Passion.

Chapter Two

"Claire! Wake up!" I hear coming from my mothers mouth. "No. I'm here for two more days, let me sleep!" I yell back. I stuff a pillow over my head and fall back to sleep, but soon after I'm woken up by a splash of water on my face. I get out of bed and get changed into a dress my mothers ordered me to wear. "Remember David and Roan Smith? We're meeting them today for brunch." She informs me. I don't want to see David again. Our nearly sexual encounter was very awkward, especially with his dad walking in on us. But I can't deny my attraction to him. He's very good looking, and his hands touching me caused all of my instincts to go after what I want, to be heightened. Although, I've never been that brave. After getting ready, I go downstairs and ask my mother why we're meeting them. "Because I like Roan." Oh. Wow, she actually admits her feelings for another human being for once. "You feel things?" I ask, dramatic and sounding a bit harsh. She rolls her eyes at me and says she's prepared breakfast. Her definition of breakfast is very different than mine. I look to the table and see just what I expected. A grapefruit, and a plain piece of toast is her definition of a good meal for me, simply because my hips don't align with the image of perfection she has in her head. I don't know how I have a bigger figure than most, but I do, and she'll never come to terms with that. She'd prefer me to be anorexic than the healthy weight I am now. I sneak food behind her back just so I can be satisfied. I can't tell whether it's a good or bad thing, but I can't eat anything, healthy or not, without her eyes sending a puncturing stare at my soul. I eat my little breakfast slowly, so it can last. I know she'll forbid me from actually eating anything when we go out to brunch. When we arrive to the outdoor restaurant, I say hello to Roan and David. David looks charming in a navy blue shirt and when he scans my body with his eyes, I become flustered. He licks his lips and takes a seat, as I do, sitting next to him. Mother looks smitten with Roan being seated next to her, but I can tell he's not interested. She's thirsting over a lost cause. He's attractive as well, with black hair, emerald colored eyes, a nicely cut beard, and a muscular build. I can see where David gets his fine features from. They're similar in height, and they both have an intense glare with a smoldering smirk. Roan strikes up a conversation with Alexis, and David goes on to put his hand on the top of my dress, below the table. I grab his hand and fumble with his fingers, a playful action. He has very masculine hands and they're giant compared to mine. Before I get the chance to ask David about something that's been on my mind since I met him, the waiter comes over and asks, "Are you all ready to order?" My mother disrespectfully answers for the table by saying "Yes." David laughs and orders a grilled chicken plate. My mother gets a salad, and Roan orders a steak. When the waiter asks what I want, I know I can't respond truthfully. My mother breaks the individual conversation between the waiter and I and says, "She'll have a salad. On a little dish please." Roan raises his eyebrow at her obvious controlling action and David looks surprised. Roan kindly steps in and goes on to say, "Actually, she can order what she likes. There's a lot of options here, why don't you pick something for yourself Claire." My mother gets angry and I mouth a subtle "Thank You" to him, before she starts an argument. "Since she's my daughter, I will tell her what to do and what she can have. Thank you for your concern, but she'll just take the salad." The waiter looks puzzled and uncertain about whose orders to follow. "Why the fuck are you forcing a leafy green salad down her throat? She's not going to the olympics, she can eat what she wants." David spits out. I smile at him and rub my hand over his, an appreciative gesture. But my mother continues the fight. "She needs to watch her figure. Her hips are getting a little wide." She says, trying to sound motherly, but instead sounding cruel. She's making it seem like I weigh much more than I do. I'm only 135 pounds.  Maybe I have an hourglass shape with hips, but it's nothing to obsess the way she does over. Roan becomes frustrated and I can see anger cross his face when he looks at my mother. He looks back over to me and says, "You're beautiful, and your body is as well. I can assure you, there is nothing to be ashamed about, truthfully, at all. Order what you like, it's on me." He winks. Wow. He is really attractive. This whole thing was embarrassing though. Why my mother feels the need to control everything, especially the food I eat, confuses me. I'll never understand it. I order a burger and fries and Roan leaves the table with my mother to discuss personal things, but I have a feeling he does it to give David and I privacy. "That was so embarrassing. I'm sorry." He puts his hand on my cheek and rubs it gently. "Don't apologize. Your mom is a bitch to you for no reason, and you don't deserve that kind of treatment. About last night, I'm sorry if it went to far. I respect you and your boundaries, if you want nothing to happen between us, that's okay." Why does him saying he respects me turns me on even more? "It's okay. Really, I liked it." I blush. "Have you ever been with a man before?" He asks, very straightforward. I'm conflicted with myself on how to answer this. If I answer truthfully, I'll sound inexperienced and boring, which may cause him to lose interest like many other guys have. But if I say yes, maybe he'll be more attracted to me. No, I can't lie. "No. Virgin Mary over here." I make light out of my answer. "How old are you?" He asks. "Twenty four." I respond. "Why haven't you been with anyone? Are you saving yourself for marriage?" He asks. "No. Oh god no, I think that concept is absurd. I just haven't found someone decent to lose it to. No ones really worth the trouble." I admit. " 'Worth the trouble'? Sex isn't trouble, it's pleasing." He responds. I nod. "Well I wouldn't know. I'm sure you would though." I blurt out. "I'm not a playboy like that Claire. I promise you, I choose carefully who I fuck and who I don't." The way he says fuck arouses me in a way I didn't know possible with the tone of a word. I clear my throat, and at the perfect time Roan and Alexis come back to the table. When the food comes around, I'm excited to eat a real meal for once. My mother usually makes me skip lunch and I rarely ever get anything besides vegetables or fruit. I take a huge bite out of the burger and moan out of satisfaction. This tastes so good. I know I've never had sex, but food has to be way better than sex. I eat quickly and when I look around, no one has finished there food yet. Now I feel odd. Oh well, it was good. David takes a bite out of his food and rests his hand on my thigh. His touch sends a shiver down my spine. He squeezes it and I put my hand on his, leading it up my dress. I know things are moving fast, but his hands feel so good. Besides, no one can see what's going on underneath this table. I scoot my chair in further and continue leading his hand to my underwear. Roan and My mother are occupied with other things, so I'm not concerned about them. He slowly and subtly takes off my underwear and slides them down to my ankles. His hands are a bit cold and the feeling of them against my moist and hot skin is unbearable. He sticks his two fingers inside of me and rolls them around in a perfect way, causing my hands to sweat, my mouth to salivate, and my legs to squeeze together. I open my eyes and stare at what he's doing to control the moans that are about to fall out of my lips. Putting my hand on the lower part of his shirt, I pull it for balance. He puts his lips to my ear and whispers "Don't moan. Don't scream." He moves his fingers more rapidly and my entire body is yearning for his lips. He brings me to a state of pleasure that's extraordinary and I release onto his fingers. I take a deep breath and swallow my urge to moan and he removes his fingers. He brings them up to his lips and licks the moisture off of them. That alone makes me want him even more. I pull my underwear back up and on as He smiles and looks at my mother and Roan. They're not phased and haven't noticed a thing through the conversation they're having. David just gave me my first orgasm, here, publicly, and it was hot as hell. "Give me your phone." He says. I hand it to him and he puts in his number and puts mine into his phone. Damn, he's sexy. "Why did that just happen?" I ask. "Because I want you. And I know how to get what I want." I smile. A school girl, nervous, blushing smile. I still don't understand why he wants me, I'm not anything special. The check comes over and Roan pays like a gentleman. We say goodbye and David says "If you need anything. Anything at all, call Roan. But if you want anything, from me, call me." He says, powerfully. He's kind, handsome, and giving, but also extremely seductive and enticing. On my way home, I know it's going to be hell. It's how it always goes. My mother will give me shit about eating something I shouldn't of and not following her orders, and we'll get into a huge argument and I'll tell her I'm never going to visit her house again. But I'll have to because of status and I'll just be miserable again. It'll forever be this way. I can't wait to return to my dorm in college, even though I have to sleep with someone else in my room, and am surrounded by a bunch of weed smoking idiots, it's better than being here. I'll make it as a writer one day, it'll all pay off. But I'm distracted from those happy thoughts when I get home.
"You really had to embarrass me like that young lady? You're my daughter, I birthed you, you follow my orders! Especially when you're staying in MY house."
"Shut up." I say, fed up with her harsh actions. "What did you just say to me?" "Shut up. I'm a twenty four year old woman who is taking care of herself. Stop being so"
"So what? So what Claire? I'm your mother. I have the authority"
"No. You don't have authority. You think you're so great because you have money and you live your life like a plush bitch, well you're not. You are a terrible mother, you haven't visited dad's grave once and that's the only reason you have money, and you could give a fuck less about what I want as a career. So you should really be reflecting on how you don't have authority and you never will because you're just a stuck up swine who everyone feels bad for because you lost the man who did everything for you. At least I'm providing for myself, you would shatter if you lived the life I do!
"What life? You're nothing but a daddy less, fat, college student. You think you're going to be better than me when you're my age? Well hint hint sweetie, you're not. You'll never be as good as I am."
I break at her words. I can't do this anymore. I can't hold back the tears, but I know when I let them go, she feels satisfied. This is what she wanted. For me to break. I run upstairs, into my room and shut the door. I have to get out of here. For good. I get two large bags and shove all of my belongings into them. I'm going to take David up on the offer of calling his father if I need something. I'm not going to rely on a man, but right now I need someone, just until I figure something out for myself. I look in my contacts and find Roan's number. He answers after a few rings and I'm so grateful when he does. "Mr Smith, it's Claire Stone. I'm so sorry to bother you since we just parted, but is there any way I could come by your house? I just need a place to stay for the night and I'll be out of your way tomorrow. David gave me your number and I'm sorry if this is weird for you but-
"Claire, stop. You can stay for however long you want, I'd be lucky to have such an intelligent woman staying at my home and I'm sure David would be just as happy."
He gives me his address and we hang up. I walk downstairs with my bags, and my mother looks pissed. "You're not leaving. Where are you going to go? You don't even have a real license yet!"
"I'm taking dad's car." I say, sternly. I open the garage with a button and put my stuff into the trunk. Dad's car hasn't been used since he died, but I know he'd want me to use it if I truly needed it. My mother's right about one thing though, I don't have a license yet, only a permit. I decide for myself that I could drive and start the car. There are a lot of tricky turns on the way to The Smiths house, but eventually I get there. When I do, Roan greets me and David helps me carry my stuff in. As soon as I enter there home, I'm stunned by how big it is. It's much larger than my house, and that in itself is shocking. We sit down on the couch and David asks what happened. I let him know that I got into a really bad argument with my mother and he says he understands. Roan assures me that I can stay for however long I like. But then I get a text that changes everything. My mother's name pops up on the screen and when I open it, it says "You're cut off. I've never been so disrespected and disobeyed in my life. No more education. Let's see how you do in the real world." I begin to cry again. I'm having an emotional breakdown. "What's wrong?" David takes the phone and reads the text, aloud. He shows the text to his father and he huffs. I see them discuss a few things very quietly but over hear "she's perfect for it." "Don't be upset. We have an offer for you, if you're willing to take it." Roan says. "What kind of offer?" I ask, confused.
"It's more of a Deal." David says.
"A deal. What is it?"
They look to one another before Roan says, "Actually, we'll discuss it tomorrow. But it'll be a very good deal for you Ms.Stone. Don't worry about expenses anymore Claire, you have a lot of potential in my line of business."
Line of business? What the hell is he about to offer?