XAVIER’S POV
I never thought Sarah would harbor feelings for me… it was a revelation that left me reeling. We hardly spoke since her childhood and now that we are living under the same roof, I felt like I am navigating a minefield.
Her diary, left carelessly opened, had revealed her secret. I didn’t know what moved me to skim through her diary, but I regretted my curiosity getting the better of me. Now that her feelings are exposed, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. I couldn’t meet her gaze without thinking of her confession.
I simply can’t get myself to reciprocate her said feelings for me.
I don’t know if my rejection was overly harsh, but I couldn’t help it. We are not meant to get into such a relationship.
She’s just so young, impulsive, stubborn and also kind and genuine. I sensed my rejection crushed her more than I initially imagined, and it haunted me to see myself as the cause of her tears. I felt disquiet when her tears streamed down her face. I didn’t know how to comfort her without betraying my stern disapproval. I was helpless against her reaction to my rejection.
I slammed the door to my study and buried myself in some books. I couldn’t enjoy the enthusiasm of reading anymore; the thought of Sarah clouded my mind. In frustration, I plunked the book down on the table, the thud sounded throughout the room. I let out a soft sigh and checked the time from the hanging wall clock. Ten pm and she still hadn’t returned; it is past her curfew.
I got up and descended the flight of stairs, my mind tugging me to give her a call. I hesitated for a while before finally dialing her number.
The call went through but no answer. I called her again, and then an unknown voice rang through the phone.
“Hello..”
“This isn’t Sarah, where is she?” I asked, frowning at the discorded sound in the background.
“Sorry, I answered in place of her…. Let me get through to her…..” There was a slight pause before she yelled: “SARAH!” I heard the girl sighing from the phone. “Hello, I just realized she is so drunk; she is completely wasted.”
She’s drunk? This girl! I seethed in silence.
“Send me her location,” I said and hung up. I hurried to my room, grabbed my jacket and car key.
I stormed out of the house and got into my car. How could she be so irresponsible? Just because I said no to her, she went ahead to find solace in alcohol.
It’s late, does she plan on returning home at midnight? I won’t allow that. Her father put her in my care for a reason. That was due to her impulsive and stubborn nature. Her father was worried she might misbehave without guidance, and that’s why he refused her to stay at the school hostel. At first, I thought he was being too overprotective of her; I even advised him to give her some freedom, but now I see reasons why he made me watch over her. A storm brewed in my thoughts, and I started the engine. Just then, I received the text of her location, and I quickly drove down there to meet her.
I entered the heaving club and tried finding her. There in the bar, she was resting her head on the counter looking drunk, just as the girl on the phone stated.
“Sarah…” I called, my gaze flashing with disappointment.
She raised her head and turned to look at me, her eyes wandering over me as if trying to make out who I was.
She’s so drunk.
“Mr. Clinton…” Her lips curled in a smile. She won’t be smiling after I scold her tomorrow morning. I lifted her arm, helping her stand.
“Who are you to her… oh, you’re the one we saw at the mall that day…” It was the same voice that answered the phone.
I ignored her and led Sarah out of the club. While I unlocked the car, I heard her chuckling. “What’s so funny? I haven’t scolded you for getting drunk.”
She kept smiling, holding onto my arm tightly. She looked adorable, but her immature and impulsive behavior overshadowed the rest of her personality.
I opened the door attempting to put her into the car, but what she did made me frown. She dislodged herself from my grip, refusing to go in. “Sarah,” I called, expressing my displeasure. But what she did next caught me off guard.
Her body crashed on mine, our lips almost touching as her gaze was fixed on me. My muscles stiffened as I felt her ample bosom on my chest, evoking a long-lost stimulation. It was slight, but I couldn’t ignore it.
I wanted to push away, but I was taken aback by what she said to me.
“You are one hot middle-aged man I would love to take on tonight.” Her lips were curved up in a flirtatious smile; she bit her lips, her gaze becoming unsteady.
If she had said this before her feelings were exposed, I would be incredulous at the drunk Sarah in front of me.
She brought her lips closer, shortening the distance between us. I quickly covered her mouth before our lips could lock. “You are in so much trouble, young lady. When the effect of alcohol wears off, we’re gonna have a long talk. Now get in the car,” I said, and she chuckled softly without yielding.
I couldn’t withstand the heat emitting from our closeness; the night’s gentle breeze added another layer to the suffocating intimacy.
While I drove back home, I regularly checked on her to see if she had fallen asleep. She lay peacefully on the leather seat, muttering under her breath. Her words I couldn’t quite comprehend as she was under the influence of alcohol.
We arrived home half an hour later and carried her out of the car. I heard her chuckling again. What’s so amusing? What the hell is wrong with this girl? I glanced at her smiling face, irked by her behavior, but I quickly brushed it off and got inside.
I placed her down on the bed; her hand gripped onto my collar, unwilling to let go. I let out an exasperated sigh, tugging her hands off me, but it was futile. Her legs clung to my waist, her eyes shut as if enjoying seeing me helpless against her.
“Please, Mr. Clinton,” she murmured, her voice seductively sweet. I found myself yielding unto her without struggling further.
“What are you begging for?” I asked, unsure of what she wants.
“I want you,” she said, her voice expressing her desire as her body reacts desperately. Her grip on my collar tightened significantly, her hips twitching as she pleaded. “Please stay with me.”
I snapped out of whatever charm she had on me and forcefully pulled away, but she wasn’t letting go. She dragged my shirt; I think a button was lost by her swift and selfish deed.
“Sarah, let go of me,” I yelled, my voice stern, and yet she didn’t flinch. Instead, she gripped the back of my neck. I held her hand to stop her from progressing with whatever she was planning on doing.
I didn’t know why I was being so gentle towards her. I couldn’t bring myself to forcefully rip her hands off me nor leave when her demanding voice begged me to stay.
“I want you,” she mumbled and licked her lips, leaning closer.
Damn this girl!
Before I could react, her lips crashed on mine.