Chapter 10

To say Avril woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning was an understatement. She'd twisted and turned the whole night through, not able to fall asleep as the only thing ringing in her subconscious was Thomas Lynne calling her a child.
If that wasn't bad enough, she was certain that she just had a sexual dream about him.....it wasn't explicit but if she'd learned anything from the psychologist Sigmund Freud, it was that there was such a thing as sexual symbolism. How she wished she was ignorant of his work so that her strange dream of two people climbing up a ladder to do repairs on a leaking roof could have been passed off as just that; strange but simple. But no, she knew fully well what Freud thought ladders a symbol of and what he thought climbing up or down them really meant. Her entire body tensed and she felt embarrassed....why? Because her cheeks flushed and her body screamed to know what it would be like to be intimately involved with this particular man. She groaned, these thoughts were dangerous. She didn't know what kind of person he was...no scratch that, her thoughts were dangerous because she did know the kind of person he was.
Her miseries didn't end there. Not when Freud thought that people locked away their true emotions in their unconsciousness. This couldn't be so. Avril pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it. She couldn't even convince herself that there was no emotion in her unconsciousness because once again she was aware that one of the greatest minds thought humans to be the masters of self-deception, only to have their true feelings arise in the unconscious state.
She kicked off the bed and made her way to the shower....she needed to be distracted and she couldn't bloody well do that if she was in this house. A tiny part of her wanting to stay and be in Thomas' line of sight, smell and touch but she knew better. She was prone to being attracted to the wrong type of men and she should learn her lesson and be more resilient.

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Thomas laid down on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the ceiling. He heard the faint sound of water tumbling down and he knew she was showering. His member which had rejected the brunette just last night sprung to life and he groaned. It was just as he had expected. He was craving one person How desperately did he want to enter into that bathroom and run his hands over her slick body. He wanted her wet for him, wet, willing and ready.
He wanted to hear her scream with pleasure loud enough for her voice to echo throughout the first floor while he tasted, touched, and pounded into her. He wanted her...wanted to have her so he could be done with this unusual yearning that reached down to his very bones.
Thomas' hand absent-mindedly went down to adjust the stiffness of his rod growing larger and harder by the second. He groaned, his voice echoing off the walls of his room and bouncing back towards him, fuelling him on. The sound of the shower on and images of Avril standing around, her body nude, wet and slippery drove him over.

Oh fuck it!

He pulled of his shorts and went into his shower. He turned the water on and let it flow from his raven black hair over the rest of his perfectly chiselled body. The coldness of the water doing nothing to subside his erection.
He groaned in agony. Thomas propped a hand against the wall, his right hand encircling his pulsing shaft. His eyes squeezed shut at the sensation it brought him. His velvety member hot and it astonished him that she could be responsible for this.
He moved his hand along the length of himself, his body reacting, shaking violently as those innocent eyes and plump lips flashed before him. His pace quickened and his hand tightened over himself.
He heard himself grunt...several times to be honest. His body getting harder and harder in his hands as he recalled the lush curve of her breasts and the way her stomach led to that one place he wished to bury himself into.
His pants were more forceful now and he felt himself losing control. Is this what it would be like if he claimed her? If her parted her silky legs and plunged himself deep within her folds?

That did it. The thought of Avril lying limp beneath him, unclothed, sated, and spent due to his touch pushed Thomas over the edge and he came with a loud, satisfying groan.

He leaned his head against the wall of the shower, beads of sweat lining his forehead. He'd made his decision. He had to have her, consequences be damned. He wouldn't...no he couldn't allow himself to be a sexual slave to her. If his body craved the witty, hot tempered youth then he would have her and then... then he could not be slave to her any longer.

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Avril pulled on jeans that hugged her entire lower body in all the right places. she dragged on a top with long sleeves, but the v neck showed just enough cleavage so that her body was feminine and desirable. She stood in awe at the huge difference a pair of jeans and a top could create. She mentally dared Thomas to tell her she was close to infancy now.
"Ugh. No, Avril. We are not dressing for his approval." she told herself as she did a once-over in the mirror, knowing full well her true intentions for putting effort into her clothes.

She dialled Sara and arranged a meeting spot. Summer classes were just beginning in the university and Avril thought of sitting in to some classes so she could get a feel of what the different programmes were about. It was better than just sitting around this house.
She hung up the call with Sara, grabbed her bag, and made her way out of her room.

"And where are we off to?" Thomas was leaning against his door frame as if he was waiting for her to exit her room.
Avril almost jumped at the smoothness of his voice. She swallowed hard and prayed to the Gods that he couldn't sense her nervousness.

"I am going to check out some of the classes at the University. Thought it might help me in making my decision." The words barrelled out and her voice didn't sound like her own.

Thomas peered at her. His fists balling at his sides. She was going to a University, with greedy, untamed boys looking like that?

He wanted to send her back to her room and make her change into something that was less fitted to her body. Hell, he'd even prefer to send her to a nunnery.
And just like that, his body stirred to life again. It had only been half hour since he'd pleasured himself and yet again his body was greedy with desire.

"How are you getting there?" He turned his attention to asking responsible questions.

"One of my friends was going to give me a ride." She responded.
Thomas reeled. Hell would freeze over before he allowed anyone to take her on a ride of any sort.

"I'll take you. I have some errands to run." He commented, his tone suggesting that what he'd said was signed, sealed and delivered and she could not reject it.

"Bu-" she opened her mouth to protest.

Thomas stared at her icily. "I'll be waiting in the car, you have five minutes." He stormed out, leaving Avril utterly dumbstruck. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to cross Thomas, after all he was responsible for her and his family was doing her a favour by letting her stay at their house, she decided to heed him. She texted Sara to cancel her pick up and re arranged location of meeting.

Avril walked outside and was shocked to find Thomas leaning casually against the front of his car. His arms crossed at his chest. He looked as if he was posing for a photoshoot.

"Do you just wait around posing all day?" She muttered angrily but he hadn't heard her.

He came around and opened the front door of the passenger side. Avril stopped for a second. She had planned to sit as far away from him as possible and even though the back seat of his car wasn't that far it was still better than the front....

"Are you waiting for something?" Thomas questioned. He'd seen her hesitate. It was obvious she was thinking over something in her mind and he had an inkling it had to be about him.

She hurried past him and entered into the car. Avril fidgeted in her seat, she clutched her handbag securely against her chest....She didn't understand why it needed to be secure, she was not in the presence of a criminal. Well, that was up for discussion.
She breathed. Her eyes not meaning to glue themselves to the movements of his slender body walking around the front of the car. She swallowed. Her body wanting to open the car door and flee before he came in.

By the time it took her to process her thoughts it was far too late to do anything but occupy the seat she was already in.
For a damning five minutes the car drowned in uncomfortable silence. Thomas glanced over at Avril, her entire body tense, her jaw set and her knuckles turning an uncharacteristic white from clutching that damned handbag.
He knew for certain she was nervous but he wasn't sure if it was due to visiting the university or if it was courtesy of him. Silently and ashamedly, he wished it was the latter.

"You know I am friends with a couple of the lectures at the university, so if there is anything specific you want to find out you can let me know." He scraped his mind to say something, anything and usually he was a lot smoother but for now, that was all that came to his head. He mentally kicked himself. Perhaps he was just having an off day. Yes, even Thomas Lynne was not perfect.

"Thanks for the offer, but I promised myself to be a lot more independent from now." She turned her body in the direction of him, her eyes averting their gaze. Being this close to Thomas was unsettling and not because he was creepy or irritating but because Avril found him to be irresistible.
God, if there was ever a guy she wouldn't mind having one night of boundless passion with...

"Just shut up!" Avril shook the invasive thoughts from her mind.
"What did I do?" Thomas questioned and Avril gasped, realising that her outburst was public.

"Sorry, unsettling thoughts." She responded.

"Hope they weren't about me." Thomas responded, his laughter echoing throughout the car. Avril smiled weakly, marvelling at how uncanny it was that he had hit the nail spot on the head.

"Well, it's a wise assumption, we both know I find you unsettling." She teased.
Thomas' eyes lit up. "There's the humor I like." And only after he said the words he realised it was true. He had come to appreciate the way she chastised and put him down, it was refreshing.

"Beggars can't be choosers, that's the ONLY humour you can get." She responded.

"Why? Is it because I am such a disgrace to my species?" Thomas questioned.

"Hey pal, you said it, not me." Avril responded and just like that, without realising she relaxed.
Thomas feigned hurt. "My feelings have been so injured." he took on a stereotypical tone of what he thought females spoke like.
Avril laughed, the sound infectious and Thomas smiled at the way her eyes lit up and her body shook in glee.

"You know, Avril, I think we started off on the wrong foot."

"Or the bad side of the room." Avril input and Thomas remembered when he had cornered her against the wall in the room.

"Yeah, sorry about that." He apologised, his fingers gliding through his hair. He was often uncomfortable with accepting blame.

"It's cool." Avril responded.

"I will make it up to you, I promise. As I was saying, we got off on the wrong foot, or side of the room and I want you to be comfortable around me, we will be seeing eachother a lot and I want us to start over. I promise not to be a complete asshole, I just sometimes can't control it. I just want you to know that you can talk to me if you have any issues."

Avril hardly heard any words that Thomas spoke, she was busy looking at the way his features softened and the way his hair fell in disarray.
She noticed he was staring at her and it was then she quickly tried to recall any information about what he just said. Pieces floated around in her head, not all, but enough to understand that he was offering her his friendship.

"I appreciate it." She responded, she knew she should say more but nothing else came to her mind.