Torn between two

Chapter 14

Dunya’s POV

After grabbing something to eat and feeling much better, I went to look for Daniel. I felt bad for avoiding him and I know he didn’t hurt me on purpose. I felt the need to clear things up between us, he’s been really nice to me, and I’ve been awful.

He was leaning against a pillar by the mansion back terrace in deep thought. His eyebrows scrunched and hands crossed against his muscular chest. Even worried, he looks extremely sexy. Oh, get a grip of yourself woman!

I walk to him, as soon as he notices me, he gives me the biggest smile.

“Hi Danny, I was just looking for you.” I say and stand in front of him. He’s standing few steps above me, and looks like a giant, making me feel like gnome all over again. “I wanted to clear things between us.”

“Hi. Umm... sure.” he says looking confused. “I didn’t know there was something to be cleared.” He says and uncrosses his hands and puts them in his pockets.

“Well, the kiss... and us...” He makes a small ‘O’ with his mouth and waits for me to continue. I walk up the steps “let’s sit down, my feet are killing me” I say and walk to the benches on the terrace. He follows me and sits next to me.

“I just wanted to say, that I regret kissing you-” I try think what to say next, as his expression changes. “I mean, the kiss was great and all...” He smiles at me and says, “It really was, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was... but we shouldn’t have kissed. It was wrong of me, even though it felt SO right” I babble on deep in thought remembering our kiss and he looks at me with a confused smile.

“I mean... I’m dating Elijah and I don’t want to lead you on. I’m sorry that I kissed you, it will never happen again.” I manage to say and look at his expression.

“Usually, it takes two people to kiss...” he starts but I stop him. “Yeah, well I started it.” I say and bite the nail on my thumb. Which I do, when I’m feeling awkward and embarrassed. “I don’t like seeing two guys at the same time... I really like you and want us to be friends and don’t want to make things more awkward than they are...” I continue still biting my nail.

He puts his hand on my bare knee, sending sparks through me, his hand is so warm.

“Things are not awkward, at least for me. I understand, don’t worry.” he says with a sad smile.

“Good” I sigh in relief. Okay, he understands, that’s good. I think. Why does he understand? I’m confused, did I want him to fight for me harder? Maybe I wanted him to not give up so easily. What am I even thinking, I don’t even know this guy properly, but why do I want him so much? It´s like there´s a war going on inside of me and I can´t understand it. Whenever I´m with Daniel, he´s the only thing I want… The moment I´m near Elijah, all of my feeling go away and there´s only Elijah I want.

No, I think I’m just confused, I do feel relieved that he understands. Elijah… Now I can focus on Elijah.

We sit there and talk for a while about anything other than us. He really is a nice guy, and he loves his family. I’m glad we can be friends, even though it is going to be hard.

***

Layla drove me home and I started to get ready for my date. I checked my phone to see if Elijah had answered me and see two notifications.

Elijah: Sorry it took so long to answer. But a definite No on the address part. Like I said, the driver is picking you up.

Elijah: Can’t wait to see you beautiful.

Stubborn man, I roll my eyes at my phone. I remember Daniel calling Elijah ‘His highness’ and wonder what he meant. Elijah hasn’t said anything about being noble, but he does seem rich, with his expensive cars, private theaters and drivers. He talked about some import business? Whatever that even means.

I shake my head and continue getting ready. I wonder if I’m staying the night, he talked about watching a movie, so probably no. I look at the time and it’s almost 6, I hurry to get my purse, put on my shoes and get to the door. I should go wait downstairs; his driver should be here any minute. As I open the door, there’s a man holding his hand up, just about to knock on the door. He’s the same man from the theater, I don’t think I even know his name.

“Good evening miss. Are you ready to go?” he takes down his hand and steps a few steps back.

“Yes, I am.” I say and close the door behind me. We get to the car, which looks like a brand-new black Mercedes, he opens the back door for me, and I step in. He hurries to the front seat and starts the engine.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know your name.” I say to him, waiting for a response.

“My name is Gerald Whitlock, you can call me Gerald, miss.” He says as he looks at me from the mirror. The man is old enough to be my father, no way I’m calling him by his first name.

“I’m Dunya, just call me Dunya” I say and smile at him.

“Yes, I’m aware miss.” he replies. “Mister Walker is waiting for your presence at his Villa. We’ll be there in 30minutes, miss.” I roll my eyes awkwardly.

“Thank you, Mr. Whitlock.” I reply. I look at the passing scenes through the window. He has a villa in here? I just thought he was staying in a hotel somewhere. I’m so deep in my thought about Daniel, the gathering, the mind reading that I didn’t even notice that we arrived to our destination.

“We are here, miss.” Mr. Whitlock says as he drives to a villa with a huge, automated gate opening right before we arrive. He parks the car in the garage, which is you guessed it: huge. There are at least 4 different cars here. I see Elijah coming to us with a smile on his face. He opens my door and reaches his hand for me to take. I grab it and step out of the car. He pulls me close to him and kisses me deeply. Oh, I’ve missed this. After a while, he finally let's go and looks into my eyes. “I’m glad you’re here” he smiles. “Gerald, please bring Dunya’s bag in and take it up to my room.” he says still staring in my eyes.

Mr. Whitlock clears his throat at says “She doesn’t have a bag with her, sir.” Elijah turns to him and looks into the car and back at me. “You didn’t bring an overnight bag with you?” he asks me confused.

“I didn’t think I’d be staying the night... Tomorrow’s Monday and I have work.” I replied shyly.

“Of course, you’ll be staying. Gerald will take you to work tomorrow.” He said as if it was obvious. “It’s okay, Gerald will go to get you some things.” he said as we started walking towards a door, I’m assuming leads into the villa, leaving Mr. Whitlock there.

“I can just go home and grab some stuff.”

“I’m not letting you go anywhere now that you’re here.” He stops and kisses my passionately again. “Come, I believe we talked about watching Netflix?” he winks at me.

“We’re definitely watching Netflix” I say and follow him in.

We walk to a vast lounge area with ample seating, occasional tables and entertainment center with a huge TV. Elijah gives me a tour around the house, showing me each room. The Villa is two story, containing a master bedroom with own bathroom, 3 guest bedrooms and their own bathrooms, a fully equipped large kitchen with a breakfast bar and a dining area, a pool area around the back with a large jacuzzi on the patio. The house is decorated with brand-new looking furniture in the colors of black, grey and white.

I walk to a large casement window and look at the patio. “This place is amazing, I thought you were staying at a hotel”

Elijah walks to behind me, pulls me into his hard chest and plants soft kisses on my shoulder. “Why would I be staying in a hotel?” he asks between kisses.

“One usually does, when one is visiting a foreign country” I say and smile.

“Yes, if one doesn’t own a house in every country there is.” He says with a chuckle. He’s joking on my expense.

“Very funny.” I say sarcastically.

“Do you always dress so nicely to a Netflix and chill? Because if you do, we will be definitely doing that every day.” He murmurs on my neck. His soft kisses feel good on my skin, sending shivers down to my core.

“Actually, I was at party.” I say and wrap my hands around his.

“Really? What party?” he asks intrigued.

“Remember Layla from the carnival?” I ask turning to him and wrapping my hands around his neck. He simply nods.

“She invited me to her family's gathering” His mood darkens a little.

“I thought I smelt mutt on you.” Mutt as in a dog?

“What? There weren’t any dogs there.” I say confusedly. Do I smell so bad?

“You shouldn’t have gone there by yourself.” He says with furrowed brows.

“I wasn’t by myself... Layla was there, her boyfriend Eric was there, Daniel was there...”

“Who is Daniel?” he asks confused. Well, s**t.

“He’s Layla’s brother. That’s not the point here, why are you name calling them? You said you didn’t know them.” I ask with a raised brow.

“I don’t know them, per se. I know of them, their kind.” he says with a serious face.

“You’re talking about them, like they’re different species...” I say and chuckle.

“They are.” He says with a serious tone. Why won't anyone tell me, what the hell is between them?

“Ha ha, very funny. Can we just drop the subject and go watch some Netflix?” I say and roll my eyes. His expression changes and he gives me his crooked smile.

We sit on the couch in the lounge are, and I scroll through Netflix trying to find something to watch. I finally end up with a rom-com and lean on Elijah’s chest. Elijah seems to be more interested on my neck than me, as he begins to plant soft kisses again. I smile and give him more access by bending my head to the other side. “You’re missing the movie.”

“No, I’m not, I’m still looking.” he continues with his kisses and nibbles on my neck. Damn it feels good. “You’re not, and you’re distracting me.” I say as I slide my hand to his hair, gently running my fingers through it.

“How am I distracting you?” he says now biting my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. Ohh God, I love that.

“Mmm... we were supposed to watch Netflix, not do this.” His hand goes to my stomach and up to my chest, squeezing it.

“This is the chill part” he says and pulls down the strap from my shoulder. “Besides, I don’t see you resisting too much.” he says with a chuckle. I got to stay strong, we were supposed to watch a movie and that’s what we’re going to do. I sit up straight, releasing myself from his hands.

“No more distracting, it’s movie time.” I says as I lift my strap back to its place.

He grins mischievously and stares at the Tv. I see at the corner of my eye that he’s unbuttoning his shirt slowly, still staring at the TV. I turn to him “What are you doing?”

“Well, it’s Netflix and chill, then I need to be more comfortable to be ‘chill’.” Then he proceeds to take his shirt off completely.

“Okay...” I say and return to the movie. Then I hear him unbuckle his belt. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” I say while trying to focus on the movie.

“What am I doing?” he unzips his pants and takes them off, leaving only his boxers on. I clear my throat “you’re trying to distract me again.” He’s playing with me and I’m not falling for it.

“How is this distracting? Can’t a man undress in his own home?” He leans in closer to me with each word and I feel that he’s grinning.

“Umm... of course...” I say trying to avoid looking at his naked torso. “Just not in front of guests”

“Well, it’s nothing you haven’t seen already.” He turns my head with his index finger and thumb on my chin and looks into my eyes. “You should get comfortable too. That dress of yours looks really tight.” he says and slides my straps off my shoulder.

I just watch deep into his eyes, without being able to do or say anything. He turns me to him and unzips my dress, from the side. “Your breasts look like they’re squeezed too tightly” He proceeds to pull down the top of the dress, freeing my breasts. “Stand up.” He commands, and I gladly obey. He pulls the dress down to the floor, leaving me only in my thongs. “Much better” he says eyeing me with lustful eyes.

Okay, f**k this movie. I crash my lips to his as I jump on his lap straddling him. Our tongues fight for dominance, caressing and massaging one another. My n*****s pucker against his cold chest making me moan in his mouth. I feel his rod twitch under me, making me moan again. He lifts me up, like I weigh nothing, never parting my lips and lays me down on my back.

He parts from my lips, kissing down my body only stopping to my breast. He suckles on my n****e making moan again. He continues on his way down, kissing and licking. He parts my legs and plants kisses on my inner thighs making me hiss with every kiss. With one swift pull, my thongs are off and he’s between my legs looking up at me, as if waiting for something.

“Am I distracting you?” he grins making me blush. I shake my head. He plants a soft kiss on my already engorged nub, still looking at me. “How about now?” I shake my head again. He slides his thumb up and down my slit, spreading my juices. “Still want to watch the movie?” he asks not stopping his finger. “No.” I say between deep breaths. “Are you sure?” He says and thrust his finger deep into me, taking me by surprise, making me gasp. “Yes.” I manage to whisper.

“Yes what?” he inserts another finger in and pumps in and out slowly, torturing me with them. “I’m sure” I say under my breath. His long fingers feel really good in me, massaging my inner walls, hitting my sweet spot. He suckles on my engorged nub making me arch my back with a loud moan. I feel a surge built up in my core and start to move my hips with the rhythm of his fingers. He picks up the speed, and flicks my nub with his tongue, making me twitch with every lick. “Ohh God” I moan and grab my breasts squeezing them and tugging on my own n*****s. Elijah groans on my slit and flicks his tongue even harder, making me come undone with a loud moan. My legs shiver around Elijah’s head, but he still continues sucking on my nub. “Elijah, please!” I plead, but he doesn’t stop. I fist my hand through his hair and try to steady my breathing.

He stops sucking on my nub and looks at me with a satisfied grin. “Tell me what do you want baby?” he asks and continues sucking. “I want you to f*ck me” I say as I feel another orgasm coming along. He smiles and slowly slides his fingers out. He pulls his boxers off and makes his way on top of me, kissing me passionately making me taste my arousal on his tongue. He puts his hard rod on my entrance, teasing me.

“Condom!” I manage to say before he enters. He rolls his eyes and searches for my purse. I do have an intrauterine device, but that doesn’t really protect you from deceases. He puts one on, and comes back on top of me, rubbing his rod on my slit again, making me shiver. He slams his whole length in me, making me wail. “Are you okay?” he asks worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine, please continue” I plead him. He starts to thrust his length in slowly, but I’m too impatient. I put my hands on his butt cheeks and start moving my hips, making him thrust faster. He kisses my lips hungrily, lifts me up and sits on the couch, with me on top of him. I start to move my hips up and down, going faster each time, taking every inch of him in. I moan in his mouth, as I slam myself up and down harder. “F*ck you feel so good baby” he groans and sucks on my n****e making me moan louder. I feel sweat running down my back, as I ride this delicious man. Elijah holds my hips and thrusts deep into me from beneath, drawing louder moans out of me. I feel an org*sm build up, as he suckles on my n****e. He continues his thrusting and bites on my sore n****e, making me release once again, my walls clench deeply. “F*ck!” he yells as he comes right after me.

I lay my head on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath unable to move, his shaft still deep inside of me. He gently massages my butt cheeks and kisses my neck. I feel his rod twitch inside of me as my inner wall clamp softly around it. He holds onto my hips again, lifting me up and down again.