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Just Fucking Take Me

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



Piper Lesedi is a twenty one year old woman who decided to experiment with girls and swear off men since her ex put her in the hospital. But when Stefan Barlow takes an interest in her, Piper’s desire for men sparks back into her body.
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Submitted:Jul 25, 2014    Reads: 1,073    Comments: 11    Likes: 9   


~Chapter 10: How does the mother feel?

Diane Barlow lived in a beautiful white two story mini mansion. It was big, but not too big as if more than a few people would live there. It was good for at least two people to live in. Stefan helped me out of the car and took my hand in his. "Are you nervous?" He asked me, a hint of amusement touching his eyes.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully.
"She's sweet. She's a bitch sometimes but she's," He chuckles. "She's mom."
"If she's a bitch, and I'm a bitch,"
"A hell of a combination." He says before kissing just above my eyebrow.

He opened the white iron gate and we walked up to the big white door. He rung the doorbell and not a second later was the door opened, revealing a tall Caucasian man dressed in a suit.

"Martin," Stefan greeted as he stepped in.
"Mr. Barlow." He said nodding as he shut the door behind us.

Stefan looked down to me. "This is my mother's butler, Martin."
"And Martin this is my girlfriend, Piper Lesedi."
"Ms. Lesedi." He nods at me.

"Is my mother here?" Stefan asked.
"In the kitchen, cooking."
Stefan raised his brow. "Since when does she cook?"
"My guess is as good as yours, sir." He answered.

Stefan sighed. "Alright, thank you." Stefan led me throughout the huge white hall and white shiny floors. A golden chandelier hung down in the middle of the hall and it lit up the entire place like it was fucking Christmas.

"Shit." A voice said coming out of the kitchen.
Stefan led me in and a woman with long blond flowing hair was studying a red gash on her index finger. Her back was to us as she washed it off in the faucet. She sucked the blood from her finger and turned to meet eyes with us.

She grinned, her white teeth were perfect and straight, and her pale gray eyes were beautiful and full of elation.
Stefan walked over to her. She wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you, darling." I immediately liked her. I don't know why. It was just instant. Her voice was strong, yet breathy and she was clearly losing her English accent. But these little details on top of her being extremely gorgeous, made me like her for some reason, and it baffled me because sometimes it was hard for me to get along with females. Especially those older than me. But there was something about Diane. Maybe a spark and a sense of spunk that I could see in her.

"Yeah, I missed you too, mom." Stefan said to her.
She released him but kept her hands on his shoulders. "You look amazing, dear."
He smiles. "Thank you, what the hell did you just cut your hand on?"
She sighs. "Just a knife. I was just trying to make dinner but-"
"What happened to the cook I hired for you?"

"I didn't trust her."
Stefan chuckles. "You are insane, you know that?"
She nods her head and turns to look at me. "Oh," She releases Stefan. "I'm sorry hon, I was just ignoring you, I have to stop doing that," She walks over to me, dressed in a pair of black jeggings and a gray sweater with black house shoes. "I'm Diane." She says holding out her hand.

I smile at her. "Piper Lesedi."
She tilts her head, truly studying me. "Wow, dear, you are gorgeous. You would be wonderful modeling in one of my wedding dresses."
Everyone thinks I should be a model. But hey, it could be fun if I don't make it a long term thing. "That would be fun." I said.

"Really?"
I nod my head.
She claps her hands together and grins. "Amazing. Stefan," She turns to look at him. "Show her around while I put dinner on and then I'll steal her away."
He nods his head and takes my hand.

"I'll see you in a little bit, dear." She says.
I smile at her and let Stefan lead me away.
We walk out of the kitchen and Stefan is extremely quiet but I don't know why.
I look up at him as he shows me every room but doesn't say much about it. We moved through each room which everyone is more beautiful than the last.
When he had shown me the piano room, I stopped him and squeezed his hand.

He looked at me, giving me a questioning look.
"What's wrong?" I whisper. I notice the look his face had changed from happy, to wary. I don't know why. He was just happy a moment ago in his mother's presence. Now everything felt different. Darker.
"I just don't…" He drops his head.
I pick his chin up with my fingers. "Don't what, sweetheart?" I ask.
He sighs and drops my hand to shut the doors and lock them.

He leans against the doors and meet my eyes. "I guess I should have told you before that my mother has a bipolar disorder."

I tilted my head as my brows furrowed. Now that I wasn't expecting. I can probably somewhat relate to that being that my mother spent a good part of her life depressed herself so it altered the way she took care of me and Mini.
"Is she taking meds?" I asked.
"I don't know. I try to check on her as often as I can. She's acting somewhat normal but a bit more chipper which means soon, her mood will get lower, and lower. And um…I had to stop her from committing suicide."

My eyes closed as a sigh escaped my lips. "Fuck, babe. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him.
"I don't know," His hand wipes over his face. "I should have. I was a bit embarrassed about it."

"You know that I would understand and it wouldn't make me lo...um…care about you any less. You do know that, right?" I asked him.
He stared into my eyes, wordless.
I walk up to him and I take his face into my hands. "Tell me you know that, and yes I'm stealing your phrase." I say."
He doesn't say anything.

"You're not perfect, no one is so you shouldn't pretend to be." I rested my forehead against his. "Please don't shut down. Please?" I ask.
He breathes slowly, his eyes slowly glazing over. His hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me against him as his lips fell to mine.
Whenever he kissed me, it was never rough, never rushed, or meaningless. He made every movement and flick of his tongue count.
I was consumed by the feel of his body and the taste of his sweet breath. He brought out this strong impulse in my body, and now I was starved for more of him.

He suddenly turned me and pressed me to the wall next to the door, his hands moving over the curves of my body while my hands explored his.
Warmth spread throughout my body, pooling down into my panties.
I couldn't believe how hot I was getting right here in his mother's house. But I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to stop at all.
Stefan suddenly reached under my dress and began pulling my panties down.
I broke the kiss to look up at him, and he was serious about this. No hint of humor or joke in his expression.

"In your mother's house?" I whisper.
He shook his head. "She won't know."
He peeled my panties off and slid them down my legs, bending down to slide them off over my heels.
He stood back up straight. "Open your legs." He said huskily.
I did as he said and he slipped his hands between my legs to feel my slick folds. "Oh my god." He whispered, feeling how hot and wet he's made me.
He leaned his forehead against mine. "You're amazing."
I smile because it was so damn random to hear those words from him.

I watch him as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his black boxers.
"We shouldn't be doing this in this room." I whispered, damning myself for trying to stop it, although I didn't want to.
"What can I say? In the most fucked up places, I still can't help myself. I told you that you always make me feel like less of a gentlemen and more like a fucking animal." He slid his hands under my thighs, picks me up and with a roll of his hips, slides into me, making us both groan in unison.

"Oh my god." I breathe, feeling myself clench around his member.
I lock my arms underneath his as he pressed my back into the wall. His hips pinned me to the walls as he began to thrust inside of me. His eyes remained on mine the entire time, the way I needed them to be to assure me he'd never lose too much control or hurt me because regardless of my attitude, and my personality, I still felt a bit delicate on the inside and he knew that.
His lips met mine, perfectly, harmoniously, almost as if we were choreographed.
I couldn't stay quiet enough like he could, so I buried my face into his neck, letting out my moans as loud as I wanted.

His tip rubbed the most sensitive areas inside me and I grabbed hard onto him, trying not to scream out my pleasure. His shirt was bunched up tight in my fist as I gasped and moaned with his movement.
My lips had moved up to his ear. "You feel so good, Stefan." I breathed.
At that moment, he moved one of his hands to grab my hair and pull me to his lips before returning his hand beneath my other thigh again and remaining his speed.
His lips were soft, and it heighten the fire I felt all over my body and my climax.
I felt by the increased movement in his hips that he was close too.

The kiss he gave me revealed his desperateness for me, and how much he needed me, or how much he needed this climax in order to forget. Or maybe both. Either way, I was more than happy to give him what he needed from me.
His nails dug into my thighs. I could tell he was almost finding his release while I was just stumbling across mine.
It rose, hotter and hotter, too much for my body to handle, until I felt like I would overload.

Then I suddenly let go, erupting around Stefan and gripping onto his shirt like it was the last thing I had left to hold onto. "Stefan!" I cried out his name, my voice taking on a squeaky and desperate tone, as my climax rippled through my body violently.

As if set off by a trigger, he pushed himself harder against me, his hips moving in tune with his breaths.
Mine was still washing over me and I was just as desperate for mine, as I was for him to find his.
He suddenly thrusted hard in me and stilled. His voice was a groan as my name fell from his lips in the most alluring way I ever heard.
I felt and heard the vulnerability in it, and in his features. The pain he felt for his mother.

I just held him to me as we both calmed the excitement that ran through our bodies.
I had hoped this has helped him not shut down and that he felt better now.

I had my arms wrapped around his head, my eyes shut from euphoria. While he had his arms wrapped around my lower back, holding me against the wall.
"I don't deserve you." He suddenly whispers.
"Why do you say that?" I moved my arms to back to rest my hands on his shoulders.
"It's just a fact."

"Mmh, well I need you anyway."
He exhales slowly. "Do you?"
I nod. "I do. I need all of you, mind, body, and soul, so please don't shut down on me, Stefan. I can't handle that."
"I won't, I'm sorry." He kissed my nose. "You don't even realize how much better you made me feel."

"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I'm not just talking about what we just did. Don't ever think it's just about that because it isn't." He shook his head before kissing my lips. "It's never about that." He whispers to me.
I grab onto his hair and nod my head, "I know. I trust you."
"Not completely."
"Getting there. Promise." I said before leaning over, locking my arms around his neck and taking his lips, leading the kiss to get deeper, more intimate, and it was more intimate than the moment we just shared out of pure frustration.
He moans and holds me close to his body, his warmth relaxing me. I never wanted to leave this spot with him.
I have to admit that I feel better myself. It could have been the sex or the close contact with Stefan. Probably both.

I'm getting addicted to this asshole whether I like it or not.

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When we felt okay enough to untangle from one another, we fixed our clothes to get rid of evidence of the dirty deed.
We looked at one another for a moment and just smiled a little before leaving out of the room.

We walked back downstairs, hand-in-hand hiding our guilt faces. I felt like I had just disrespected his mother's house and it would be a terrible first impression if she had somehow just knew.

We found her in the family room, staring out the window.
"Mom," Stefan said.
She turned, smiling. "I'm not stupid, you know." She looked between us. "These walls aren't very thin, but I know when I see guilty faces."

"Fuck." Stefan said under his breath.
Diane chuckles as she walks over and takes me hand. "You're just like your dad, you know that?"
He nodded and kissed her cheek. "You want me to watch dinner while you tell her all kinds of embarrassing things about me?"

"Why of course."
He shakes his head. "Go show her the wine cellar. She'd appreciate that."
"Don't say it like I'm a drunk or anything." I said.
He smiled and kissed my lips before walking to the direction of the kitchen, leaving us alone.

"Lets go out on the terrace." She said.
She grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and I followed her upstairs and out to the top patio were there was a porch set. We both sat down in a chair and she placed the magazine on the table.

There was an amazing bridal dress on the front. "Is this a magazine of your wedding dresses?" I asked.
She nodded and slipped through the pages. Every gown I saw was more beautiful than the last. Everything was sewn beautifully, artfully. This is the proof that someone with such a serious disease, can be seriously fucking talented. "Oh my god. You seriously made these?" I asked.

She nodded. "I did."
The page then turned to a specific gown, It was long, and designed with white and gold beads running down it in an intricate pattern. It was strapless and layered at the bottom. I wasn't one for wearing extremely fancy dresses, but I would wear this dress, just because it stood out among the rest.

"This one," She tapped on the page with her index finger. "I started this design three years ago."
"Where did the inspiration come from?"
"I don't even remember." She said chuckling.
I smiled at her and look back down at it. "It's gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous."

After a small pause, she leaned forward in her chair. "It's yours." She said.
I met her eyes. "What?" I would have paid to see the look on my own face.
She smiled. "Do I sound like a lunatic?" She asks.
"Truth? Maybe a tiny bit."

She chuckles. "I like your honestly." She crossed her legs. "I'm serious about the dress. It's very special to me, but, let's face it, it fits you."

"Diane, I don't know what to say except for holy shit."
She smiles a genuine smile. "Your welcome. Hon, you know he doesn't really bring anyone to meet me unless he feels he's getting serious with them. One other woman he's brought, it lasted for a moment before things turned south. But with you, different. It's all different. Natural, comfortable. Comfortable even to the point where even he felt comfortable to enough to have sex with you in my home."


I scratch my head. "Yeah, I'm sorry."
She chuckles. "Dear, why are you apologizing for something that's completely normal? You think me and Stefan's father didn't have our moments?"
Her face lit up when she brought up Stefan's dad.

"Loris, right?"
She nods. "Yeah, my king. We were a lot like that in our younger days. I don't care about you having sex in my home. I've had sex in every inch of my house so have at it."
She pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of her bra and I laughed.

"When you have breasts as big as mine, you can store just about anything in there."
"I concur."
She lit up her cigarette and then put down the lighter. "So Stefan told me you live with your sister."
"Well, she lives with me. We had to get the hell out of my mother's house."
"Mmh…she's one of those abusive types or religious types?"
"Both unfortunately."
"Oh dear. So was mine. That's why I'm so mentally fucked up now."
I stared at her, admiring how beautiful she was, even as she smoked. I bet she had a million suitors when she was younger, an probably still even now.

"Did Stefan tell you about my little…disorder?" She asked.
I nodded. "He did. Just a few minutes ago actually. He thought that it mattered, that I'd changed my mind about how I feel about him."

"And how do you feel?" She asked.
"Why?" I asked her.
She sat back and watched me. "Curiosity, dear."
"Oh my god, you two are exactly alike."

She chuckled. "Oh I hear that so many times." She took a drag of her cigarette before she blew the smoke out in circles. "I was worried, I'll admit."
"About me? What, you imagined some type of slutty drug addicted whore?" I asked.
She smirked. "So you know about Metropolis."

I nodded, my head nodding slowly, as my decent mood vanishes to irritated. "Yeah, he told me about her."
She shook her head and rested her elbow on the table. "Guys…they don't know when to keep their dick in their pants. He didn't have a chance with that woman. She was damaged goods but with someone like Stefan, don't expect to be left behind. The boy has a big heart. He'd help you whether he's your enemy or not. That's just how he is. Just like his father. Accept that from him."

"I know he has a big heart."
She smiled a bit. "I see it in your eyes."
I raised my brow in confusion. "See what?"
She chuckles. "I see it when you two stand next to one another. It's…strong….vicious. The lust is out of this world but the love…I feel it myself. Sorry if I'm sounding insane at the moment. I apologize, but I have a habit of saying things that come to my mind."

"No it's fine. Your house, right?"
She nods. "You're right. I'm just curious whether you've said the words yet."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
I sigh. "Because…I'm scared."

Diane nods and lets out a small sigh. "Okay darling, I'm going to be severely honest with you and I may say something that will disturb you. But I'm an honest women whose faced her demons."

I nodded my head. She wad serious in whatever honestly she was about to share with me. I could see it in her eyes and it worried me.

She puts her cigarette in the ashtray before crossing her hands in her lap. "I was raped. Um…I say for about four hours…maybe five. Don't remember. I had a stalker. He locked us in a warehouse of some sorts and uh…it just happened. I was only sixteen, a virgin. I felt like everything was ripped from me. My innocence, my self respect, my self worth. Just gone. Then of course came the angry and rebellious phase. I went out, partied, fucked around a lot. Only because I could. Because I wanted to forget and replace with pleasure, and not hate. Physically I replaced the memory with pleasure but mentally, I was not even there. I was numb mentally. Until I met a certain someone who got me heavily into fashion. He was a student teacher at Union college and he saw my passion for clothing. So we talked and met for dinner. Of course it would turn into sex. By that night, I thought it would be another one night stand, but no, I finally felt something that night. No numbness. Just…satisfaction. One year later, we ran off, got married, and then nine months later comes this little black haired bundle of joy with his deep brown eyes."

"Loris saved you."
She nods. "He put me back together. I was scared. I was scared that every man that would come along, will hurt me but no. This one man, turned my life back upright, and eventually, the memory faded away. Will I remember always? Of course. Does it impact my future? Hell no." She shook her head. "You tell him when you're ready, and not a moment before. Okay?" She asked me.
I nodded my head. "Okay."

"And Stefan, although a smartass at times, he's so caring. And he's a sweetheart."
"You don't have to tell me that. I just know from his actions."

"Oh yeah speaking of that little smart ass, he said I should show you down to the wine cellar." She stood up and I stood up with her, following her lead.
We walked down the stairs. With me walking behind her, I was able to think about the things she told me. With a past like that, I was surprised she would tell me that. I mean that's a personal and painful thing to bring up but she seemed perfectly fine with it. No boundaries, just straight up truth and part of me found comfort in her being so straightforward, especially with a woman she has no clue how long will be with her son. She didn't care either. I bet Metropolis didn't make it that far with her.

We walked out to her neatly trimmed back yard that held a big pearl white water fountain. Right behind the house was the door to the wine cellar.
She opened it and we stepped inside. Down there, ages and ages of wine in rows with different color tops and wrapping paper. Jesus. I never knew all of this existed. And she owned it all. She ran her fingertips over the bottles.

"You made this all too?"
She nods. "Yep. When I'm not designing, I'm making wine. Huge drinker, and it's a habit I need to get rid of but for now, I'm sticking to my routine. You can have a bottle if you'd like."
"Okay. Which would you recommend?" I asked.
"Mmh." She stopped and her eyes roamed down the row and stopped on a dark green bottle. "Ah, 1999 Essence. It's sweet," She walked over and plucked it from the shelf. "I drank this at my wedding I believe. Or at least it was one of the bottles I drunk." She said with a small giggle as she handed it to me.
I smiled at her and took the bottle. "Thank you, Diane."
"Your welcome, dear. Think you'd deserve a bunch of these after all you been through." She says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.
She inhales sharply. "Stefan's big mouth told me about you and your ex."
Great. Thanks a lot, babe. "Oh yeah," I sat the bottle down. "That."
"No need to be ashamed. I just find you overcoming the whole situation, a beautiful thing."
"Is it?"

"Absolutely. You should be proud of yourself. You're strong. And I like that for my son."
"Your son deserves the earth at his feet but he doesn't know that."
She smiles. "I know because he's a stubborn asshole much like myself."
"And myself."
She snickers. "I see in this case, the same attracts. But he needs to get over his obsession with downing himself and understand that he did the right thing by walking away from that woman. She didn't want help and you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved. She was all wrong. Her vibe was off."
"What do you mean by her vibe?"
"She was just-I don't know. I had bad feelings about the woman. She would bring chaos and other things."

"My mother said the same about Carter."
"The irony." Diane says.
We hear another set of footsteps and Stefan walks towards us.

"How's dinner, dear?" She asks.
"Almost ready, I can't remember what kind of noodles you use for the pasta so I put in Angel Hair."
She sighs. "No. Darling, you were supposed to put in the normal sized fettuccini noodles."
"Damn, I'm sorry."
She shakes her head and kisses his cheek. "No, pazzo, I got it." She walks pass us out of the cellar.

Stefan looks down at me. "Is everything okay?"
"Your mother is…amazing. She's strong and has a wild insight. Then on top of it all, she's gorgeous as fuck."

He smiles, seeming genuinely happy that me and Diane made an odd but real connection.
"And she told me something."
"Which is?"
"About her past, she told me she was raped when she was younger."
Stefan's smile vanished. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but just couldn't. I don't know what was going on through his head but it worried me. Fuck. Did I fuck something up?

Stefan's POV

"Can you stay here for a moment?" I asked her.
She nods her head, her forehead going up in wrinkles, showing her concern.
I straighten out the wrinkles with my thumb and kiss her forehead. "You didn't do anything wrong. I'll be back, okay?"
She nods her head.
I drop her hand and walk out of the wine cellar to search for my mother. I enjoyed the fact that she loved someone who's very important in my life, but telling her some shit that was so traumatizing in her younger life, that was something I didn't expect.

I found her in the kitchen, mixing the sauce and the noodles. She smiled at me. "Darling."
"You told Piper about…."
Her smile turned into an apologetic one. "I did."
"Do you think that was a good idea?"

She smiles warmly, thawing out my frozen state. "Darling, it was my past, and I had to deal with it. Piper is strong and she listened to every bit of my story without freaking out."

"Yeah because she's been through that shit."
"I know she has, and I applaud her ability to say "fuck the past". Well, she's not completely there yet but she will get there. She loves you, Stefan."

I nod my head. "Whatever you say, mom."
"I'm serious, she does, and she's afraid. Make her not be afraid. I see nothing but brightness and white seagulls in your future, Stefan."

"Do you?" I asked, playing along.
She nods her head and meets my eyes. "I feel that she's the one. She gorgeous, and real, and honest. Genuine, and sweet, and respectful. That's the package deal right there. Embrace her. You hear me?"

"What if she's in disguise?"
She slammed her spoon down and glared at me. "Oh, Stefan, stop this over obsessive brooding crap. That woman is not a goddamn demon. She won't suck the life out of you like that goddamn Atlantis broad."

"Metropolis."
"Yeah, whatever. You're man enough to fuck her in my house, be man enough to embrace your feelings for her and hers for you. You might as well just ask her to marry you right now because let's face it," She stopped for a moment because my eyes wandered away. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Stefan."
I sighed and looked at her. She was right about what she was saying. Although most of the time, the meds she was taking made her talk a lot of irrelevant and irrational bullshit, some moments, like this, she made sense.

"Face it. You're in love with that girl, and she's got you wrapped around her finger. Any love you have if you have any after her will never compare. You're way too deep in mud, my dear, but you love it."

"I love you, mom, you know that?" I asked to distract her.
She grins. "I know. And you have to admit that maybe sometimes I can't put two and two together. But there are times where I can be downright logical."

I smirked at her. "Sometimes." I said.
"Dinner should be done in twenty minutes."

"Alright, going back outside." I say walking away.
"Stefan,"
I turned my head to look to her.

"If you fuck in my cellar, do it on the floor because I will be pissed if you two are going at it against the shelves and one of my expensive bottles break."

"We won't be."
"I'm talking about you. You're the ring leader and seem to enjoy fucking girls in my house, just like in high school."

"Years ago."
"And still the only person who actually apologized for doing anything in my house is her."
"Fine, I apologize for bringing girls into your home while you weren't there. And I apologize for fucking my girlfriend in the piano room. Better?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Smartass." She threw piece of raw shrimp at me and I laughed at her.
I walked back out to the cellar where I left Piper and closed the doors.

Piper's POV

Coming back to the cellar, he no longer held a blank look in his eyes. "Everything okay?"
"Yes. And a word of advice, my mother had told me that if we were to fuck again, not to do it against the shelves because we might break her bottles."
I chuckled. Oh Jesus, I don't plan on letting Stefan fuck me in his mother's house ever again because although there was thrill to it, it felt so damn wrong. I should have stopped him, but I liked the way it felt so I couldn't help but go along with it.

"I was hoping she wouldn't be too mad about before."
"She wasn't. She actually likes you, and my mother is so damn iffy about everyone. She investigates and studies. Even if she's the one doing the talking, she's still studying you."

"She so different. Fascinating and odd but in a good way. Just the things she sees or how she just knows something. I think the woman is just amazing."
He smirks. "I'm glad you like her."

"She's so much like you, how can I not like her?" I ask.
He had a thoughtful look on his face as he met my eyes. "I was hoping that you would get along with her. Aside from you, she's the most important woman in my life. And if the two of you didn't like one another,"

I grabbed his jaw with my hand. "We'd still find a way to make it work, okay?" I ask.
He nods his head.
Actually coming here, and meeting Diane, I just discovered how protective he is over his mother. He loves her, and respects her in a way only a mother could wish. And the fact that he did, well, I think it was impossible to be more attracted to him, but his respect towards her was…fascinating, and made me slightly long for my mother's normalcy so he'd become a good friend of hers. But it would be impossible.

For right now, I'll keep him to myself. I preferred things that way anyway. My thumb caressed the stubble around his jaw.
His brown eyes glaze over to the look he gets on his face when he wants me.

I look into his eyes, astonished with his ability to eye fuck me so soon after our encounter in the piano room.
"You don't stop, do you?" I asked.
"I don't want to stop."
"You won't get sick of me?"
"I don't think I can, Piper, honestly." He says, tangling his fingers through my hair and pulling me towards him. "I want you, and I'm going to continue to want for as long as I'm alive. Does that clear things up for you?"

Did he really just say that? If that's not even the tiniest half assed declaration of love, I don't know what is.

"You're crazy," I state with a nervous laugh.
He smiles, and it lights up his brown eyes. "I'm crazy about you," He kisses my forehead. "Very fucking crazy about you." He whispers, as he kisses my nose.

"I'm very fucking crazy about you too."
"I can tell."
"How?"
"The way you hold on to me." He answered.
I chew on my lip as I rest my face against his chest.
"Food's going to be done soon."

"Are you changing the subject?"
"It seems like you're about to break down at any moment and I don't want you sad, or feeling helpless like this," He lifted my chin. "Okay?"
His brown eyes were so intense and spoke in volumes. "Okay." I whispered to him.

"Want me to break the moment?" He asked me.
"Yeah, do something and make me stop feeling like this."
He slapped my butt really hard and it made me jump from surprise and chuckle.

He nods his head. "That didn't take much," He takes my hand. "Let's go, knowing her she might need help."

"Okay."

Me and Stefan walked out the wine cellar, him slapping my ass every few moments, and me squealing, and wanting more.
When dinner was finally done, we sat in the dining room where there were three plates of fettuccini alfredo with shrimp sitting on the table, along with pineapple slices and three glasses of champagne, next to three glasses of water. It was set up like a family dinner and I was quite warmed to the fact that I really did feel like I was apart of their family.

Diane sat at the end of the table while me and Stefan sat next to her, across from one another.
"Oh where's Mr. Barlow? I have yet to meet him." I said.
Diane grabbed her glass of wine. "He'll be out working late in his art studio. It's been days since he's been in so he felt today was he right day. You'll meet him another time."

"Okay." I look over to Stefan and he gives me a secret smile.
I smile back and fork a piece of shrimp into my mouth.
"So, Piper, honey, what do you do for living." Diane asked.

"Ugh,"
"Is it that bad?" She asks with a surprised smile.
"No. It's a website and I get paid for posting blogs and answering forums and advice. One of those type of sites."
"You may not like it but it brings in some type of money, right?"
"Yeah but sometimes I get shit on it because I was bisexual, only being with women and then I suddenly go over to Stefan. People are just very confused and thought that I was a lesbian. Even my good friend, two good friends of mine gave me shit for it. But I don't regret my decision."

Diane nods her head. "You should never ever change your decision because someone doesn't like it."
"I wouldn't."
"You remind me a lot of how I use to be when I was younger. Confident in my own decisions and a no bullshit type of woman. I like that." She smirks at me.
And boom, I got the mother to love me. Thank god. I never met any of my boyfriend's mothers' before. Not Carter's or anyone before him. I don't think I was actually relevant enough to be able to meet their mothers'.

But this shit between me and Stefan, well, it was obviously beyond relevant, and it was serious. I keep thinking, sometimes, from the way he looks into my eyes that maybe he does actually love me. But if he did, he'd say it. He's straight to the point, Stefan is, so if he actually felt it, he'd say it to me. I wanted to tell him the words back, but I was scared for some reason.
I've never said the words and meant them.
But I do now. I know I do. I feel it all over my mind and my body that I do.

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I grabbed the key from the porch lamp hanging up beside the front door of Sidney's house and I used it to let myself in. I just wanted to check on things and make sure they were okay.
I opened the door to the house and peeked in to see if anyone was in the living room. It was bare except for furniture.
I stepped in and shut the door behind me.
It was quiet in the house minus one small whimpering sound and I hope to god it's not what I thought it was.
I walked through the hall, surprised to find that the sound wasn't coming from the bedroom like I had expected, but from the bathroom. The door was shut, and I had intended on knocking. But I was too damn curious, and nosy.
I turned the knob and opened the door.

Cadence was on her knees, holding the sides of the toilet as she vomited. I could see her stomach heaving for air, for a break, but more and more bile kept coming her, causing her to cry.
I don't even know if she noticed me watching her.

I shut the door and when she heard it close, she began to cry harder.
"Cay?" I asked.
She sniffled and turned to meet my eyes, hers red and watery, full of anger and hate.
She wasn't okay, so I didn't bother to ask.

"What's happened?" I asked instead.
She took a slow breath and shut her eyes as she laid her head on the toilet seat, which probably wasn't the best idea, but she was in pain at the moment so I let her be.

I got down on my knees and looked at her face, trying to read her and understand why she was so upset, and what made her throw up. Oh god, what if she watched some of Sidney's porn by accident? Poor thing.

She opened her eyes as another tear fell slowly down, crossing over the bridge of her nose. "My period's a week late." She whispered.





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