Chapter Ninety
He cannot be serious. This is his father’s birthday, I know he looks up to his father and that he is the favorite son in the family. Never would I think he wouldn’t go.
“You’re not serious. It’s your father’s birthday!”
“Say that a bit louder, maybe ill finally hear you this time. We are not going and that means you’re not going either, so just sit your ass down.”
“I can’t believe you, what is wrong with you? Why aren’t we going?”
“Because your parents will be there and who knows what you might say to them, you nearly spilled the last time my mom was here. Remember that? If I wasn’t here you wouldn’t’ have talked, wouldn’t you? I saw the twinkle in your eye.” He says the last part with a smile and stands to get himself a drink at the bar.
“I promise to stand by your side the whole evening and I won’t even go to the toilet without you.”
“I wish I could trust you but you haven’t been very trustworthy to me, now have you?” He asks and I bite my tongue
“Please...”
“Cullen will also be in attendance, I am sure he will be looking for an opportunity to talk to you. Considering what a clusterfuck he has been in the past few weeks, dad and I thought we would let this dinner pass without any hustle. There are going to be a few people at the house and we don’t want him making a scene or airing your dirty laundry.” He says looking at me like he is waiting for a reaction
“Well in that case, you can still go and I’ll stay here.”
“I have been to two family dinners already without you on my side while I cried illness, if I do the same tonight, my mother won’t buy it and she can be a pain when she wants to.”
Just then my phone rings and I take it out of my purse and look at it. Its Cyrus’s mother, we are already an hour late and she must be wondering what’s keeping us,
“It’s your mother. What do I say?” I ask Cyrus a cross the room
“Give it to me; ill handle it he.” answers as he comes to take the phone from me.
“Yes mother…” he answers as he goes to the kitchen to continue his conversation. I sit down getting snippets of what he says to her but yet again I am sick. Apparently he came home and found me with a high fever, a head ache and vomiting, so he is taking me to the clinic. I think his mom wants to come but he promises to take good care of me and update her on anything else before he says goodbye and explains how it hurts him to not be there. He comes back to the room and hands me my phone back,
“Have you had dinner yet?”
“No. I was going to dinner, I didn’t think about having it here.”
“That’s okay, I heated something in the kitchen maybe you should have some before we go upstairs.”
“No thanks. I am going to get some cake Margret made yesterday and juice and have it in my room.”
“I want you to eat it here. Whatever it is you’re having, I would tolerate the company since you’re keeping me from going to my father’s birthday.”
“I, am keeping you? I want to leave this house more than anything else in the world. You think I want to be here, as your prisoner?”
“If you knew that maybe you shouldn’t have gotten involved with my little brother knowing how he feels about it. He is wreck because of your stupid schemes.”
“I never promised Cullen something I couldn’t do and he knows that I am in love with you, he always has. I am not going to take responsibilities for his actions. I never even knew he was in love with me until he confessed at that damn family dinner; I was just as shocked as everyone else.”
“No one was shocked about his big reveal, only you were the one pretending to.”
I huff knowing this discussion will not end anywhere and go have my cake in the kitchen. Cyrus follows me a few seconds late sitting next to me and having his dinner. When we are done I put the dishes in the sink and turn to leave,
“And Bella…”
“Yes your majesty.”
“I want you to go upstairs straight to my room and wait for me there.” He says still having his dinner and not looking at me. I scowl behind him and don’t offer an answer but do as the master ordered.
I get in and set at the chair he has on the window until I get bored and sit on the bed, I decide to lay there a bit until he finally decides to make an appearance.
I hear the door open and yawn as I open my eyes, I am surprised that there is light in the room, especially coming from outside, from the morning sunrise. I get my bearing and see Cyrus has just gotten from the bathroom and he is standing by the foot of the bed watching me. Its morning and Cyrus didn’t touch me last night; he let me sleep in his bedroom, why?
“At last you’re awake. Took you the whole night.”
“I waited for you like you instructed and fell asleep.” I explain as I pull myself to the edge of the bed so I can leave. Cyrus moves to stand in front of me wearing a towel around his waist and naked from the waist up. I look up at him as he towers over me and he gives me that look before he removes his towel letting it fall to the ground and I am face to face with his hardening dick, the more I stare at it the harder he gets.
“If you suck it really well, maybe I won’t have to fuck you today.” He says as he caresses my lips before his hands go to my head and my hair and he pulls me towards him.
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