Its indeed a big spider. Let me guess, it crawled up your skin, huh?" He frowned at me and then at Ryder.
"Nothing happened between us, Sir." Ryder spoke up. "Uriel is not like that."
"Exactly why I'm surprised. Don't you think?" My father shot at him. "It only means one thing. You're imposing yourself on her. It's obvious now that you used her window without her consent, hence the scream."
"Very true." Ryder concurred.
"But he's not imposing himself on-"
"Go to the kitchen. Make us tea. You know how I like mine." My father said sternly, glaring at me.
"Father, let me just explain. Please." I said lowly, pouting.
"Do you think Ryder isn't capable of explaining? Or are you scared of something?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
Actually, this was the first time I was seeing my father acting all tough and defensive.
Maybe because this is the first time a boy had been caught in my room, sharing the same bed with me.
If only he knew I was the one who pushed for it.
I just felt it was too late to have him drive or walk back home. Risky too.
Or you just wanted the intimacy.
Shut up!
"I'll go make the tea." Grumbling, I turned on my heels, heading to the kitchen.
Only then did I realize that I was actually lucky as my mother wasn't home and neither was Emma.
A soft gasp left my lips when my eyes landed on the wall clock. It was noon!
No wonder my father came to look for me. Damn.
I was so comfortable in his arms, I overslept - a very rare occurrence.
The kettle whistled, alerting me that the water was boiled. Carefully, I walked with the tray until I got to where my dad sat with Ryder.
They both looked at me when I arrived, their faces unpredictable.
"Father, it wasn't Ryder's fault entirely." I started, looking at Ryder who had a smug smirk on his lips.
This wasn't funny!
"Oh I know." My father shrugged, a sly smirk appearing on his lips. "We've talked about it and in as much as it's weird to find a teenage boy in my teenage daughter's room, I'm glad you both kept it PG."
Ryder and I shared a look but then I turned away quickly, biting back the smile that threatened to break out.
"You both kept it PG, right?" My father's voice rose.
We both nodded, laughing.
"For now, yes." Ryder spoke, making my eyes go wide.
"Ryder!" I scolded, disbelief etched on my face.
How could he say that to my father.
When I turned to my father, he looked unhinged, "I was like that. Very honest." He chuckled, smiling at Ryder.
"Okay, this is soo awkward." Shaking my head, I went back to the kitchen to see if there was anything I could prepare before I left for my shift today at work.
From the kitchen, I heard my dad and Ryder laugh over a game on the television, getting along so well. It made my heart swell.
Butterflies scattered everywhere in my stomach when memories of last night flashed in my head.
One minute, I really thought we were going to do it - yes, it. But then we didn't.
And hey! Nobody told me how bliss it was to sleep all cuddled in a guys arms.
Gosh, I loved every bit of it.
From his hand placements to the soothing touch.
Arghhh!!!
Too much, Uri. Too much.
"I'll go get my things." Ryder pointed up the stairs, using his eyes to give me silent directions.
Or silent messages.
I waited for a few minutes before joining him. Immediately I opened the door, he pulled me into his body by my waist.
"Took you so long." He growled lowly, raising my face up by my chin.
"Had to play it cool." I told him, holding his gaze.
"What are your plans for today?" He asked, brushing the pad of his thumb on my cheek.
"Work."
"Why?"
"Because I have to make money, Ryder. Not all of us have rich parents." I joked, pausing afterwards. "I'm not saying you have it easy or -"
He chuckled lowly, placing his index finger on my lips, "oh, I know."
"Sorry." I muttered under my breath.
"Don't be." He leaned down, staring into my eyes. "Text me your location okay? I'll come pick you up when you're done."
A face-eating grin broke out of my lips as I stared up at him, "growing soft so soon, Wolf?"
He rolled his eyes, "you wish."
"Who knew all it took was a kiss." I continued to tease.
"Don't deceive yourself, Kinky. I just need help with something and you fit it." He shrugged, pulling away from me.
Chuckling, I shook my head.
"If you have any smut book you want to get, you better compile that list of yours." He eyed the down part of my shelf.
"No, you didn't." I pointed at him.
"Funny how you've covered all the stories. To think I thought you were meek and holy." He smirked, holding the door knob.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I threw my face to the ground, following him.
He snorted, opening the door. I stood by the door, waiting for him to leave.
My eyes widened when he started closing up the space between us. My eyes closed instinctively when I felt his face very close and his hot breath on my face.
The wetness of his lips touched my forehead, leaving it there for a while. Cold shivers slithered down my back, my heart hammering hard in my chest.
"I could be your muse, Kinky. Maybe you could practice all your wild fantasies on me, no?" His voice was deep and throaty, making my insides churn with dark desires.
"Think about it, Kinky."