Emma's POV
I was sorely mistaken.
I understood the power Chase had on the girls in school. If he was that good after a three day trip, when all everyone wanted to do was rest, then he definitely was H I M!
I got back home to my mom and Mark getting at it in the living room, shamelessly.
Ridden with too much moral guilt to talk, I went up as quietly as I could.
I was ready to forget what happened, but with every thing I did, my mind always seemed to wander back there.
It was not something I could forget in a jiffy.
"Hey. How was your trip?" Mom asked the next morning.
My legs felt like spaghetti.
"It was nice." I answered curtly.
I had only begun to feel guilty.
The last night was magic, the next day was hell to pay.
She looked quite unsatisfied. "Did anything spectacular happen?" My mom asked, pressing further.
"What is supposed to be spectacular about a trip?" I asked her.
"Everything. I mean, it's a new experience." She replied.
I was used to my mom taking breaks from parenting, where she'd abandon me to myself for a while, and then suddenly start caring again.
But that was just the wrong day, the wrongest of days.
My mind still hadn't settled.
"Why are you acting weird?" She asked me.
"What do you even mean by that? That I'm not walking around the house smiling like a fool and curtseying to every Tom, Dick and Harry?" My voice was unsteady and a pitch higher.
"She's spent." An unexpected visitor offered from the walkway. "She's tired from yesterday." Chase said smiling.
I wanted the ground to open and swallow me.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him.
"Pardon me ladies." He curtsied and went out.
My mom looked smitten. I was embarrassed, fucking embarrassed.
Not only was I thoroughly under-dressed, my face was still swollen from yesterday, most especially my lips.
"You should get a wash. You smell like…" My mom said,
"Please go out. Please, please, please, go out." I said to her,
I didn't want to hear it.
My mom went out without saying another word.
I had Chase to deal with. I didn't appreciate the fact that he was growing fond of me.
I lived more comfortably in denial.
I badly wanted to pretend that it didn't happen. But there was evidence all around me, in me, on me.
I had to do something.
Chase came in me several times. I knew nothing about contraceptives, except what they were used for.
I grabbed my bag to get my phone but it wasn't in it.
My mind was cut. What the fuck was the universe trying to do with me?
I began to get antsy and started guessing all the places I could've dropped it.
Somewhat sure that I brought it back home, I overturned all the chairs and the pillows, the bed, my curtains, dresses, literally any and everything. "Damn." I exclaimed.
Things were not going the way I wanted
"Looking for this?" Chase said again.
I turned to see that mom left the door half open.
"You left it in a hurry last night, Cindy." He said, handing my phone over to me.
I had been stupid about not putting a password on my phone. It's something my mom made me do, she did the same. We never put pins or locks on our phones. Lately, I noticed she had two, with locks.
Annoyed at myself for forgetting to do so, I thanked him hurriedly and closed the door.
Unfortunately for me, Chase had put a foot in and blocked the door.
"Wann talk about last night?" He asked.
In all the movies I ever saw, it was always the other way round, never the guy asking.
I thought it was going to be easy. Being the playboy he was. I thought he was going to forget it like he had forgotten sleeping with almost half the school.
"Yeah. You really should be smoother with wooing girls. With how scratchy you were, I wonder how you got almost all the girls in school." I said, sounding as sassy as I could.
"But you fell for it," Chase said, smiling. On someone else, I'd have wholeheartedly admitted that it was a million dollar smile. The fact that he was shirtless wasn't helping matters. I was struggling already.
"Get out of my room." I shouted at him.
"I do have a lot of things to do." He said.
"Then go fucking do them. Just get out. That's all I want." He was getting harder to resist by the minute.
"You're first on my list though." He licked and smacked his lips.
I kept backing away as fast as I could.
Chases laughed and came in, bolting the door behind him.
I had only my bedsheets for covering and between me trippin on them, or stumbling against all the other stuff I had littered the room with, they were slipping off me.
He walked towards me like a model on the runway.
Before he even got within five feet of me, I had begun to have shaky breaths.
I couldn't recognise that Emma.
Chase out his hand on my neck and brought my lips up to his.
"Kiss me." He dropped his hands to his sides, leaving my head hanging. "Now." He commanded.
I closed the gap between us, held his head, and did all I had imagined doing to him with my lips.
Impressed, Chase started moaning.
He held my head and tore it away from himself.
"That's not where I want you to suck on." Chase's sex exhale was like the breath of life to me.
"Where?" I asked, sex crazed.
He grabbed my already disheveled hair and took me down to his already throbbing dick. "Here"He said,
Chase was hard and dripping.
"Suck it." He commanded.
It was like telling me to breathe. I wanted to do it anyway.
It was not an ideal morning, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.