Present day- January 31st, 2025.
That was eleven years ago when I was still in my final year in high school. Now I'm just an average under employed barber. Am I actually thinking to myself with my eyes closed or dreaming? we'll that's a first time in a long while.
I hear footsteps approaching, certainly, "HIS." I turn around, backing the door leading into my room with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep. He knocks twice on the door before letting himself in. He sees me still in bed and then heaves a sigh.
'God, Chelly, can't you at least wake up on time by yourself for just one day?' He asked a little bit of frustration in his voice as he called tapping my back, trying to wake me up. 'Michelle, Michelle '
I sneaked a peek at him and almost chuckled aloud at the look on his face. But then a disturbing idea came to him ( disturbing to me, that is ). He walked briskly as always, to the windows facing me and smartly drew it open, making the sun shine brilliantly on my face; a taboo which had long been laid out among the top three "must nots" in this house but he dared and as such must be punished.
I opened my eyes slowly so the sunlight won't disturb my eyes as I sat up on the bed, glaring daggers at him.
'Well, good morning, princess,' He said, smiling. 'Isn't the weather just wonderful this morning?'
'Maybe next time considet using a mouth wash before speaking to someone' I said, ignoring his greeting.
' How was your sleep, princess?' He asked.
I simply ignored him.
' Well, how was your sleep?' He asked, annoying me all the more.
'It was great, though I'm sure my day would be worse cause you just made it a complete mess.' I snapped at him and then turned to look at him for the first time today.
He simply used his wide hands to run through his golden hair; which seemed to glimmer in the sunlight. He smiled broadly at me. I just noticed he had a dark blue track suit jogger, black singlet, and a pair of white Nike sneakers. He looked like he had just come out of the gym.
I looked at his normal handsome self with most of his features out for display; his pointed nose, moderately deep blue eyes, small soft tender looking lips, and wavy golden hair. His flat and muscular chest with well-defined pectoral muscles, his broad chest and complex, nuanced, and well-blended, with a sophisticated profile cologne. He looked like a fucking Greek demigod. I won't be surprised if ladies were dying to have his contact info, but here I am living under the same roof with this Greek demigod. Instead of him being out there in a serious relationship, breaking hearts, he's here straining his luck.
'Aren't you forgetting something?' He asked.
'Something like what? anything in particular?' I asked, throwing the question back at him.
'You're such a big bad baby,' He said as he cupped up my face in his palms.
'Let go of me. I'm not a baby. I'm a 24-year-old lady for crying out loud,' I pointed out as I slapped his hands off my face.
'You mean 25-year-old lady. So you can't even remember your own birthday?' He asked, chuckling.
'Why should I? it's not like it's the day I became a millionaire or won a lottery or something,' I said, not even in the tiniest bit interested.
'Move, you seek of badluck,' I told him as I pushed away his face with was very close to mine awaiting a kiss.
'Anyways, here.' He said, throwing me a car key.'I got you a present. I hope you like it. It's a black rolls-royce La rolls noire droptail, pretty neat, if I must say. Now, won't you at least give me a hug or something for your birthday?'
Just then, an idea flashed through my mind. His punishment for breaking one of the rules.
' But of course, you definitely deserve something in return,' I said as I slowly stood up from the bed. My skimpy night gown displaying my long slender legs. I let my long jet black hair fall messily on my shoulders as I took off the band holding it. I slowly walked towards him, calculating my steps so as to make him back the bed, knowing fully well that he won't take his eyes off this sinfully seductive body I had inherited from my mother. After making him turn around backing the bed, I walked up to him, making him tense. He kept moving backward with each step I took until he was right where I wanted him. All I needed was a little push to make him lie on the bed. After making him lie on the bed, I climbed onto him, sitting on his waist.
'wh-wh-what are you doing?' He managed to ask still in a daze, trying to sit up.
'shhh,' I motioned for him to be quiet as I gently made him rest his back on the bed and then began taking his abs with my long, slender, delicate fingers 'you asked for a gift in return right? this is my gift,' I spoke tenderly, nibbling his earlobes while my fingers were playing with his nipple and collarbone. After playing with his abs and nipple, I was tempted to play with his family jewel but decided against it cause it would be too gross.
After playing with his earlobes, I moved to his chin using my teeth to brush his chin. From his chin, I made my way to his lips, kissing his cheeks as I went. I stopped at the corner of his lips as I felt his heart violently thumping against his chest and his erected côck below me. His eyes were closed, and his lips were ready for a kiss to ignite the fire so he could start his dirty work. But I was not doing this for pleasure , I NEVER DO.
'Now, now Chase,' I said, planting a feather like kiss on his cheek.'Don't get ahead of yourself. Don't be foolish.'
I tapped his cheek twice and then got off his already charged up body. As I headed towards the bathroom to freshen up, my stomach reminded me it was 10 a.m., and I still hadn't had breakfast. But I chose to ignore its complaint and proceeded to the bathroom to shower.
'Don't forget you have a board meeting by 2pm,' Chase reminded me still lying on the bed facing the ceiling with both of his arms tucked under his head 'And you also have to go to your parent's place. it's your birthday.'
After taking my bath, I put on my underwear and dashed into my dressing room. I applied my protective ointment so the costumes won't affect my skin and started wearing my silicone mask. But it just won't fit, so I had to beckon on Chase to come help me, he was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I beckoned on him.
'Mich, are you in the bathroom?' He asked as he came into my room.
'You wish,' I said.' I'm in the dressing room, you pervert.'
I could hear his footsteps as he approached the dressing room. he stopped in front of the door and knocked twice.
'Excuse me, mi lady,' He said, trying to mimic a Spanish accent.
'Could you help me with my custume?' I asked, though it sounded more like an order.
'What's the magic word?' He asked, making me more irritated.
'I don't know ' I admitted ' daggers?' I asked, saying what I actually wished was on the table right now.
'You serious right now?' He asked. I could hear him chuckling through the door. 'You know, back when we were in school, everyone thought you were the smartest, but I guess everyone has their weaknesses, right?'
'Oh,don't be silly and just come help me out here already, Chase. FYI, I have zero weaknesses.'
'Sure,sure don't sweat it,' He said,'though the magic word was "please". ' I could hear him murmur something to himself before finally opening the door.
'The back looks flopped, and the nose is wrangling.' I fired complaints at him immediately as he opened the door.
After waiting for some time without a response, I raised my head, which was buried in the custume manual up to check if anything was wrong but caught him intently staring at my body.