AGE GAP STORY!!!
Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind.
that's when someone else grabbed he...
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{Beverly}
My heart was beating at such a fast rate, I had absolutely no idea why I chose to do this. My footsteps were light, I winced everytime I made a noise.
"What are you doing?" I shut my eyes in disappointment. My breathing was heavy, just like his voice. His voice was hoarse and deep.
"H-hello Mr. Petrov. Didn't see you there buddy" I wave awkwardly at him. He narrows his eyes at me. He looks at me with a questioning look.
"I asked you a question, clover." He says , I quickly hide the bowl behind my back and refuse to answer. Mr. Petrov starts walking towards me. His footsteps were heavy and I prayed that he didn't find the bowl I was trying to hide.
"Clover" he warns and I lower my head.
And just as I was about to turn, warm calloused hands wrap around my throat and tilt my head upwards. Mr. Petrov looks at me with a calculating gaze.
"Be a good girl and answer me" I gulp down my saliva and bring my bowl forward. He looks down at it with a confused look.
"You're hungry?" He asked. I shake my head, immediately.
"It's not f-for me. It's for Simba. He's a cute lil dog. He lives a few blocks down our home. It's a cold day and I-I just wanted to make sure he's not hungry or cold" I explain, Mr. Petrov's hand was now on my cheek, caressing the soft skin with him calloused hands.
"At 2 am" I mumble a small 'yes'. His face softens and he grabs my hand pulling me along .
"Where are you taking me?" I ask softly not wanting to anger him.
"To Simon" he says nonchalantly.
I frown and correct him. "It's Simba"
He says something like 'as if I care' to himself. Mr. Petrov drapes his suit jacket around my shoulder as he walks with me.
"Simba" I call out as I reach the bench. A few minutes later, little Simba comes wiggling his tail. I sit down with him on my lap. He jumps around and Wiggles his tail in approval.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier" I apologise as I stroke his ears. He doesn't seem to mind as He rushes towards his food and dig in.
I giggle watching him eat and as I turn my gaze, I find Mr. Petrov standing near a pole leaning against it. He had his arms crossed and his veins were popping under the radiance of the streetlight.
