Back and forth, the two of us moved, wildly and without regard for noise, nor neighbor.
The force of our movements caused the bed frame to slam against the wall and with the building tensions, my moans grew louder.
Neither of us consciously recognized this though because we had
entered a world all our own, where the only thing that mattered was a plethora of physical and emotional pleasure.
The moment built as sweat started to drip down our bodies from exertion and our blood was set ablaze with the force of our lust.
The amount of intensity that was retired to keep our pace eventually wore on us, as we tried to hold out for as long as possible. Yet, the mutual physical hindrances were more a strangely engaging reward; urging us to continue.
Eventually, we entered a state of mind where only the present was important. For more than a moment, nothing else mattered to either of us but the presence of one another. Life and all the challenges that came along with living dissipated into nothing more but fuel to encourage our euphoric escape.
These natural reactions only added to our allure and when the moment came, that brought the two of us out of this world, we remained as one.
Chapter 8
“You know, you can spend the night here,” Anthony offered, gazing deeply into my eyes.
For a long moment, I thought about it and actually considered how amazing that would be but ultimately decided that it wasn’t worth the aggravation.
“No,” I sighed, “I’m going to be in enough trouble already.”
“Why do you care?” Anthony hissed, which took me back, so he hastily continued, “I mean, seriously, I know that they’re your parents, but they don’t appreciate you. They don’t see you for the woman that you are, and I don’t think they ever will…I’m sorry.”
“I’ve never been what they wanted me to be, but you know as well as I do that doesn’t stop me from trying.”
“Yes, but Sahara, how long are you going to try to gain their approval, before the day you look back on your life and realize that you’ve been too busy trying to please them that you missed the chance to have your own life?”
“Okay, Mr. I’m still running my father’s company, even though I can’t stand it,” I retorted, harsher than I intended.
However, Anthony didn’t seem to mind. In fact, before he even spoke, it seemed that I had proven his conviction, “Exactly! Don’t be like me, Sahara. Don’t appease your parents until you are stuck carrying the cross of their legacy. I didn’t let my father walk all over me. That’s why I can stand up to everyone and don’t give a shit about anything, because the one thing I did give a shit about continuously reminded me that I was failing. Then, my father died, and I’m stuck with this company. Even if I do pull it out of despair and do well, my father isn’t even here anymore to see it. So, once again, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”
“Well, I’m proud of you for sticking with it,” I replied, “Maybe I can help you. In school, everyone said I was great with management and I did well in my finance class. I tried to help my parents with their finances once or twice, but they always told me how stupid I was and that they couldn’t trust me to ‘piss away their money’ I think that’s how my father put it.”
“I trust you. I would love some help trying to figure it all out.”
I grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment, something that I hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing in a long time.
“That sounds wonderful. I have to go now but we’ll talk more about this before you leave, okay?” With one final brush against his lips, I pulled away and started to get dressed.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to say something, but I couldn’t have that conversation right now. Regardless of what he had to say, I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
Thankfully, he respected it and simply offered goodbye once I was ready to leave.
“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Anthony offered.
“Sounds good,” I replied and left before his allure drew me back into doing something I knew I wasn’t ready for.
Chapter 9
When I returned home that evening, there were a million things running through my mind. I had never been so happy in my entire life and instead of focusing on what I was unsure of, I allowed myself to be excited for once.
However, from the moment I walked in the door, I knew that something was amiss. Before I even saw my parents, waiting for me in the living room with a stern look of disapproval etched into their faces, I felt all my bliss be sucked out of me.
Immediately, my stomach churned with nervousness and I felt my defenses rise, readying for a fight.
“Where have you been all day?” My father demanded.