Stolen Virtue

Dillon and Clyde (pt-1)

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Chapter 9

I knew that smell, I would be able to pick that smell out of a crowded room. That smell is embedded into my nostril. That smell can only be associated with one person. Clyde Romeo Davis. What my sleep corrupt brain could not understand, was why I was smelling Clyde in my bed. I inhaled deeply, and I felt something moved under me.

 My body stiffen and I tried to gather my thoughts. Everything came rushing back to me, a wave of fresh tears threaten to fall anew. I bit it off and told myself I was not going to cry, I was going to stay strong and fight through. I was not going to let whoever hurt me, bring me down and take control of my life.

 I eased myself off of Clyde's chest, however his grip tighten, pulling me back. I decided it was best to shake him awake. I pushed on his chest, calling his name. "Clyde, Clyde, wake up." It all happen so fast, I didn't have any time react. One minute I was tucked securely up against Clyde's side, with my head on the chest and the next I was pinned under him with his tongue in my mouth.

 At first I laid there rigid, not daring to move. I waited for the feeling of dread and panic to take over. However, when his hand began to skim the length of my body, heat started to build up in me. Instead of feeling panic or fear, I felt passion and longing. My heart kicked up, heat began to pool between my thighs as his hand gently caress my breast.

 I moaned, giving into him. My hands came around him, fingers sinking into the skin on his back. His reaction was just as fast as when I tried to wake him. One minute I was pinned to the bed being kissed by him and the next I was I utterly alone.

 Clyde jumped from the bed, having come to his senses. He looked at my kiss swollen lips, then his eyes travel over my disarray body. The shirt of his that I was wearing was high up my thigh and moulded to my body. My legs were left parted, from where he had been. His eyes travelled back up my body then locked with mine. I was breathing hard, and shaking slightly. He swore under his breath and flee the room, leaving me there confused and ashamed.

 After hiding away in the room for almost an hour, I decided to venture out. I had nothing else to wear so I stayed in what I was already wearing. Fixing my hair as best as I could, I went in search of Clyde. I took my first real look at the house, realising it was a bungalow. A very clean bungalow, from the looks of it, you wouldn't believe that there was a party just the night before. Gotta love being rich.

 On my right of the room, sat a set of lush brown Italian leather sofas and behind it was a massive fireplace with heavy logs and dusty embers, which was enclosed by a strong golden cage. The chandelier was a waterfall of mesmerizing handcraft crystals.

 Above the fireplace lay a golden guiled mirror and in it I could have seen the left half of the house. The kitchen was by far the loveliest. Bright and airy, yet cosy and comfortable. A chrome top breakfast island separated the kitchen from the lounge room. Pendant lights were directly above the island, enhancing the lighting and the beauty of the kitchen. A two-door stainless steel refrigerator sat in a small alcove with frosted cupboards on either side.

 Opposite the fridge was another alcove where a stainless steel chrome hob was. Standing in front of it was Clyde making a very late breakfast. I wanted to run back into the room and continue hiding, however I steel my nerves and made my way over to him.

 I pulled out a chair and sat down behind the breakfast island. Clyde never stopped to acknowledge me, but I knew he knew that I was there from the stiffness of his shoulders.

 The tantalizing scent of the eggs reached my nostril, causing my stomach to protest. Clyde heaped up a good portion on a plate and set it down in front of me. He did the same for himself then got us both coffee. He took a seat across from me and started eating. Not knowing what else to do, I started to eat as well.