KIAN
"I just pray that I don't mess up tomorrow," Mia speaks while swimming towards me.
"Have you messed up before?" I ask.
"Multiple times. My life sucks!" She groans.
I chuckle, "I meant, have you ever messed up a show before?"
"Oh, um...now that I think of it...I haven't."
I take her tiny hands in mine and give them a gentle squeeze. I speak to her, "You would do amazing tomorrow. You are a star. Everyone will have their eyes on you."
"That's what scares me. Everyone will be watching if a make a mistake." Her gaze falls down.
"You won't. Baby, I've watched you perform. You won't make a mistake. You would be perfect and I'll be watching you and only you the whole time."
She smiles a little and then that smile quickly fades away. "Thanks. But, you haven't really watched me perform. That rehearsal doesn't count."
"Oh yeah? Well, I have heard and watched you sing and waltz around the house." I laugh while she blushes.
"You know when I fell in love with you?" I pull her closer and stroke the wet strands of hair out of her face.
"Hmm...let me guess. When you first saw me? And oh, you were so in love!" She quotes as if she is in a Shakespearean play and twirls in the water like the drama queen she is. She looks at me with mischievous eyes, clearly making fun of me, but with class and some innocence. She is such an eccentric personality. I've never seen someone so beautifully strange and smart as her.
"Hello? Thinking about young Mia with an annoying voice and ugly smiley face?" She splashes water on my face and laughs.
"Hey! Your voice was never annoying. And you had the prettiest face even back then." I pull her close again. She leans closer to my face and I do the same. Just as our lips are about to touch, water is splashed on my face again and this time I stumble backward and my grip on Mia loosens. I hear her giggling as she swiftly slips out of my arms and paddles away like a fish.
I rub the water out of my eyes. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and the vision finally clears.
I find Mia sitting on the edge of the pool, sipping her lemonade and acting as innocent as possible. I swim to her, quietly watching her like a predator. Upon reaching in front of her, she smiles like an angel. But, I'm not gonna fall for her charms this time. I place both my hands on each of her thighs and part them, settling myself between her thighs and propping my elbows on the edge of the pool pressed to each side of her ass cheeks.
She raises her eyebrows at me and then goes back to sipping her lemonade. I take that as an opportunity and bow my head planting a few open-mouth kisses on her inner thigh. Her whole body freezes and she gulps audibly. She looks at me and bites her lip. Her bottom lip remains trapped between her teeth. I lick her inner thigh and then bite there, earning a loud moan from Mia. Teasing her as I have planned isn't the best plan because that moan just made my cock stiffen.
She moans again when I start sucking hard at that spot where I bit her. She whimpers and moans uncontrollably while her fingers entangle with my hair, pulling at them.
I run my fingers up her back and she shivers under my touch. I untie her bikini top and it slides down exposing her breasts. My eyes fixate on her breasts. The last time I saw these breasts was when Mia was 15. They've grown since then. So beautiful.
I feel Mia shift under my gaze. I slowly turn my eyes up to her face. Lust pooling in her eyes, and her lips parted, inviting me for a mind-searing kiss. I get out of the pool, pick her up, and lay her down on the cushioned lounge chair. I hover above her and then press my body onto hers, grunting when I feel her hardened nipples pressed under my chest. I capture her lips, kissing her with so much force that she starts clawing her nails on my shoulders. I rub my cock against her pussy, knowing that it would drive her crazy. She moans into my mouth and I keep grounding my dick on her. All that's left between are the fabrics of our swimwear. I start kissing lower down to her neck, the valley of her breasts. I take one breast in my mouth, and the other one, I treat with my hand, kneading and fondling it. Her moans and whimpers grow louder and impatient as she rubs herself against me.
This is torture for both of us. We're both aroused to the peak, but I won't fuck her before the show. I know myself. I need her more than anything; I crave her so badly. I won't stop after just a taste. I want her whole.
"K-Kiannn." She moans my name. "Kian, pleaseee."
I stop my movements and she whines even more.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," I whisper while getting off her.
"You said you wouldn't fuck me today. Then why this torture?" She pouts. I'm already hard and then she makes these faces!
"I'm sorry, I took it too far. Come, let's go back up." I pick her up, wrap her in a towel and kiss her forehead.
"Where's your top?" I ask.
She points behind me. I turn around to find that her bikini top was floating in the middle of the pool.
I laugh and she smiles, seeing me laugh. "I'll get it." I dive into the pool and quickly get it.
Once she has put it back on, we walk hand-in-hand to the elevator.
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After lunch, Mia dragged me to her room saying she wanted to show me something.
"What is it?" I ask, curious.
She brings out the keyboard that she told me to get from her house a few days back so that she could practice at home.
"There's a song...I uh...I mean, Mr. Hazel wanted me to compose an original song for Anna for the show. I want to play it for you. It's a ballad, so..." She plays with her fingers. I grab her hands, give them a gentle squeeze and smile at her.
"Sing for me," I say softly. She gives me a small nod.
She stretches her fingers and then hits the first key on the keyboard. She plays a few chords and then begins vocalizing in her beautiful voice. She sings with such control and power in her voice. She riffs like a professional. She momentarily looks into my eyes while singing, as though I'm her muse. But, I'm not her muse. I wouldn't have inspired her to write such a beautiful song.
Mia continues her magic with the delightful melody and her fantastic range. As the song concludes, she focuses back on playing the same chords and hums pleasantly.
Once finished, she looks up at me through her lashes, biting her lip. I look at her mesmerized. I'm so fortunate to have fallen in love with such a talented girl.
"I have no words," I whisper, smiling at her.
Her face lights up. "You like it?"
"I love it, Mia! You wrote that yourself?" I pick her up and settle her on my lap.
"Yes." She answers.
"It's absolutely beautiful. I bet you'll leave people crying tomorrow with this song."
She scrunches up her nose like a bunny. "Yeah, that'd be great. You know, Mr. Hazel actually had tears in his eyes when I played it for him for the first time."
"The only reason why it didn't make me cry is because I'm a tough man, otherwise I'd be sobbing by now." She laughs at my confession.
"A man," she repeats, "A man needs a woman. I'm not a woman, Kian. I'm so immature and stupid. I'm just a...girl." Her face drops.
I tilt her chin up so that she is looking at me, "God, Mia! Who teaches you this shit?"
"It's true!" She folds her arms.
"No, it's not. It's bullshit. You're it for me, Mia. I'm not leaving you. You're stuck with me!"
She looks at me as if I'm crazy and then laughs. "Okay, Grumpy old man."
I scowl at her for what she just called me, but she kisses my cheek making that scowl fly away.
"Um...you were telling me how you fell in love with me...Please, continue." She says.
"Oh, so you're interested now?" I raise an eyebrow at her, referring to how earlier she was making fun of me about it in the pool.
"Yes. Yes, I am." She shrugs.
"Okay. When I saw you for the first time, I was attracted to you. You were the prettiest girl I've ever seen and you still are. I loved your long brown hair that matched your eyes." I caress her hair which is still the same shade of brown, just shorter now.
She makes a disgusted face, but then I glare at her and she forces a smile on her face. The reason why she hates her appearance so much remains a mystery. I used to think that maybe all girls have insecurities, but turns out Mia's biggest hater is Mia herself.
I continue, "And I still remember what you were wearing that day. It was your first day of freshman year and god, you were wearing that little skirt. I felt like you were wearing it only for me to see, even though you didn't know me at that time. I hated that there were other guys at school looking at you." It felt like I had a competition with those guys, and Mia was the prize. Guys from my year, sophomores, freshmen, and even seniors were ogling her.
"I observed you from afar for a few weeks. I wanted to talk to you, but you were never alone. There was always someone with you. You were so bubbly back then. Always talking and laughing." Mia listens to me intently, not interrupting for once.
"I gathered the courage to talk to you for the first time that day while at lunch."
"Oh, wait I remember this!" Mia exclaims in a partially excited state. "We had lunch together. And you were so quiet. I had to force out words from you, which was really strange because you were the one who asked if you could sit with me and my friends."
"Yes, that was embarrassing." I sigh.
"I think it was cute. I mean, you had a crush on me. I get it. But I didn't know at that time." She cups my face, pecking my cheek.
I smile before continuing, "You were so kind to me. You always chatted with me whenever you saw me."
"Hm...because I thought you had no friends and you were lonely." She shakes her head, and then we both laugh.
"When I fell for you hard was that day when you had cheer trials." She frowns at my words.
"Remember the coach asked you guys 'How you would impress an audience'? I was there on the ground too with the rest of the football team. We had practice" I ask her. She simply nods.
"And you sang that song by Christina Aguilera."
"Genie in a Bottle! Oh, I love that song!"
"After watching you sing it that day, I began to love that song too. You sang it like a diva. I was thrilled to see a 14-year-old perform like that. I had never seen something like that before. You actually performed like Britney Spears. When you started singing, you made every head on that ground turn to you. The way you moved, drove people crazy. Honestly, you were so sexy, it made me hard. I watched other guys looking at you with lust, and I was burning with jealousy."
"Was I really that good?" Her eyes widen in disbelief.
"Not 'good'. You were fire. At the age of 14, you were turning people on, driving everyone crazy, making their jaws drop, while performing. Mia, you have it in you. You are a fucking star. You were born for this. And you will nail tomorrow's show."
She flashes me a genuine smile and whispers a thank you.
"That's when I knew that I was in love. That I have to make you mine before anyone else does."
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