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The ornate high domed ceiling, the heavy framed modern art on the white stucco walls. The veined marble giving way to polished boards as my eye catches a Japanese screen in a semi-lit room I pass.
The whole place is big, expensive and immaculate. Just like the man who owns it, I decide.
“Kitchen's through here,” Vincent observes, pointing to an even bigger area at the end of the hallway that flickers as the stainless steel and chrome fittings sparkle. But he’s more interested in getting to another part of the house via the kitchen.
“This is your room… for now, I mean.” He says a little sheepishly.
I peek into the room as he flicks another switch, craning my neck around his body. The scent of fresh paint hitting my nose but what really throws me is the clothes laid out on the end of a gorgeous four poster bed, solid oak and as old as the hills behind us. Looking like it was made just yesterday.
There’s a matching dresser and vanity with a low, velvet topped stool. Neat rows of all my favorite creams and lotions. The ones I used to buy when I could afford it, and even then only as a treat.
It’s dark out, but through the large floor to ceiling windows I can see a courtyard with screens of Japanese Maples. A pond I just know is brimming with Koi fish, and a little wooden bridge over it. Cliche’ or classy might be in the eye of the beholder, but Vincent's taste in home decorating are the least of my concerns right now.
“I- I thought you lived alone…” I hear myself saying, feeling crestfallen once I figure this must be someone else’s room. A house mate or even the maid’s room. But everything looks brand shiny new.
“I- I do,” he replies before adding, “I mean, I used to…” Which only confuses me even more.
I move past him, taking in the surroundings as I step towards the windows, feeling a little like I’ve maybe even been here before, but only because everywhere I look are things I’d pick myself, or buy if I could afford them.
“It’s… It’s just-” I start to say, turning to see him in the room. His eyes scanning my body from toe to top.
“Beautiful…” He murmurs, taking a step closer and brushing some hair out of my face back behind my ear, making me shiver as I feel my eyes closing. The sensation of his thick, warm hand cupping my face making me forget every question, every doubt. But only pouring gasoline on the fire I feel inside whenever he touches me.
“I want you, Violet.” He says softly but firmly. The words drawing a little mew from me as I feel my body being pulled towards his, not daring to open my eyes in case this is just another hallucination of the world I wished was real.
Vincent’s world. The one where he loves me and wants to take care of me forever. Like the perfect dream except I never have to wake up because its real.
Daddy…
But this is real and getting realer by the second once I feel his other hand move behind my back. Like a giant catchers mitt he’s pulling me closer still. Slow enough to give me time to tell him to stop, but I know I don’t want him to.
In fact this is exactly what I wanted him to do the first time I saw him in class.
Needing things from him I don’t even understand yet myself, but I know he's the only one who could ever make me feel this way.
I know he's the only man I could ever trust without even knowing why.
“I don't know what to do.” I whisper, feeling my face redden but keeping my eyes clamped shut.
“Just say yes. say you’ll stay… And most of all, say you’ll be mine.” Vincent croons. My hands already sliding up and down his powerful forearms in reply, my need to have him teach me harder lessons than statistics welling up in me until I feel like a bubble’s about to burst inside me.
My eyes flutter open when I feel the warmth of his lips so close to mine, and not wanting to miss this first kiss for anything, I lose myself in the pressure of his mouth over mine.
His dark eyes like a void I can’t help falling into deeper and harder than I ever thought possible as his low growl mixes with my own whimpering breath.
Holding me tighter and kissing me harder once my answer’s clear to both of us.
Yes I want this… Yes I want him, but most of all, I want whatever he has for me in those tailored pants of his.
I need it right now, more than ever.
Chapter 9
Vincent
Icouldn’t have planned it better. And the best part is, I hadn’t counted on or planned any of this.
Maybe if I’d just asked Violet over instead of stalking her for weeks, we could’ve both arrived at the same place sooner.
