Olivia
The event just started.
We had a lot of customers pouring in right and left. Coming endlessly. We even had to stop them from coming in since the court was already full and packed with people. Sometimes we had customers stuck inside because they were so scared to move even further. My classmates definitely did a very good job scaring them but it caused a problem for me and Karen because we had to hold the other customers from entering which some of them were not happy with it. Karen had protested because we had to hold some of them back but there was nothing they could do.
Our classmates tried to hold back but the customers, especially the ladies were scared to death and they didn’t even move. Something that I might be doing if I was the one inside.
In the end, we managed to convince the people to lined up properly and all of them eventually entered the court. Karen and I could get some rest a bit.
“Fuck them for making us doing this,” she spewed.
“Calm down, Karen. Here, drink some.” I handed her a cup of water. She took it and drank a bit.
“Let’s forget about them for a while. How’re you doing with Blake?”
“Well, we’re fine. He almost made me not go tonight.”
She scoffed. “I knew he would do that.”
“How’s John?”
“The bastard is just the same.” I laughed at her statement. I was not really surprised if John had to hold her back from going. “Our men are a possessive one. Well, yours could do that but John can’t.”
“Why?”
“We’re not dating, Olivia. John has no place to forbid me to do anything I wanted. And it’s just a school event. There’s nothing wrong with it.” That’s what she said but I knew.
Karen was still being the stubborn one. I could see she liked John. He practically followed her everywhere like a little puppy. Well, not just Karen. They were stubborn and maybe because of that, they were made for each other.
Blake used to say John was waiting for his perfect match, but he got one now. Karen was like the match made from heaven, sent for him. To handled his silver tongue. Karen also had the same one with her nasty mouth. I wondered how John felt when she attacked him with her mighty mouth. He would probably enjoy that since he was a jerk.
“Stop worrying about me and John, Olivia. How’s that little brat doing? I’m totally surprised you let her returned. Why did you do that? Three weeks ago, she seduced Blake to have sex with her. A normal girlfriend wouldn’t do that. She will do in her power to make sure there’s no disturbance between her and her boyfriend.”
Sometimes I was wondering herself.
Did I make the right choice?
Should I just forbid him?
Not just me, even Blake questioned me. He clearly had shown that he hated it having Carol in his office.
“I guess because I’m not normal, then. I just…don’t want to be what Carol wanted me to be.”
“But she doesn’t know you’re going out Blake, right?”
“She doesn’t, Karen.”
“Then, why? You just gave her an easy pass to seduce your boyfriend even more.”
“Well…I believe him.” I guessed that was the best answer I could give to her. Blake won’t do anything behind my back. And I would trust him for that.
Karen scoffed. “You’re too kind for your own good, babe. I hope you did the right thing.”
“Me as well. Anyway.” I stood up. “I need the toilet,” I said and left Karen. Heading to the toilet located at the back of the court.
My head was busy thinking if it was the right choice to let Carol near Blake. He had said that Carol never did anything to him but maybe…he was hiding it because he didn’t want to worry me. I couldn’t bear it if I witnessed the same one as before.
Carol’s lips on Blake’s.
I couldn’t get rid of the image away from my head. It pained me. My heart was aching. Maybe this was how Blake felt when he saw me with Javier. Karma had definitely made its way to me. Good thing he never saw me kissing Javier or he might kill him in place.
I reached the toilet, peed, washed my hands, and walked out again until someone grabbed me and muffled my mouth with his hand. Pulling me away from the toilet while I struggled hard, screaming through the tight hold on my mouth. What the hell?!
“Shh… Calm down,” until he shushed me.
I stopped struggling. Immediately recognized his voice. His touch. His Maison fragrance.
I slowly looked back, only to find Blake with his signature smirk attached to his handsome face. “Oh, hello there.” He slowly loosened his hand on me when all I could feel was only anger. I pushed myself from him, immediately punching his chest.
“What the fuck, Blake?! What do you think you’re doing?! You scared me, asshole!”
“Calm down. And stop punching me. I’m sorry.” He captured both my hands, effectively stopping my so-not-brutal-attack on him.
“Why are you here?”
“Well, I’m bored of being alone at home. And I’m thinking that rather than waiting for you to call me, best if I came back and check on you.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know. I miss you, baby.” He put his hand on my back, pulling me to his chest, hugging me tight as he laid his jaw on my head.
“I’ve just gone for one hour.”
“That’s too much for me. I can’t let you away from my sight, Olivia. Not even for a second.”
“That’s just the same as not letting me away from you.”
He chuckled. “You’re right, and for that,” he paused and let me go. “I wanted to try the haunted house if you don’t mind.”
I raised my eyes to him, trying to read what his intention was. Blake never liked doing this. And all of a sudden, he wanted to enter the haunted house? He was planning something.
I narrowed my eyes on him. Feeling suspicious. “With you, Olivia.” I knew it.
“Did you forget that I’m such a scaredy-cat?”
“You have me along the way. There’s nothing to be scared of. The ghosts inside are all your friends dressed up in a silly costume with a job to scare people.” He was right though. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you. So…please? I just want to spend my time with you.” You know what? I gave up. I couldn’t do anything when he was pouting like that. Besides…
Blake would not take a no for an answer.
“Fine.” He smiled widely and we went back to the court, finding Karen who was still sitting in the same spot. She directed her eyes on us and smiled widely seeing us together.
She stood up when we were close enough with her. “Good evening, Mr. Morgan.”
“Evening, Karen. Please, just call me Blake.”
“Oh, okay. Would you like to try the attraction?”
“Yes, please. With Olivia, if I’m allowed.”
“Of course! The guests are not that lot now.”
“Are you going to be okay alone, Karen?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about me, babe. Just go inside and have fun,” she shooed as Blake and I entered together.
We walked even further when a Frankenstein walked slowly and calmly in front of us. I squeaked immediately where I saw Blake stood silently like there was nothing happened. He held my hand tight and I could feel it through his hold.
He was trying to calm me down. There was nothing to be scared of. Not when I had him beside me. All the ghosts were my classmates dressed up in a scary costume as he said.
We continued even further, sometimes I would still be surprised but Blake managed to calm me. The room was very dark so no one noticed I was with my uncle holding hands. “I think this is it,” he suddenly said and pulled me to the very corner of the court.
I instantly panicked. “Blake, what are you doing?”
“I can’t wait until I take you home.” Oh, God, no.
“Blake, we can’t do it here.”
“Yes, we can. Don’t worry, little girl. I’ve inspected the room first before I took you here.” What?
“Did you…already entered before?” He hummed in response. I rolled my eyes. “You are crazy.”
“Is this stimulating for you? The room is dark. You can’t see me. You won’t know what I’ll be doing to you.” Blake was right and I was scared as hell. “No worries, little girl. No one would see us. I could see some of the guests are doing the same as we’re going to do. No one would pay attention to us. And there’s no one guarding this spot so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Like I said, you are crazy.”
He chuckled darkly and turned me over so I would face the wall. Kissing my neck while his hands grabbing my boobs through my shirt as I moaned in response.
“We can’t do it slow here,” he said.
“Then, you should take me home.”
“Ah, the vixen has come out to play. But baby? I want to try it here. Doing a quickie with you in public.” He lowered his hand to my jeans, unbuttoned them, and pushed his hand inside. Immediately found what he was looking for; my already wet clit. He rubbed it gently and a moan escaped my lips again. “You need to keep your mouth shut, Olivia. Otherwise, someone would come and inspect our spot.” I immediately covered my mouth with my hand while Blake was still busy touching my clit.
“Fuck,” he cursed and he unbuckled his pants. I felt his hard cock on me, ready to enter. “Remember to keep quiet, Olivia.” And he thrust his cock inside me easily. Immediately moving it in and out of me. Fast. Hard.
I tried my best to keep quiet but his brutal thrusts preventing me to do it. He was keeping his promise, he did it really quick. I couldn’t believe he still got the strength for it. We just did it a couple of hours ago before I came to school.
There was just no limit for him. Not for sex. And not for me.
He had me now and there was no way he would slip a chance for him to claim me.
“Fuck! God, you’re fucking mine, Olivia! Do you hear me? You’re mine! I can do anything I want with you. Anywhere. Anytime. I can’t wait the day where I could tell to the fucking world that you are the woman of my life and for that,” he paused and grabbed my jaw, turning me so he could capture my lips. Kissing me hard. Silencing my moans. Showing his love through his kiss.
“I need you to believe in me.”
I wanted that too.
I wanted to openly show the world that I loved him. Blake Morgan was the love of my life. My everything. My peace. My calm.
I believed in him.
I knew Blake would do anything in his power to make me happy. And I would do anything to ensure his happiness as well.
No more running.
No more hiding.
“Come for me, Olivia.” Within three more thrusts from him, I came hard. He blew his seeds inside me. Completing each other. I almost screamed when he attacked my mouth with his kiss. Silencing me.
We slowly fell to the floor with his other hand wrapped around my tummy. “God, I fucking love you, woman. I love you so much.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the same. I had no strength. My body was sore and worn out. He had worn me.
Instead of confessing the same, I rubbed his hair. “No strength left in you?” I hummed and he smirked. “Then, I’ll do the honor by bringing you home and shower you more with my love again.”
And he did just that once we got home.