Chapter 9- Blaire's POV
"Blaire!!!" Mira screamed and jumped on me, hugged me so tight my bones were literally crushing. I was happy to see her too but I was happier she was the one that walked in instead of someone else like Richard.
That reminds me, he hasn't come to check on me. Well, I ignored the thought I'd still thank him for helping though for now let me focus on Mira its been ages.
"How are you?" I asked Mira, really excited to see her. "I'm good. I should be asking how you're doing my love. I know you've been through so much." her once cheery face changed to a sad one. Maxwell excused himself and left the room.
"What's important is that I'm safe, for now!" I said referring to the fight with Lisa and rolled my eyes realizing I shouldn't have said it.
"For now? What does that mean?" she asked worriedly.
"Nothing. I just meant I hope it doesn't happen again." I lied.
"Of course, it won't. You'll be safe from now on." she assured.
I hugged her again. "I missed you so much," I told her, honestly.
"I missed you too." she pecked me on my cheeks. Then continued, "Enough of the sad talks, tell me what I walked into." she grinned and I blushed.
"It's nothing," I said still blushing. "It's complicated, he makes me happy I'm at peace when I'm with him but Richard, he is so mean yet I can't help but think about him and I feel this inner peace around him. He makes me feel safe." I let out a sigh of relief I'm glad I could tell someone how I felt.
Then I told her about the dreams I've been having of Richard, the sexual dream.
"It's heat period, for the wolves. A time for mating, the newly found mates are claimed and marked. With time it becomes uncontrollable and extreme." Mira explained.
"Well… I don't think it's possible for anything to happen between Richard and me, I mean… he has Lisa."I felt a little tightness in my chest just thinking of it but it is what it is.
"Never say never!!!" Mira said in a singing tone and we laughed. The rest of the day we talked about random things that have happened in our lives since we had been apart.
Mira slept and I was just on the bed looking at the ceiling then I decided to check on Richard and thank him for coming to my rescue. I quickly changed from my nightie into a tank top and a short flay skirt then tied my hair into a bun.
On my way to his study, I was feeling nervous and rehearsing what to say in my mind so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself but I remembered how it went last time after I rehearsed what to say I ended up forgetting everything.
"Okay… I will just freestyle", I said to myself.
I knocked on his door first, "Come in." He said. His voice was so smooth yet commanding, it stirred emotions within me. His tone sent a rush of heat through my veins, awakening desires that were buried beneath.
I went ahead inside the room, he raised his face and looked almost surprised to see me in his study but immediately tried to hide the expression. I chuckled under my breath "Classic Richard."
"Blaire." He shot his right eyebrow up. The subtle way he emphasized each syllable, infusing it with a hint of playfulness and warmth, created a tantalizing effect that lingered in the air, leaving a trail of anticipation that I couldn't help but follow with a heightened sense of curiosity and attraction.
His voice was slightly deep with just enough bass to make my pussy clench.
"I see you feel better." He said in what sounded like a question. I wasn't sure if that was a question or just a statement. He didn't even ask me to sit but I did eventually.
The subtle way he emphasized each syllable, infusing it with a hint of playfulness and warmth, created a tantalizing effect that lingered in the air, leaving a trail of anticipation that I couldn't help but follow with a heightened sense of curiosity and attraction.
With a gentle shift, he sat on the edge of the table close enough that our knees could touch. Our gazes locked and then I replied. "Yes, I- - I do." I stuttered. Fuck! I need to comport myself.
"So… want to tell me why you're here?" He asked with an evil smirk on his face. Cocky bastard.
I still wasn't comfortable with the shared space between us, which made it hard for me to concentrate. It felt like an intimate connection that surpassed mere physical proximity.
"Yes. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out. I mean… coming to rescue me. I'm grateful." I smiled nervously. He kept staring at me and I was burning up inside. I stood up to leave but he held me back and took me in between his legs.
His hand on me loosened as his thumb stroked the skin exposed by the short skirt.
He grabbed my hands and guided me to his tented pants "Feel this? This is what you do to me." He whispered his voice deliciously brusque.
But when he grabbed my ass I couldn't think my body was working by desire only
I couldn't resist him my body was working automatically, and I wanted more.
My clit pulsed in answer desperate for more. I'm such a little whore.
Our faces were mere inches apart, breaths mixed in a shared space full of anticipation. The atmosphere sizzled with unstated lust, the unyielding pull of an imminent connection.
Our eyes dart between each other's lips, magnetized by the unspoken promise of what could be. Time seems to stand still, suspended at the moment, as the tension weaves an invisible thread that binds our hearts, each heartbeat echoing the yearning pulsing between us.
My hand was still on his bulge, it grew stronger and bigger with every passing second. Our breaths mingle, with the rapid beating of their hearts. Time itself appears to slow as if granting them a suspended moment to savor the imminent connection, just as our lips were about to meet someone interrupted us.