My Charming Player

2.My Charming Player

- Could I know what are you doing hidden in the closet and lying on the floor? "I opened my eyes and I found Olivia in front of me. Was it all a dream? I looked around and saw the bottle of whiskey beside a chair.

James Mallory had kissed me. But did he mean it? He was accustomed to do it with all the ladies and I was no exception.

- That bottle is not really yours! Is it?So you've been sleeping here ...- I saw as her hand approached my cheek and gave me a slap in the face. I Did not want to mourn over, and less in front of her.

- It isn’t mine!

-’’Tomorrow at nine we’ll be out of here, we will leave the city and go to the countryside until that character change’’- Being educated on the countryside? That meant being away from New York, and with that, Mr. Mallory.

- I'm not going anywhere! This is my home and I do not move here.

"We'll see tomorrow ...-she opened the door shut and Claire came up with a blanket,she wrap me in it. Olivia left and I began to mourn, disconsolate.

- Claire ... I'm moving from New York! Luckily I'll have you ...- when I looked into her eyes, I knew something was wrong.

"Sorry, Miss Grayson, I'm staying here ... your stepmother told me earlier.-tears left me with more strength than before and I ran to my room, locking the door.

I took off my dress and the corset so tight and I opened the drawer of the nightstand. I took the handkerchief and sniffed ... was as if I had his lips again ... How could I have a crush on a man who I had just seen twice in my life?

And with that thought I fell asleep.

- Open the door, Jean! "I woke up startled by the noise of the door. I looked at the clock on my desk and saw that it was half past nine.

I did not want to leave my home, where I had spent much time with my parents like a family.

- I will not leave here, "suddenly the image of the grave of my father came to my mind and I could not hold back the tears. I was so unlucky...

James P.O.V

When I went to the Grayson’s house I could smell the scent of freshly brewed coffee.I was so hungry I could not bear it, and I directed my steps to the kitchen, where I found my sister, her head in her hands.

"Olivia,Are you okay? "I had always appreciated my sister, but knew it she wasn’t the purest soul existed. She had always been somewhat opportunistic and capricious.

"She drives me crazy brother,Jean does not want to leave her room and we have to go!" I grabbed a croissant from the table and I bit it. It tasted glory.

- Do you want me to go upstairs and convince her? "-But after what happened last night I did not think she was going to open her door.

"If you do I'll give you this damn house." I reached out and grabbed her hand as a compromise.

"Deal’’.-I left the croissant on the table and grabbed a tray.

- What are you doing? "I filled a glass with juice and put it in a dish along with some croissants.

"I have to take her something" I left the kitchen with the tray in my hands and climbed the stairs, hearing her crying.

I could not stand the idea of her weeping. Those beautiful green eyes did not deserve so many tears.

When I reach her room, I hold the tray with one hand and knocked on the door with the other one.

- I will not leave, as I told you!

-"I'm James.-suddenly, sobbing stopped." Besides, I bring you breakfast, you must be hungry.''- I waited a few minutes, until the door opened slowly, revealing her cheeks reddened because of the mourn.

-Can I enter?, "I said with a smile. Jean stepped aside and i left the breakfast in bed, closing the door. I offered her a glass of juice and she drank it down, leaving the empty glass on the tray.

-Thanks.

-Jean ... I told you not to cry again "I could not stop looking at her eyes, those eyes...

"I know, but I do not want to leave New York.-before finishing the sentence she was back in tears. My heart started to melt and I approached her.

"Maybe it's best for you, Olivia knows her stuff. You will be educated as a lady and in a few years you will be back ... if you want to. "she lowered her eyes and I felt the need to embrace her, so I did.

I could feel her body trembling in my arms and that made me embrace her stronger.

"I don’t want to Go,"- she whispered.

"Sshh, quiet, everything will be alright. Olivia will take care of you.-we parted slowly and I looked into her eyes again. But gradually my eyes fell to her lips and stood fixed.

Without realizing I was getting closer to what is appropriate and within two seconds my lips moved along with hers. I could not stop, she was irresistible.

My tongue licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance and she opened her mouth. Our tongues met and it was like something exploded in me. My hand fell on her back and grabbed her firmly. She moaned and that made me go up breathing, kissing her harder.

She was the one who broke the kiss to breathe, looking away, her cheeks flushed.

"You'd better go James. I will pack up and I'll walk away with Olivia to the countryside.-my hand stroked his cheek and turned her face toward me.

Suddenly I heard footsteps on the stairs and I knew it was my sister, so I stood at a safe distance and waited for her to appear in the room.

- Have you already entered in reason, "asked my sister from the doorway. Jean nodded her head slightly and placed a lock of her blond hair behind her ear.

"I think I should Go" I said as Olivia smiled and turned around, dropping back down.

"Well Jean ... I hope to see you soon.-she was facing the wall and I placed my hands on her waist.

"Goodbye Mr. Mallory.-I gave her a little kiss on her soft neck and left the room, hearing her sobs again.

Jean P.O.V

When I felt her hands on my waist I felt a shiver down my spine.

"Well Jean ... I hope to see you soon.

"Goodbye Mr. Mallory.-I knew I was being very cold, but I wanted to start to forget, to make it less painful." he gave me a kiss on the neck and left.

I began to mourn, depressed at the thought of not seeing him again.

But when Olivia came back I had to focus on the words she was saying to me.

-Go downstairs in five minutes, the driver will return later to pack all your things, Claire will do it’’- all I wanted to take with me was the tissue of Mr. Mallory and my diary. So I put them in a bag and went downstairs, leaving the house where I grew up with an uncertain fate.