Olivia
“Olive.”
“H-Huh?” What is this? Why did he call me like that? When was the last time he called me…Olive?
“Come here,” he said as he stretched out his hand. Waiting for me to take it. I glanced at his big hand. The last time I touched it was when he saved me from those people. When everyone was ignoring me, Blake was the only one who opened his heart to take me with him. The man who once married my mother. He was not my father. When he married her, he became my step-father. But when they divorced, now he became my adoptive father. But calling him my adoptive father was too mouthful so I always thought of him as my stepfather because he married my mother after I was born.
That time, he was so nice. Spoiling me like what a father should do. But then…
Things changed.
He became so distant. Like he refused to have me with him. Not even looking me in the eye.
I never knew his reason. I thought because he was in a bad mood. But not after he never changed this attitude for almost a month. And now…
Why he became like this? Like the old Blake just returned. His smile. Blake rarely smiled. But once he did, I considered it as the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
“What’s wrong?” His question brought me back to the real world. My attention went back to his face.
“I…I don’t understand. Why are you being like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you…so suddenly being so nice to me again? Are you playing with me? Just because I’m still a sixteen-year-old girl? Just because…I’m your daughter?” It was so hard to mention the last word to him. But no answer coming from him. Now I was pissed. “Answer me!”
Again, he didn’t reply to me. He was just standing there like a statue. But not until he suddenly chuckled. What the hell?
“Silly girl. What is wrong with you?” he asked back and walked towards me. With his fast hand, he grabbed me and brought me to his hold. He was freaking hugged me. “Of course, it is because you are…” Why my heart thumping so bad just to wait for him to add another word to his sentences. “…You.”
“What? I don’t—”He suddenly cut me with…a kiss. My eyes widened. I couldn’t think straight. His warm lips. His soft kiss. My father…was currently kissing me!
With him pulling himself from me, I remained still. Trying to analyze what just happened.
“Look at you. Was that your first kiss?” I couldn’t answer him like he just sucked my ability to speak out of me. “Can’t talk, huh? That’s too bad. But don’t worry. Because in a short time…” Blake suddenly pushed me harshly to the bed. Since when the bed was here? I looked back at him and he was loosening his tie and looked at me with such…lust.
“…You will be screaming.” Blake moved closer to me and began attacking my lips again. This time, he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. Tasting me. Licking and sucking the inside. He moved even lower. Sucking every skin that touches his lips. Taking off my clothes easily. “So fucking beautiful.” He even took off my panties. No, he ripped it off.
“B-Blake…!”
“You want me, right?”
“Wh-What?”
“I can see it from your eyes. You want me so bad. You never saw me as your father. You saw me…as a man. And here I am trying to satisfy your inner desire. Do not reject me, Olive.”
What was he trying to say?
I never…wanted to do this with him. But…
Blake was right.
He was not my father.
He was just a man who was once married to my mother. Although he was still my legal guardian, he was not my father. I could do anything I want with him.
I reached out my hand to his face. Touching his warm cheek. “If that so, can I do something for you?” He tilted his lips. Forming a smile. A mocking smile.
“Not tonight, little one.” He connected our lips again. This time, I allowed him. Damn, he felt so good.
I wanted him.
I wanted him to make a mess of me.
“Spread your legs for Daddy, Olive. Let me see your beautiful virgin pussy.” I did as I was told in an instant. “Good girl.” Blake examined my lower part until he took off his shirts. Showing me his sexy abs and how sinfully beautiful his body. He unbuckled his pants and…revealing his hardened cock. So ready to take me. That thing would be inside me in a second.
“Olive…”
As he moved closer to me, ready to put in his cock. And then…
I snapped my eyes open. I stared at the ceiling. Looking around but no Blake around. “D-Dream?” I raised my body from the bed. Rather sweating. I couldn’t believe I just had a dream about Blake. This would be the first time I ever dreamt about him. As I intended to move, I felt something weird below me. Like something…wet? Particularly…on my panties.
“No way,” I whispered and lowered my hand inside my pants. My heart was thumping quite loud but I pushed my hand inside. My heart jumped out at what I found. I pulled my hand out and found a stickiness on my fingers. “What the…What is this?” I couldn’t take this and immediately jumped down the bed and headed to the bathroom.
I took a quick shower. Erasing all the evidence of what I just dreamt last night. My pussy was so wet and sticky. I remembered Karen told me when a girl was so horny, their pussy will let out the sticky fluid. Does that mean…I was horny because of the dream?
I couldn’t think about him now. That was just a dream. It wasn’t real. Blake would never be like the Blake in my dream. He was…different now. He was not that nice anymore.
After the shower, I got ready and went down to the kitchen. Planning on making simple oatmeal and a cup of milk. I was not in the mood to make something. Blake must be at the office right now. I could eat in silence for the time being. I didn’t think I could face him after that dream.
“Morning.” Until his voice snapped my mind and I was startled. He was in the kitchen while reading the newspaper. “Can you make some breakfast? Anything will do,” he asked. No, more like he was ordering me. Man, why he’s still here?
My plan was completely ruined. I couldn’t exactly disobey him but…he needed to know that I was not in the mood to make something. “Can I just serve you oatmeal? I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to cook.”
“I don’t mind. I just need something to eat before I go.” Thank God for that.
I made us oatmeal and a cup of milk for me while a black coffee for Blake. We ate in silence. The silence was what I wanted but not with him right in front of me. He didn’t eat at a fast pace with his blue orbs on the paper while his left hand grabbing the spoon. While looking at him, my mind went back to my dream.
Olive.
His voice.
His touches.
His kisses.
His body.
His…hardened cock.
The last part made me lowered my eyes down to his lower part but couldn’t find it since it was hidden behind the table.
Damn, Olivia! What are you thinking?
I immediately finished my breakfast and put the plate on the sink. “I’ll be going now. See you later!” I parted with him and walked out of the house before he could say anything. This was so not me. I didn’t know what happened to me.
“Morning!” I heard someone’s voice. I turned around and found Josh was right behind me.
“Morning.”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, I’m okay. I just…almost wake up late this morning. And uh, I don’t know Blake is still in the house.”
“Really? That’s very unusual.”
“Right?” Even Josh knew his habit. Blake would never be in the house after six in the morning. Hell, maybe I was still in my deep slumber and he already took off to the office. We headed to the school together. I felt rather relieved having Josh with me. I could get rid of Blake off my mind.
“But you know what? Don’t you think it’s good if he’s at home around this hour?”
“Why you said so?”
“Well, I don’t know it is because he doesn’t have any urgent work now so he’s at home but… I want to believe that he’s there because he wanted to make up his time with you. I mean, he’s rarely at home, right?” Josh said.
I wanted to believe that.
But what I had when he was at home was a horrible dream. No. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Tonight, I would be having a nice dream. Probably a man for my future. Not my dearest stepfather.
“I hope you’re right.”
If you don’t cook something for me, how about if I eat you instead?
My mind went back to his words last night. He was definitely joking. Blake would never do that. He wouldn’t lay his hands on me, his daughter.
Well, practically…I can. Since I’m not your real father.
I remembered how his expression was when he said that to me. His eyes said it all. Those dark, deep, and cold blue eyes. Although his facial always flat but his eyes never lied. He affected me. That must be the reason why I had that weird dream. Yeah, that must be it. Okay, problem solved.
Once we arrived at school, I saw Karen walking inside the building. I immediately went to her and greeted her. Josh was right behind me following.
“Hey, babe? Thank you for the homework. You saved me,” she said.
“No problem. But next time, try to do it by yourself.”
“You got it.”
On our way to the class, some of the guys were flirting with us. Whistling as we walked in front of them. I couldn’t exactly happy with their way of flirting with us since it made me feel uncomfortable. I felt I was being…harassed.
“Just ignore them, Liv. They won’t get under our pants anyway,” Karen said.
“Yeah.”
“By the way, is Blake going to come?”
“Come? Come on what?”
“Did you forget, girl? The PTC?” Oh!
“Oh, no. I totally forgot.”
“Jeez, that is so unlike you,” she commented.
I chuckled and thinking about how to tell him. “But I don’t know whether he’s going to come or not. Usually, John will come.”
“Oh, come on. You should try to convince him to come once in a while. Although he’s not your real father, he’s still your guardian. Not his Secretary.”
“You just want to see my father, don’t you?” Karen smiled widely. I knew Karen was my father’s fans. Maybe she didn’t see him as a man but she always considered him as what she always called… her eye candy.
“Well, I will try first.”
***
After school was over, I immediately went home. Karen had another modeling job and Josh had basketball training. On my way to the lobby, I saw the previous boys who were flirting with Karen and me. They were looking at me but I looked away. I walked past them until their voice stopped me.
“Hey, isn’t your father the one who make girls always screaming for?”
“She’s the one, bro. The one who lucky enough to have of what they called as the sexy father.”
I didn’t want to answer them. I felt they were disturbing me. Disturbing my privacy.
I walked again. I just wanted to leave them. Just ignore them, Liv. Just ignore—
“Have you slept with him, Morgan?” one of them asked me, made me stopped my steps. “Is that why you always go home sooner? Because you want to taste his cock?” I didn’t reply to him and continued walking away from them. They laughed watching me running away. I didn’t care if that was what they were thinking about me. That was not the truth. I never had anything with Blake. Except for my stupid dream.
Once I arrived home, his car was not there. I was thankful for that. I got inside and immediately headed to my room. I threw my bag to the chair until my phone rang. A message ringtone. I pulled it out and it was a message…from Blake.
Have you arrived home?
I still have some unfinished business so I can’t come home at dinner.
You can have your dinner first.
That was what his message about. Short and very much like the usual him.
“Oh, well. You should be doing that since morning.”