CHAPTER FIVE
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INARA’s POV.
I don’t move an inch even after he tells me to change into something appropriate. As far as I am concerned, I am already clothed and I can not change into something else. I see the way his hands work swiftly to fix me something to eat, I start to wonder how those hands would feel working
on me.
“Stop it, Ayita” a voice says to me and I shake my head in the negative.
“I can literally feel your eyes drilling a while into my body, princess” his husky voice floats across to me and he turns to me, “i told you to change into appropriate”
“Why?” I lean slowly on the counter, “does my appearance bother you? If I don’t dress how I want here, where else can I do as I please?”
Mr valesquez stops what he is doing for a second and turns his attention to me, his eyes travel over me for a split second before his lips curl into a smirk.
“You are no longer that naive eighteen years old girl, princess” his words float across to me, “you are a woman now so you should learn how to behave as such”
“Are you seeing me as a woman, Mr valesquez?” I take a step closer to him, “are you seeing your own daughter as a woman?”
He tilts his head to the side as the smirk on his face widens,
“Of course, you are a woman so learn to act that way or I won’t be responsible for what happens next”
His words ignite a kind of feeling inside of me and I can literally feel my insides throb. For a brief second, I feel like standing on my toes and kissing those thin lips of his. I have imagined that for a while now, how his lips will feel on mine, how his body will feel pressed against mine.
A voice laughs in my head, mother must be turning in her grave right now mocking me for looking at this man lustfully.
“Do you want me to see you as a woman too?” His voice sounds so close to me and I jolt out of my thoughts to see his huge frame towering above me, his eyes sending shivers down my spine.
A lump appears in my throat as I continue to stare back at him, something evil and dangerous lingering in my head. It feels like I am being pushed to make him mine.
“I asked you a question, kitten” he asks again, his finger slowly caressing the tattoo on my neck,
“Have I told you how beautiful this is?”
“You…you…” my voice trails off.
“Did it hurt when you got it?”
“It’s none of your business” I tell him while clamping my hands together.
“It sure is”, Mr valesquez responds, “you are not backing away either”
I force myself to look at the large wall clock and heave a sigh, it is only a few minutes past eight and I can still meet up.
“I think I need to be in church”
Not waiting for his response, I turn around and walk out of the kitchen as fast as I can or I might actually cross that line.
*****
As soon as the last person leaves, I make my way towards the confession room. Maybe this is the best way to rid myself of such thoughts or I might actually end up being consumed by it. Somewhere in my head, I am already getting consumed but maybe I am here to find validation, validation that I am so sure will mean nothing at the end of the day.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned” I say as soon as I kneel down, “this is my first confession after three years”
“Tell me my dear child” his voice penetrates through the thick curtain dividing us and for a moment I feel like I can hear Mr valesquez’s voice from the other end. I shake my head to remove his thoughts, he is the main reason why I am here, I should not be thinking about him at a time like this.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I navigate my thoughts back to the present.
“I lust after a man whom I am supposed to call my own father”
I finally tell the priest who remains silent. Now I am not sure if he is blaming me in his heart or trying to ask the lord forgiveness for my own sins.
“Lust is a terrible sin, dear child” he begins to speak again, “you should desist from it”
“That is why I have come so can clean me from such unclean thoughts or I might actually cross the line with him”
My insides throb just thinking about him and how physically appealing he looks, how I want to trail the outline of his veiny arm and ask if his tattoo hurt when he got it.
I genuinely didn’t hear my penance, I only heard when the priest gave me his blessing and I find my way out of the confession room.
Maybe i shouldn’t have come because the feeling is still lingering more than ever.
I know why I came back to Seattle, I want to show him that I am all grown and I am a woman now but the thought of mother hating me keeps lingering in my head. She would probably be hiding her face in shame now seeing me harbour such unholy thoughts about Mr valesquez, a man I ought to call father. In my defence, it is not a new feeling but it has gotten so intense and coming to a confession didn’t even help even in the least.
My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep and seeing it is Jess, I immediately answer the call while making my way towards the car.
“Hello girl” her voice filters through, “I have been calling you”
“I am just on my way home from church” I tell her and I can literally feel the eyeroll from her, Jess knew me not to be a church person.
“This is a first, inara in church”
“Why have you called?” I don’t want to delve deep into why I am in church or my best friend is sure to find out what is going on underneath the sheets.
“Yeah, so there's this party bash and I know you will love to. Maybe we can catch up there? It will be fun and I promise you that Tony won’t be there”
Maybe this is a good thing for me, it can help me unwind. Who the hell are my kidding? I literally brought myself to Seattle and i want to unwind?
I scoff.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just send me the address and I will be there”
I end the call and board the car before the driver zooms out of the church premises with the thought of a certain someone lingering at the back of my head.
****
As soon as I step into the house, a small frown pops up on my face when I find it empty. Mr valesquez didn’t mention he would be going out. It is a Sunday after all and he was not one to go out on weekends.
Well he might have changed in the last two years but why did the house feel empty without him? Shouldn’t I be glad that he left? I mean who wants a big bad guy hovering over them all day long?
Making my way up the stairs and down the hallway, my curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself walking towards his room. I have never entered his room before and right now I don’t know why but I want to see how his room looks, I want to know what he might be hiding behind those doors.
The moment I push open his door and venture into the room, the door to his bathroom also opens and Mr valasquez saunters out.
I swallow hard as my eyes travel over his well sculpted body. Water is dripping from his hair onto his large chest, his towel is tied loosely around his tender waist. I can swear that at this point, I am spellbound. How can someone who is thirty six be so sexy and so..
“Get a grip of yourself, inara” a voice says inside of me and I jolt out of my thoughts, I was openly drooling at him while his full gaze is fixed me.
“What are you doing here, kitten?” He quizzed, his heavy strides reaching me in no time and believe me when I say I want to run my hands through his chest and feel him against me.
The crap!!
“I thought you weren’t home” I force the words out of my mouth, “I was just looking around”
“I thought we talked about not coming in my room?” He raises an eyebrow while placing his hands on his waist lazily. I can swear on my life that this man can surpass all the male models if the need ever arises.
“Shame on you, inara” that voice says again.
“I really thought you were out”
“So you decided to come take a look in my room, baby girl?”
Mr velasquez sizes me from head to toe and a smirk forms on his lips,
“You wore this to church?”
I am putting on a black dress that stops above my knees which also cling to me perfectly showing off my figure. I actually saw three to four people ogling at me back at church but I didn’t put much thought into that, I didn’t even know them.
Ask me when a twenty years old girl like me started falling in love with dresses and I will tell you it was three weeks ago when I decided I was going to come back to Seattle to meet my step father.
“You look more like a seductress than a believer, my darling” he tucks a few strands of my hair to the back of my ear and my whole body tingles,
“and it makes me wanna punish you for going out like that”
“Punish?” A scowl settles on my face.
“Hmm” he nods.
Before I can get another word out of my mouth, I feel his hand cup my neck,
“Are you purposely doing this, kitten?” Mr valesquez inquires as he yanks me towards himself, my body crashing against his.
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