Knocking on the door
Sadie's pov
I didn't know where the confidence came from, but I believed that I could get Justin to come to the party. Or maybe it was because I started to sense that Justin had some kind of liking for me? I still remember what happened when Daisy and I came back from the bar and I went into my room, angry because of what Daisy accused me of.
He gently knocked on my door until I asked him to come inside. When he saw tears in my eyes, he couldn't bear it and started patting me continuously with both hands. I could see the emotions in his eyes and his actions. Then, out of nowhere, he told me some naughty jokes. One of the jokes was about how a woman who's been sad for a long time can't sexually satisfy her partner in bed because most of her feelings have left her through her tears.
Instantly, I burst into laughter. I had never heard something like that before. It was so funny and arousing.
"How did you know that?" I lifted myself from the bed and sat on the edge, with my legs on the ground.
"I am a man..."
"That alone can't give you such an experience," I said.
"Actually, I experienced it with one of my ex-girlfriends in college."
"Hmmm... I'll tell your wife." I made fun of him, and his presence transformed me.
"Shi..." he used his fingers to hold my lips, and he was so funny. This wasn't the Justin I knew.
"What can I do so that you won't tell my wife and daughter?" he asked. When he asked that question, my mind went naughty immediately. I didn't want to use this as an opportunity that might get out of hand. What I actually wanted was for him to lie down with me and spend the night in my room, and he could do whatever he wanted with my body.
"Are you sure you'll do whatever I ask you to do?" I asked.
"Yes, I will, as long as I can do it quickly before Daisy might come inside."
At this point, I started to believe that something I hoped for could become real.
"If you really want me to keep my lips closed and believe you, I want to close my eyes so that you can change my clothes and put on my nightgown."
"Really?" he said, and his tone made my heart race, thinking he was going to scold me. But what he did next was a shock. He moved closer to me and whispered in my ear.
"I hope you won't tell anyone about this," I chuckled, and he held me up. I immediately closed my eyes, hoping he would push me onto the bed and do what I had been longing for. Gradually, he unbuttoned my clothes one by one, and to be honest, I wished he could be intimate with me. He undressed me until I was only wearing my pants, and then he put on my nightgown.
"What about my bra? I don't sleep with a bra on," I said and smiled.
"Okay." He unhooked my bra, and in that moment, I thought in my mind and was saying, "
"Come on Justin, what are you waiting for?"
Who knows, maybe he was seeing me as his daughter. I didn't want to feel embarrassed if I were to make a move on him while almost naked. From that day on, we started playing around and making naughty jokes when we were together.
The thought of the day flushed away from my brain as I was about to knock on Justin's door. Then I looked at what I was wearing and realized it wasn't seductive enough. I passed his room and went to Daisy's room to find a more alluring dress so that he couldn't refuse my request.
Within three minutes, I found the dress I was looking for. It was a very short gown with thin straps, and my cleDaisyge was prominently displayed. I didn't even think about what Daisy would say. In fact, I didn't even consider the consequences if Daisy noticed my changed dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and applied some transparent lipstick to make myself more attractive. After smacking my lips together, I walked out and stood in front of Justin's room. I wanted to knock, but I noticed that the door was slightly open. Daisy, in her anger, must have failed to close it properly. I pushed the door, and it opened.
"Where is he?" I quietly said to myself as Justin was nowhere to be found in his room. Then I suddenly heard the sound of rushing water from the shower. Wow, he was bathing, which meant he was naked.
Instead of saying a word, I walked closer to the bathroom door and knocked.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not coming down to join you in that party, Daisy?" he sounded angry.
I knew he thought Daisy was the one knocking. I wanted to sit quietly and wait for him, but I didn't have much time. The party must have started, and I didn't think it would take long. Because of the familiarity I already felt in my heart, I knocked again and remained silent.
"Stop knocking on the door, Daisy. Go and celebrate with your mom. She's trying to embarrass me, or what should I say, showcase her achievement. Why can't she celebrate in her own house? Please don't annoy me."
This time, I didn't knock again because he was getting angrier.
"I knew you were still there. Your mum's actions have made me think. I was considering selling my new house. But now, I'll celebrate it and move there without your mum. If you're still waiting for me, you're just wasting your time. I'm not following you," he said, and the shower suddenly stopped. I knew he was ready to come out. I wanted to put on the most seductive smile and raise my eyebrows in a way that would leave him speechless.
Just a split second later, the door opened, and when he saw me, he paused. He took his time to look at me from head to toe, and I noticed his eyes lingering on my cleavage.
"You," he started smiling. "Did Daisy send you to come and call me?"
"No, she wasn't the one who sent me. I came on my own, and I want to carry you on my back to the sitting room. When you're there, it gives me confidence. That's why I'm here to take you there."
"What kind of confidence?" he asked, still wearing a towel.
"Please get ready. Or do you want me to dress you?"
When I said that, he looked at me, and I could tell from his gaze that he had something on his mind.
"I'm serious. If that's the only way you'll come with me to the sitting room, I want you to be part of the celebration. Please," I walked up to him and held his towel, trying to figure out what he was thinking. I hoped he didn't think I was drunk, although I was under the influence of some alcohol. When we were about to pick up the cake from the bakery, Juliana came to meet us, and we had a few glasses of alcoholic wine in her car. Just one glass was adding more charisma to my words and how I was saying them fearlessly. I didn't even consider the possibility of Daisy walking in on us while I was holding Justin's towel. What if it happens?
"Don't worry, let me dress myself. If you're comfortable, you can stay in the room or wait for me at the door."
"I'm more comfortable in the room, so that we can leave here quickly," I said, and he looked at me for a moment before going to the wardrobe to get his trousers and shirt.
"Are you really comfortable as I get dressed in your presence?" he asked.
"Don't worry, I'll close my eyes. All I want is to carry you on my back out of your room."
He couldn't stop laughing as he dressed, and I turned my eyes to the door instead of looking at him.
"Don't tell me you're a bit drunk," he said.
"No, I'm not," I replied.
"You are, and for that reason, I'll be the one to carry you."
Oh, the influence of the alcohol was really affecting me, and I also read that alcohol can stir up sexual urges. This was a perfect opportunity to hide under the influence of alcohol.
"Do you mean I'm already drunk?" I asked, and he was buttoning his shirt while looking at me. When he didn't say anything, I sat on his bed, and a few seconds later, I fell back onto the bed. The way I was lying down made my breasts move towards my neck, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, Justin would have a chance to see them if he stood between my legs that were still on the floor.
"I'm done, let's go," he said.
"No, I don't want to go anymore. Come and lie down with me on the bed." I wasn't sure if I sounded like a drunk person, but Justin kept laughing.
"I'm ready to go to the party with you. Let's go. Please, please." He held my hand and pulled me up. Does he have no feelings for me? I'm glad I pretended to be drunk and offered myself to him, but he rejected it. I'm thankful he thought I was drunk.
Justin managed to make me stand up and whispered in my ear, saying,
"I'll be having my housewarming next week, and then I'll let you sleep in my room throughout the night, and by then Daisy might go and see her boyfriend."
When he said those words, I didn't show any signs of shock, but it gave me the excitement to follow him out of the room as he held my hand, and we went down the stairs. As soon as I stepped onto the ground floor, my pretense of being drunk disappeared, and I wasn't surprised by the way Daisy was looking at me. Then she had the chance to come closer to me while Justin was shaking hands with his neighbors.
"How did you do it?" She waited and when she didn't hear a reply from me, she asked curiously, "you changed your dress?" And such questions required a similar kind of response.
"To get noticed by any single young guy who might be here."
"Almost all of these men are married, and there are no eligible bachelors in this gathering. Don't worry, I'll find a guy for you. I promise."
"But my eyes are on someone right now, and I'm already crushing on him."
"Really?" Daisy smiled. "Who is he? Please show me."
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