It was like a race; we ran upstairs like a bunch of teenagers in a forbidden relationship hiding from the adults. If we had entered my room one second later, Nova who suddenly came out of their room would have seen us. She roams around the house in the middle of the night like a ghost with an unsolved grudge.

"That was close," I breathed out as I locked the door behind us knowing the girls have no sense of personal space and they would never knock when coming into my room. They would barge in and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"Come here." The beige man pulled me and pressed his lips on mine. I quickly threw the thoughts of the girls having no sense of personal space out the windows and welcomed his lips on mine. My face and ears hit up almost immediately as his hands went under my shirt and sensually rubbed my back.

"Hmm-the moms-hm-are-nhhng-planning-hmm-to-hm-send-nnhhnngg-the kids-hmppm-WAIT!" I pulled away, leaving some space between us to talk clearly. "The moms are planning to send the kids to another school, Vienna Brown. They are planning a meeting to talk about it," I added, explaining what was said in the group chat.

"So? If you want her to go, send her. She'd be happy to know if you are the one that's deciding which school she'll be going to," He responded and pulled me closer, colliding our lips once again but abruptly stopping. "Ah, I almost forgot!" He let go of my body and tucked his hand into his pocket, bringing out a card.

"This is my card and I want you to have it," He said, pressing the card to my palms. "I know you'll say you can't take it but listen to me, you always take my daughter out and buy things for her with your money and I don't like that. Take this and keep it... Remember when I said I want to take care of you and Reality? Take it..."

I bit my lips, contemplating taking the card or not but he was right, I'd spent a lot of money on buying things for the little girl but it wasn't that I was complaining, I just thought it would be better to take the card.

"Thank you. I'll put it to good use," I let out and held the card tightly. Taking a few steps, I got to my nightstand and opened the lower drawer, gently placing the card in. I slowly walked back to him and pushed him to sit on the bed, straddling him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"How was the party?" He started. Slightly blushing while straight into his eyes, I bit my lower lips to suppress the wide grin that was threatening to force itself out. I nodded and looked away, feeling my face heat up even more. "It was nice,"

I felt his hands sneaking lower from my waist to my ass as he pushes me down and pulled forward; my ass feeling everything more intensely than before. I gulped as it felt like I was sitting on a piece of wood and felt even more hot because It was the first time something like that would happen to me.

My first time was with Jake and it was weird and embarrassing that we made a mutual agreement to forget it ever happened. My second time was when Richard Wilson forced himself on me and the third time... well, it might happen in the moment.

Our bodies pressed together and our faces were only a few centimetres away; almost like teasing, he licked his lips, wetting them with his saliva in anticipation while staring at my lips like he had been starving for ages before pressing our lips together. My eyes automatically closed shut as I slowly parted my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

Moving my hands from the back of his head to his hair and gently tugging on his hair, he let out a low grunt and pushed me harder on his wood. We pulled away for a while to catch our breath but he leaned in and trapped my lower lips in between in teeth. The feeling that rushed to my body that instant was incomprehensible causing me to pull his hair harder. I didn't know why but I wanted to feel more of the feeling, I was craving to feel more causing me to unintentionally grind on him.

"Fuck!" The beige man cursed out as he tightened his grip on my ass.

The kisses turned to something else and in just a few seconds, my back was on the mattress and the beige man was hovering over me with our bodies pressed tightly together. He pulled away and pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, leaving him shirtless. Without giving me enough time to ogle him, He grabbed my hands and pinned them down above my head indirectly telling me he was in charge—he had the upper hand.

Roughly, he pressed our lips together in a way that almost made me think he was a werewolf in disguise. His hands moved under my shirt and landed on my breast but the problem was...

I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

The memories of the night with Richard Wilson that I had been trying to lock off and forget rushed back into my head causing tears to well up in my eyes. I mentally assured myself that he wasn't Richard Wilson and I indeed wanted him to touch me. As his hands began to massage my breasts, my body began to shudder in fear and the tears began to make their way down my eyes, moving to my ears.

"Please stop," I wasn't kissing him anymore as the only thing my mind allowed my mouth to do was form into an ugly shape and cry. My emotions took control of my thoughts and I couldn't push the thoughts and fear back in as I continue too sob.

He pulled away and looked at my horrible state before hurriedly getting off my body. "Are you okay?" He asked with worry laced in his voice, trying to touch my hands but I flinched when his hands touched my body.

"Just please stop!" I couldn't control the waterfall that took its place in my eyes. The air was slowly becoming a luxury as I struggled to breathe, my chest rose up and down rapidly as it felt like I was being violated by Richard Wilson all over again.

"Wraya?" He called with more worry but all I could see was Richard Wilson's predator's face looking down at me with a creepy smile plastered. At the back of my mind, I knew my mind was playing tricks on me, I was just seeing things and Richard Wilson wasn't really in my room but I couldn't bring myself to fully believe it. The room felt smaller than it actually was as the beige man tried to shake some senses into me but it just made me feel like a prey even more.

"Please, don't do this! I'm begging you, stop"

He held me into a tight hug trying to calm me down and I resulted to trying to use all my strength to wiggle away from his embrace but as expected, I didn't come out victorious. "Relax, it's me. I would never hurt you," He let out, still holding me tightly and I was still trying to escape.

"Wraya, Stop! It's me! You're fine, Listen here... You're fine. You'll be fine. I'm here and nothing would happen to you..." He whispered. I looked up and I saw the beige man's face looking down at me, worried. I raised my hand and touched his face, confirming he was the one and I was in my room. I shudder out a breath in relief.

Slowly, I started to calm down and relax myself into his embrace. I wasn't sure how long we were there but it was long enough to make me relax and forget some things ever happened. With the beige man clocking that I was back to normal, he pulled away and grabbed his shirt on the floor, putting it on.

He came back to the bed and sat far away from me before speaking and it was almost like he knew what happened. He was smart and he must have clocked the reason behind my panic attack, "Who do you want me to kill?"

A/N
Not y'all thinking they were going to fuck😂 but likeeeeeee this is the most you will get. Even that make-out session took me HOURS to write and I'm sorry for adding a panic attack right at the end. I couldn't help myself—I just love angst.

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