Burning Hearts

Chapter Eight

Tana

It started drizzling. I left the woods and made my way back inside. I wasn’t able to do much more anyway. Having my encounter with Orien has me rattled still. I don’t know what to do. I needed to stay away, but he seemed to be encouraging me to pursue Casen.

I’m so torn. I have become obsessed with him. I may not be following him around the estate all the time necessarily, but I have watched him train. I snuck in and watched him dance. I clean his rooms because I want to be where he is, though I try not to be in his rooms at the same time. That is a rule though.

We can’t be in any of their rooms to clean while they are there, nor any room they are occupying at the time. Very few staff members deal with the family on a regular up close basis. They know we are here, but we must be invisible to them as much as we can.

I flopped on my bed. It's too early for dinner and if I wander the house Nigel may choose to find work for me. Or if another staff member spots me roaming, they could try and get me into trouble. They are really quite petty. Some would say old and stuck in their ways, but I think it is just them being petty because they have nothing better to do than cause trouble for anyone they dislike.

I opened my laptop and decided to watch some videos with people dancing. Maybe I could get an idea about how to finish my dance or new ideas in general of dance moves. I typed my search request in the search bar and clicked on the first video that peaked my interest.

I started taking notes on the videos I wanted to look at more than once. There is some potential for ways to finish my dance with the videos I have been watching. My stomach grumbled and I glanced at the clock. It was finally time for dinner. I closed my laptop and moved to put it up.

Knock, Knock, Knock>

Who could be at my door? No one ever comes to my room. I moved to my door and opened it. My heart plummeted when I saw Orien standing outside my room. He pushed his way in and closed the door.

“What are you doing here? How did you find my room?” “That is not important. Look, I need to talk to you.” “Okay.” I responded cautiously. “Casen thinks you are going to move on to other guys.” “Why? I wouldn’t.” “I told him so, but his father doesn’t want him going to the club anymore. Casen doesn’t want you to think he abandoned you or moved on. He wanted me to go to the club to see you, but I decided to find you here instead. He wants me to give you his name and number and get your name in return.”

“So, you are in my room to do what? I already know who he is.” “I’m going to give him your name later tonight to make it seem as if we met at the club.” He spotted my phone and picked it up. He messed around with it for about a minute. “I just programmed his number into your phone. Maybe wait until tomorrow to contact him.”

“I shouldn’t contact him. I can’t. What would I say? I’m a liar and he deserves someone better. Why are you pushing us together when you know what could happen if I’m found out?” “Because he is going to need you. You make him happy. He’ll understand when the time comes to tell him who you are. You are going to have to tell him he deserves the truth from your lips.”

“I’m nothing, I’m no one. I’m an orphan. I have no family. I can’t continue to bring him down.” “Do you care for him?” I stared at his feet. He lifted my head by my chin, making me look up into his eyes. “Do you care for him?” “Yes,” I whispered. The tears I was fighting fell. “Don’t fret and don’t worry. Just talk with him. You never know what the future holds. I know that I can trust my best friend with you. Will you take care of him for me while I’m gone?”

I nodded while he still held my chin with his fingers. “Yes.” I said a little more loudly than a whisper. “Good. I need to go, or he may suspect something.” I nodded again. He smiled as he opened my door and peered out into the hall. He slipped through the door and my legs gave out. How is this supposed to work?

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I waited for a few days before I decided to text Casen. I wanted Halloween to be done with. I propped myself against my pillows on my bed. I’ve waited for everyone to start to settle down for the night. I touched his contact information. Orien saved it as CC in my phone. I’m grateful for that. If anyone were to see my phone, at least his name wouldn’t show. I chose the message icon and the screen to text him popped up. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Me- Hi Casen. I’m Tana. It’s nice to finally meet you.

I stared at my screen. It seemed like forever and no response. My doubts and nerves started to skyrocket as I regretted sending the text now. He probably thinks me a fool. I pushed my power button to shut off my screen and tossed my phone on my bed. I’m such a fool.

My phone chimed and I could see the glow from the screen illuminating my blanket as my phone was face down on the bed. I leaned over and picked it up with my hands shaking a little bit. He responded. I accessed the message screen.

Casen- Hi Tana. I was starting to think you would never contact me. How are you?

My fingers moved across the on-screen keyboard.

Me- I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would want me to contact you after leaving you that night. I know what your friend said, but still. I’m fine though. How are you?

I saw the three dots flickering on the screen. My heart fluttered.

Casen- I could be better, but that is purely based on family reasons. Why did you leave that night?

Me- I had to get back home. I had to work early in the morning.

Sticking as close to the truth is going to be my best bet. I can’t tell him it's because I couldn’t be discovered to have had s*x with him yet again.

Casen- Tell me about yourself.

Me- I love to dance. I’m sure you figured that out.

Casen- Yeah, I love to dance too. You are so much better than me.

Me- I don’t know about better. You’re pretty amazing. I have trained hard for many years. I can’t wait until I graduate and can find work dancing or doing choreography. Maybe both. What about you?

Casen- I’m jealous. I would love to study dance. But my dad won’t allow it. I’ll be graduating too in business. I’ll have to work in my family’s business.

Me- It is not as easy studying dance as you think.

Casen- What is so difficult about it?

Me- Aside from the body injuries, I guess it's trying to be as original as you can be. I have a final dance exam. I have to choreograph and perform in order to graduate. I’m terrified I’m not good enough.

Casen- Trust me, you are good enough. Talking about dance makes me want to dance with you again. On the dance floor and in bed. Tell me you want that too.

I had to catch my breath. I want that more than anything, but I don’t know if I should encourage him or not.

Me- I want that.

My phone started to ring. I pressed the button to answer. “Hello.” I said low. “I missed your voice. I wish I could be there with you wherever you are. I can’t stop wanting you. I have never wanted a girl like I want you. You’re like a fire and I am a moth to your flame.”

“Um.” I cleared my throat. I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Try something with me.” “What?” I asked. “Have you ever had phone s*x?” “No.” “I haven’t either, but I want to try it with you. I want to hear you. I need that.” “What should I do?” I asked. “Put me on speaker phone. Are you dressed?” “Yes. I’m sitting on my bed.” “F*ck.” He whispered. “Take your clothes off and I’m going to take mine off.”

I set the phone on speaker and took my clothes off. I heard rustling on his end. I climbed back into bed under my blankets. “I’m done.” I said. I had set the phone next to me on my other pillow. “Me too. Get comfortable.” “I am.” “Close your eyes and touch your br***ts. Imagine my hands and mouth are teasing and giving you pleasure.”

I did as he asked. My breathing quickened as I fondled myself. “Pinch your n*p**e.” I did and I let out a moan. “Yes, just like that Baby.” I could hear his breathing quicken. “I’m lining myself up with your entrance. I’m parting your folds and sliding into your beautiful body. Touch yourself.” I lowered my hand and slipped a finger inside of me. My breath hitched and I panted.

“How many fingers do you have in your perfect p**sy?” “One.” I panted. “Add another. Feel me f**king your tight p**sy.” He grunted and I worked my fingers in time with his grunts. I moaned and panted. “Yes Baby. Ahh, you feel so good. Are you close?” He moaned. “Yes.” “Play with your cl*t. I want you to c*m with me.” I did as he said. “Ha, ah, yes.” I moaned. “That’s it. F*ck, yes, c*m for me.”

I broke on a cry as my orgasm ripped through my body. I had to muffle my mouth with my other hand. “I’m c**ming.” He roared. I laid there just trying to catch my breath. “Are you still there?” He rasped through the phone. I took him off speaker and put my phone to my ear. “I’m here.”

“That was insanely hot. I’m going to figure out a way to get away to meet you as soon as I can. Say you’ll be my girlfriend. I don’t want to lose you to another guy.” My heart soared. “Okay.”

We talked late into the night. My eyes were drooping. “Are you falling asleep?” He asked. “No, no.” I mumbled. He chuckled. “Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He made a kiss noise. “Sweet dreams Baby. Thanks for texting me.” I made a noncommittal noise. My eyes were already too heavy to keep open any longer.