Chapter 52 Confused (4)
Bradley's POV
I made a deal with my brother, that if he stopped stalking Lily, I wouldn't have to report him to the police about his mechanic garage being used as a port for hard drugs.
Bobby was shocked that I knew about it. He thought I made him look stupid. But I was only protecting Lily. And seeing the sweetest part of Lily taught me to want her for myself.
I knew Bobby would begin to stalk her and probably go a step higher about his obsession with her if he noticed that I'd stopped escorting her home. He wanted her, but he was only staying away due to our deal. Since I wasn't around her anymore, he would do to her whatever he felt like doing.
I took the umbrella which was propped against my desk despite the nagging urge telling me not to care about her. Next, I switched off the lights in my office and ushered myself out. Avanti Company which I worked at was a 5-minute drive to Lily's place of work, I believed I would be able to catch up with her using the rain as an excuse. As I stepped out of the cab, I was fortunate to see her running under the rain, taking the longer route.
"Lily! Lily!!" I yelled, running towards her.
She twirled around, shielding her face from the torrent of rain whilst squinting her eyes.
Her eyes bugged when she saw it was me. Soon, I caught up with her and placed the umbrella over our heads. She was quiet, studying me for another minute.
I had to clear my throat. "While the rain was falling, I thought of you." I held onto the stem of the umbrella tighter, hoping that I didn't come off as spurting gibberish.
She nodded with a grim smile. "I didn't think you would come."
Was her smile a sign that she had forgiven me as nudging past our little argument?
"You are not holding it out against me?" I prod further.
She laughed, jerking her head low to hide her embarrassment. She was blushing, it made my heart swell with awesome pride.
We walked on in silence, our shoulders brushed against each other. I was aware of her feminine presence, the soft, sweet cologne from her clothes, the soft curve of her lips, her pale white skin... My eyes stole a glance at her clothes, they were almost drenched, clinging desperately to her body. Her wet shirt modeled the shaping curve of her boobs, nestling downwards to her waist and spanning to her derriere.
What was happening to me?
I was beginning to have perverted thoughts about her body the more my eyes skimmed over the materials covering her body. I swerved my eyes away instantly, nudging her to take the umbrella from me.
"What?" She asked me.
"Just take this from me," I said.
Her hand curled around the handle of the umbrella, while I took off my jacket and placed it over her shoulders. At the slight touch of my hands on her, she startled. The umbrella swayed in her hand, tilting its coverage away from my body. I grabbed her, pulling her close as my breath hitched while my eyes sought hers. Then she relaxed and allowed the jacket to rest on her.
"I'm sorry that I have to startle you." I apologized, running my tongue over my lips.
Her eyes ran a scale on my body. She hadn't expected that I would peel off my jacket to cover her body. "Oh, no. That's fine. Thank you." She smiled.
Finally, we arrived at her house, in front of the porch. A small, lively cottage. She looked up at me, whilst giving me back my jacket.
"No, keep it," I said.
She found her key and turned it in the lock. "This is where I say goodbye," my eyes registered the environment. It was time I leave her be.
She jerked the door open and turned to me. "Why not come in for a while and share some tea with me?"
I was taken aback. I couldn't say no, I just couldn't. I knew that I wanted a moment longer with her.
She turned on the switches when we both entered her apartment. I stared around while she pulled out from the jacket and hung it close by. And she returned afterward with some tea. My eyes returned to her clothes, wasn't she supposed to remove them by now?
"Thank you for the tea," I thanked her, hoping she hadn't noticed me eying her tantalizing body.
A lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening thunder. "A storm is about to brew," she laughed, looking towards the window.
"You know I've never heard you laugh..," I pointed out.
She turned her eyes to me, sipping at her tea. She smiled in response to that.
"Do you live alone?" My eyes wheeled to the pictures on her chest of drawers.
She nodded. "My dad kicked against the idea of me living alone. After my mother's death, he didn't hesitate in letting me go."
"Your mother is late?" I was surprised.
She nodded to that. "It's been seven years already."
"What made your father change his mind?"
"He married a new wife," she scoffed.
I didn't know what to feel about that. But I knew she was shattered about that. She must have been close to her dad. Bobby and I grew up with an alcoholic father, we never really had the fatherly love and figure everyone claimed to have. But I wanted to be different from my father. I wanted to give out love to the woman of my dreams and my future children.
"My father changed totally towards me. His attentions to me were squashed and all his focus was on his new wife and her daughter. I had to leave, return here to seek old memories...," She continued to smile at herself painfully.
I placed my cup on a stool and walked towards her. "I'm sorry about your dad. Maybe he will turn around...,"
"When?" She interrupted me, looking me in the eyes. I saw a spark of fury in her eyes.
"He will, Lily. He just needs something to hit him hard....,"
"I don't think that would ever happen. My dad and I used to be so close. He knows everything about me, we were best friends. Now I feel so utterly alone and lonely." Her eyes blurred as she stared at me.
Again, I was forced to take the teacup from her hands and cup her cheeks. "You are not alone, Lily. I'm right here with you." I intoned.
A tear slid down her cheeks as she watched me. Her lips parted beckoning for a kiss. And without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her.
She pushed at my chest, staring at me in a shocked expression.
"I'm sorry," I said.
But she fled into my arms, pulling me in for a kiss. Her actions shocked me, but they certainly did burst the pot of happiness in me.
Her mouth was warm and minty, her taste so sweet. Our kiss grew so intense that she was moaning in
my arms. And while I continued to kiss her, my hands molded the contours of her breasts.
And with a stifling groan, I wrenched my mouth from hers - forcing my hands away from her soft orbs.
"I can't do this," I said to her.