Chapter 86 IN HIS ARMS, IN HIS HELL
~ Elara ~
" What." Is all Calvin says, his voice empty and void of any emotions as Mr. Conner puts his hand on Mrs.Conner’s shoulder to calm her down.
"I had your old tutor locked up until we got any information on why you were acting that way towards her." Mr. Conner starts, pain in his eyes as he looks at Calvin .
Why was his tutor of all people locked up?
" She confessed to everything just recently, I had to tell your mother too."
" All this time my baby was hurting, how
could I be so stupid." Mrs. Conner cries, and I watch as a wave of realization suddenly washes over Calvin’s face when he takes in what they're talking about.
" How did you kill her?" He asks, turning towards his dad with dark eyes.
Kill her? Kill?
I felt like puking
Mr. Conner looks towards his wife, hesitating on whether he should answer or not. "Maybe not in front of your mother."
He says, giving Calvin a knowing look.
I try to control my breathing, still trying to process what the killing was for. I overheard them talking about a Mafia once, but never did I think it was actually true.
I didn't bring it up of course, because if it was true they'd probably kill me too. It was only safe to keep silent about it, as terrifying as it made me feel.
Maybe this family wasn't some perfect, normal rich family that everyone believed them to be.
There was a dark secret behind this family and I wanted nothing to do with it, I don't think anyone did.
My thoughts distract me from the conversation going on outside of the closet, until Mrs. Conner’s voice gets my attention once again.
" You were just a child...how could she...how did I not notice." Mrs. Conner cries, shaking her head in guilt. I couldn't explain the look in her eyes, a mix of guilt and pain clouded over by tears. But there was something deeper in them, perhaps a look only a mother in pain could have, I wasn't sure though.
It looked like she was trying her best to stay strong, but she could barely keep herself together as soon as her eyes would land on Calvin.
Calvin’s jaw was tense, and I could tell he was feeling overwhelmed at whatever they were talking about. "I didn't think you would believe me." His voice comes out cold.
I furrow my brows together, noticing the looks of confusion on his parents face's.
" You and Ace are first before any other person on this planet, how could we not believe you sweetheart?" Mrs. Conner says in a soft voice, looking up at her son.
"Ok." He says stiffly after a moment of silence.
He looked lost, like he wasn't sure how to react. I couldn't exactly tell if he was upset or not, especially since I wasn't even sure what any of this was about.
Mrs. Conner looks up at Calvin with sad eyes before squeezing his hand. " I know this is hard, but we're here for you, always." She says assuredly.
" Get some rest, we'll talk more in the morning, I know this is all overwhelming for you." Mr.Conner says, his voice naturally coming off in an intimidating tone.
Calvin looks between his parents, his jaw tense as he tries coming up with something to say, but nothing leaves his mouth.
My nails dig into my palm when I accidentally back into the hangers in Calvin’s closet, making a terribly loud noise.
I freeze in my spot, covering my mouth with my hand. Mrs. Conner thankfully doesn't hear the sound as she's walking out, but Mr. Conner’s eyes shooting towards the closet suspiciously don't fail to make my heart nearly skip a beat.
" What was that?" He asks Calvin. I watch as his eyes move towards the closet, and for a moment i was sure he'd expose me.
"I found a cat, on the street."
" You did? And it's in the closet?" Mr. Conner questions, looking at Calvin in confusion before glancing back at the closet door.
I'm done for
"Yeah." Calvin says, clearing his throat.
" You should let it out of your room, take it outside?" Mrs. Conner says when she overhears the conversation.
"It's aggressive, if I let it out it'll bite your ankles."
I look through the small hole, wanting to strangle Calvin at his stupid story.
Aggressive? Biting ankles? What was he trying to say?
And how were his parents believing this terrible story? They had to have been brushing it off because of what they were talking about earlier.
His parents hug him goodnight after they talk some more but I was too lost to understand what this whole situation was about in the first place.
While Calvin is closing the door I walk out of the closet, storming up to his tall frame so I was standing right in front of him. I was ready to confront him about me being an aggressive street cat, it offended me.
My anger doesn't last very long when I realize I had no guts to actually do anything, so I just watch as he looks down at me.
His eyes didn't look like how they were earlier when he was apologizing to me.
They looked empty, and back to the same cold gaze he always had.
I'm about to say something, anything, but Calvin brushes past me, turns the lights off and walks towards his large bed.
I turn around, my brows furrowed in confusion.
Something was obviously not okay. I was trying to think of something to say to him to hopefully ease the tension, until his deep voice sounds from across the room.
" Come here." He mumbles from the bed.
My head snaps up as I look through the dark room towards the sound of his voice.
Slowly, my feet start moving towards his side of the bed until I'm standing beside him.
"Is everything okay?" I mutter, playing with my fingers. I could feel his eyes on me, even in the dark, and the thought alone made my stomach stir.
Alone in his room together
Calvin’s hand suddenly wraps around my arm, pulling me down hard so I fall on top of him with my body right against his. I gasp at the position, trying to pull away but his arms wrap around my waist before I can, holding me in place.
"Now it is." He mumbles, keeping his arms wrapped around me as we lay there. My head was leaned against his chest as I lay there, feeling my own heartbeat pounding against my chest.
"Calvin, I'm still in my work clothes." I say, listening to the sigh leaving his mouth. He doesn't move, ignoring my words.
" Calvin ." I groan, trying to push him off but his arms felt like they wouldn't let go anytime soon.
My eyes widen when he's suddenly sitting up, pulling me up with him so I was straddling him as I sat on his lap. I could feel as the heat rose to my cheeks while I looked down at him in confusion, his hands moving off of my waist.
Calvin suddenly removes his black hoodie, leaving him shirtless. My eyes shamelessly move down to his abs until I have to force my eyes back up, hoping he hadn't noticed.
My cheeks somehow grow more red, and I'm about to leave his lap until he grabs my hips with both of his hands, holding me down in place.
"Don't leave." He says, more like an order than anything, causing me to look up at him with curious eyes.
His eyes trail down my body dressed in the maids uniform still. I wasn't wearing safety shorts under my dress, so the position wasn't really helping me in any way, I had to be careful with every move I made.
Calvin hands me the hoodie, and I hesitantly take the soft material in my hands. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I look down at his hoodie, tightening my fingers around it.
" Change."
" Here?" I mutter quietly, looking up at him through my lashes.
" Here." He says nonchalantly.
"I..can't." I respond, pushing the hoodie back into his arms as I chew the inside of my cheek.
" Why? Do you need help?" He asks in a serious tone, only causing me to grow more flustered.
" What?" I stumble out, caught off guard at his response. His hands tighten on my hips, and suddenly it's harder to breathe in and out when thoughts of his hands on my body fill my head.
" Say no, and I'll stop." He says lowly, and I feel my breath hitch when his hands slowly move off of my hips and onto my dress to undo the white ribbon holding my apron together.
My chest was moving up and down heavily as I move my hands on his shoulders to keep myself steady while he kept his eyes focused on slowly undoing the buttons of the uniform.
Every touch leaves a trail of fire under my skin, even if his hands were only touching the dress. I could feel my heart racing faster when the buttons he's undoing get lower, closer to the growing heat between my legs.
I could feel the dirty thoughts racing through my head, of me completely giving into his touch and closing the barrier between us.
I look to the side, trying to ignore the feelings in my body as he finishes unbuttoning the dress, opening it up and pulling it off of me to expose my white panties and light pink tank top pulled over my bra.
His eyes don't trail down my body once. In my head though, I wanted him to look at me, I wanted him to feel like completely giving in just like I had felt.
I feel the soft material of the black hoodie getting pulled over my head, and for a moment I don't see a thing until he pulls my head through the hole.
I'm met with dark grey eyes as I blink down at Calvin, not able to control the sound of my heart pounding against my chest.
His hands move down to my bare upper thighs, and I gasp at the sudden contact as I look down at his large hands. " Not so hard, hm?" He says, his voice low and deep. I swallow the lump in my throat, feeling the urge for any sort of pressure between my legs as I move my gaze back up towards him.
" Your face is all red, angel." He laughs, only growing my embarrassment to another level.
" Shut up." I grumble, turning my head away from him so my blush wasn't as noticeable. If only he knew what i was thinking in my head.
His hands suddenly grip around my thighs tighter before I'm being pushed back onto the bed so I'm laying down and he was hovering over my body.
My eyes are wide as I look up at him, not expecting the action. I can barely control my breaths, his hands on either side of my head as he leans down, dangerously close to my lips. I could feel his silver chain grazing my chin before feeling a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Don't be embarrassed, I like it." He says, smirking slightly as he looks back towards my eyes.
I look up at Calvin in shock, but he doesn't seem phased at all. He searches my eyes for a moment and before I know it he's back to his side of the bed.
My face most likely being flushed red again, I quickly move farther down the bed, getting under the covers and facing away from his body.
I place my hand over my heart, my lips parted as I try controlling myself. It was just a tiny peck, but the feelings that erupted in my body didn't make it seem like it was just a peck.
The words that left his mouth didn't make it seem like they were just words.
I wanted to, well, more like was going to ask him what went on back there with his parents, but now I could barely even control my own thoughts, so how could I speak out loud?
I also knew none of it was my business, although it hurt me seeing how much it looked like it affected Calvin and his parents.
I figured he probably didn't want to talk about it right now anyways, especially since it didn't seem like he even knew what to say, or do.
Not even a minute later I can feel Calvin’s hands moving around my lower waist before my back is pulled into his large body effortlessly.
I hold in the gasp that was daring to leave my mouth at the sudden touch, and just lay there as he moves his hand to rest on my stomach.
We lay there, and soon enough I'm sure Calvin is asleep from the quiet snores leaving his mouth.
His hands were still around my body,
refusing to let go.
It was hard to think with him holding me like this, with me being in his bed wrapped in his arms.
I wanted nothing more then to stay here for hours, to never leave his arms. But I knew this was all wrong, so I wait a few hours, making sure he's sound asleep before slipping out of his arms and quietly leaving the room.
As much as I wanted to stay