Chapter 179 Wearing me down - Simon POV
My phone rings at the exact same time it always does on a Sunday afternoon, and I smile delightfully when I answer the video call.
"Hi Mom!"
She smiles back gleefully. My parents only came to New York once, to watch me dance in my very first performance for the company. It wasn't much of a role, but they were proud nonetheless. I have invited them back numerous times, even telling them I'm no longer living in a shoebox apartment and that they don't have to pay for anything, but they said the city is just too big and busy for them.
I wished they didn't feel that way, but I go home every once in a while for their birthdays if I can, and we have this weekly video calls that could go on for hours. It's mostly my mother and I gossiping about small town life and big city drama.
"Are you doing well?" She asks, a little bit of mischief in her gaze. "How are things with your boyfriend?"
I roll my eyes. T.J. is all she ever asks about ever since I told her I'm seeing someone new. She was very happy that I managed to move on after the whole rape ordeal, and that I found someone as attentive as T.J.
"He's doing well." I smile, wondering if I should tell her that the guy is crazy and moving way too fast for what is considered normal.
I can definitely not tell her that he refuses to fuck me if I don't allow him to fuck me raw. She will think the man is certifiably mad. Which he probably is.
I narrow my eyes when she keeps on smiling like she's keeping a very big secret. That's the thing about my mother, she's the biggest gossip in the family, and she can't keep her mouth shut. I love her for it of course.
"Are you keeping something from me?"I ask suspiciously.
She looks behind her like someone might overhear before looking at the screen again. "He came here!"
"What?" I frown. "Who?"
"T.J.!" She whisper-yells. "But I'm not supposed to say anything."
What! When the hell did he make the time to go to my hometown?
"When?" I ask, shocked. "Why!"
My mom giggles like a schoolgirl, closing her mouth with her hand. "He was here yesterday, he brought me flowers and chocolates. The good ones, too!"
That man!
Why the hell would he go all the way to see my parents? He told me he couldn't see me yesterday, because he was behind on some administration work for his company, but that we could do something tonight.
He went to go see my parents.
"What did he say?" I'm even scared to ask.
"Oh, I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know!"
"Your dad won't tell me!" Mom shrugs. "He said I'll run to you first chance I get."
"So why did you even tell me he was there!" I ask frustratedly. "Now neither of us knows what he actually said!"
It must be important if my father doesn't want to tell my mother.
"Oh but he's so cute, Simon! Those grey eyes, oh my god!" Mom actually blushes. "And so manly! I can see why you like him."
I more than like him. He treats me like I'm the most precious person in his life, if he's not fucking me hard that is. I can't tell Mom that, or my other two siblings will have all the details before night time.
There's a knock on my front door, and I frown. Nobody buzzed me to come upstairs, so either it's T.J. somehow getting in, or it's a neighbor.
"Mom, someone is at my door." I tell her. "I'll call you back later, okay?"
"I love you, bye!"
"Love you back."
Of course it's T.J on the other side when I peep through the hole, and I open it with raised eyebrows.
"How did you get into the front gate?"
"I have my ways." He brushes past me, carrying Chinese takeout from mine and Madison's favorite place. "That's why you need to move in with me, the security in this place is really bad."
"I've never had problems before." I cross my arms over my bare chest as I watch him walk to the kitchen and starting to unpack the delicious smelling containers. "Where were you yesterday?"
"I told you I was busy with work." He doesn't meet my eyes.
"You should know that my mother is a terrible liar and the biggest gossip." My stomach growls when I watch him pop a piece of orange chicken into his mouth, but I remain where I'm standing.
''I told them they should convince you that it's so much better to stay with me since I carry a gun." He walks over to me and kisses me quickly, his hands going around my middle and pulling me into his hard body. "And that they should tell you to please let me fuck you, because I'm dying over here. "
I clutch his arms in my hands. "You're lying."
"Am I?" He kisses me again, his tongue snaking past my teeth to devour my mouth.
I'm only wearing a pair of thin cotton pyjama pants, and my cock immediately hardens at his onslaught. I'm punishing us both here, but how could he trust those results so blindly? What happens if those results are wrong and I end up giving him a diesase that neither of us can come back from?
I'm definitely dying today, because his hand goes inside my pants, enccircling my cock and I moan into his mouth. Why is he doing this to me? Make me want him so much? This can't be normal? People don't fall so hard and so fast and then move in with one another.
We're going to crash and burn.
Just as fast as he started the kiss, just as fast does he take his hand from my pants and steps back, walking back to the kitchen like he didn't just set me on fire.
"Hungry?" He asks innocently.
He knows exactly what he's doing. Soon, I'm going to be so horny that I will say yes to everything.
And I still don't know what the hell he did at my parents' house.