*Charles and his lovely daughter, Clara*
Chapter 11
Charles POV
As soon as Bianca entered the car is when the awkward silence began. I kept glancing at Bianca and I noticed her rocking back and forth. She seemed really off.
"Bianca, is everything alright?" I asked in concern.
"No, everything is not alright. You fucking ruined everything." Bianca said calmly. It was definitely scary how calm she was.
"I don't understand?" I said gently grabbing her shoulder so I could see her face. She was facing the window so I didn't know if she was angry or not.
"Don't touch me." She roughly pushed my hand back. Bianca was frantically crying.
"Bianca what's wrong?" I asked her gently. I was worried about her. I've never saw her this way before.
"I need my pills." Bianca said breathing hard.
"Okay, okay. Where should I take you?" I asked inching away from Bianca. I needed her to relax and I didn't want to do anything to accidentally set her off.
Bianca took out her phone and showed me an address. She wasn't even able to hold the phone because her hand was shaking so much.
I told our driver where to go and he told me it would be a good fifteen minutes to get there. I looked at Bianca and she was panting. She looked like Ashley when Ashley was about to give birth.
"Bianca, please calm down." I said gently.
Bianca shook her head. "Charles, I'll be calm once I get my pills okay?" She spat at me.
I wasn't understanding "What's wrong? You seemed fine a few minutes ago."
"Me and Anthony..." She started and looked upset, "we are just going through problems and i'm afraid i'm going to lose him."
I rolled my eyes but made sure that she didn't see my action. What did she see in Andrew that she didn't see in me?
"Bianca, it's alright. People come and go but-"
"Yeah, that's the fucking point," Bianca cut me off. She stopped shaking and glared at me. Her mood swings were out of control. "Everybody leaves me! My dad, my best friend, Heather, you even! And I don't want to lose him. Maybe, just maybe, if you stopped thinking that everything was about you, you would actually understand where i'm coming from." Bianca stopped talking with a deep breath.
I closed my eyes and I felt genuinely bad. I was being selfish. But one thing I can't admit to is leaving Bianca because I never left her. She left me but I wouldn't bring that up right now.
"We're almost there Bianca." I sighed and grabbed her hand. I used my thumb to make circles around the back of her palm. I hoped it would be comforting to her. She didn't pull away but instead, grasped my hand. The action made me smile.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly.
Bianca was looking out the window. I used my free hand to gently turn her face to me. She looked upset and in distress.
She shook her head, "I'm far from okay. Charles, I just wish everything could back to the way it was before-"
"Before you left me?" I asked. I didn't remove my hand from her face. I squished her face to make her look like the cutest fish I have ever seen in my entire left.
Bianca pouted and then smiled, "Charles we are always going to be going back and forth with who left who."
"Well am I wrong?" I smirked.
"It's not that you're wrong, exactly, you're just extremely not right." Bianca said cheekily and the fact that I was squishing her lips made her words come out very weird. I threw my head back and laughed. I finally let go of her face, which was very soft.
I forgot about what time it was and quickly checked my phone. It was almost time for me to pick up Clara.
"Sorry love, but I have to go pick up Clara as soon as I drop you off." I said feeling gloomy. I wanted to see the environment of where she lived and if it was appropriate for her. I also wanted to make sure she was alright.
"That's fine. You know I've never seen your daughter." Bianca said leaning her head on the window while she looked at me.
"Oh, I have pictures if you would like to see them?" I suggested, and Bianca nodded excitedly.
I began scrolling through my pictures and opened one with Clara and myself. Bianca leaned to look at them and she immediately cooed while saying "aww". I laughed.
"She's a beauty." Bianca said mesmerized. "But she looks absolutely nothing like you. She doesn't have a single one of your features."
"I always thought the same thing." I said realizing that I wasn't the only one who noticed that Clara and I had no similarities. But I never thought much of it. Of course, Clara was my child.
"But anyways we are here." Bianca said unbuckling her seat belt. I took a look around and noticed that the neighborhood seemed very nice and secure.
I texted my Clara's nanny and she explained that Ashley would be picking her up.
I got out of the car and went around to open it for Bianca. She was on the phone with someone. I grabbed her hand and helped her out. She grabbed my hand and guided me to her apartment building.
"Okay, thank you so much Ashley. Bye." Bianca hung up and put her phone in her purse.
She looked at me, "I thought you had somewhere to be?"
"Not anymore." I said smiling at her.
We walked the elevator and to the 8th floor. Once we got there I realized that Bianca lived in a condo. I felt so proud of her.
"This place is beautiful, Bianca." I said amazed as I went to go sit down on her couch.
"Thank you. I just moved in here from my parents house a few months ago. My job pays really well or else I wouldn't have been able to afford this place." Bianca took off her heels and went into what I presumed was the bathroom.
Bianca seemed way better than she did a minutes ago.
I followed her into her large bathroom and saw her open up her cabinet. There were about twenty pill bottles.
I gaped at how many there were, "Bianca, I never knew you took this many pills. What are all these for darling?"
"I have some pills for my bipolar disorder and my therapist says that I might have a mild case of anxiety and so I went to the doctor and it turns out that she was right." Bianca said carelessly while opening up a pill bottle.
"You see a therapist?" I asked curiously.
"Only once because my mom made me go but I don't go anymore because she like-" Bianca rolled her eyes, " she patronizes me and talks to me like I'm a child so I don't go. But I tell my mom that I go." Bianca grabbed a water bottle and took two pills out of the bottle.
"Bianca, I think a therapist would be great for you. You need to talk about the way you feel to someone. From what I know, you don't talk to your family, and you never talked to me so maybe you should just give her a try." I silently pleaded and hoped that Bianca would listen to me. Bottling up ones feelings and emotions are not healthy, especially not in Bianca's case.
"Charles, don't worry. I'll be fine," Bianca paused to swallow each of her pills with ease. "and besides, if I never talked to you or my family, what makes you think I would talk to a complete stranger?"
Bianca closed her pill bottle and left it on the counter. She walked away from me into the living room. And of course this was Bianca avoiding our conversation. I followed her into the living room and sat down on the couch next to her.
"Bianca please. You never opened up to me about anything. I just want to make sure that you are okay. How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me anything?" I pleaded and held her hand.
" Charles, I hate how you always make it seem as if I don't tell you anything about myself. I told you that I have a bipolar disorder and I just told you that I have anxiety with ease. I trusted you to tell you those things. Doesn't that count?" Bianca sighed and crossed her arms.
"Yeah, I guess," I decided to discontinue with this topic before I agitated her even more.
The condo became silent. I looked at Bianca and took in her features. I haven't noticed but her hips were more wider than there were two years ago. And her ass was more plump and round. It's amazing how much Bianca has grown into a woman.
"Bianca," I whispered and gently grabbed a piece of her hair. I twirled her extremely curly hair around my finger.
She turned to look at and raised her eyebrow.
"You are so beautiful." I whispered while slowly leaning towards her. She copied my actions and moved towards me. I gazed into her eyes and she looked as if she wasn't even in her body.
Our faces were now an inch apart and I could feel Bianca's breath on mine. I leaned slowly and touched her lips with mine. I hesitated just in case she didn't want to kiss me. However, I didn't even have to worry about that because she softly grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.
The kiss was so passionate, I didn't want it to stop. I latched my lips onto her neck and softly suck the soft skin. I nipped at her neck trying to find her sweet spot when she moaned.
I smiled, Bianca's moans sounded like heaven to my ears. I loved the sound of hearing her in a calm and relaxed state.
I leaned her down into the couch and climbed on top of her. I took of my suit jacket all while not removing my lips from her neck. I brought my lips back to her lips. Suddenly Bianca pushed at my chest.
I sat up and panted. "What's the matter, love?"
"I'm not ready to have sex." Bianca blushed looking embarrassed.
"Love, we don't need to have sex in order for me to make you feel good. Just relax." I spoke softly. I trailing my fingers down her body and continued my work.
OMG guys I hope you like the little thing I did there at the end ;) Lol it was so awkward for me because I never did anything like this before but it will continue onto the next chapter which will be slightly rated r. Bye!