Chapter 4 — Home Alone

I groaned, rolling over onto my side, the harsh glare of sunlight hit me immediately.

I squinted, turning away sharply.

“Jesus Christ…”

Why the hell was my curtain drawn?

Of course… My mother is home.

I stared at the bedside clock. It read— 10:50

I got up from bed, deciding to brush my teeth and take a bath instead. 

It was a Saturday so there was no school, and I was pretty sure I heard mum say they would be out for the day.

A wide grin spread on my face.

Lucky me.

A day of peace and quiet would help me navigate my thoughts clearly.

I threw on a pair of joggers and top, then I began making my way downstairs.

I beelined for the kitchen, heading straight to the pot— and as expected, there was food.

“God bless you, mum.” I murmured, taking a plate and dishing my food.

“I— feel good, pa-ra-ra-ra.” I danced while singing happily.

I opened the second pot, gaze landing on sauced turkey.

My mouth watered instantly.

“Jesus, Mom,” I murmured, dipping my hand into the pot, to grab a piece of turkey.

“I guess Chicago taught you a lot huh..”

I bit into the turkey, marveling at its exquisite taste. 

“Ohh Lord,” I moaned loudly, eyes closing in ecstasy.

After a few seconds of basking in the taste of the meat, I opened my eyes and began humming again.

My gaze landed on the sticky note on the refrigerator.

I took another bite from the meat and pulled off the note, a small smile graced my lips as I noticed mum's handwriting.

(You shouldn't sleep in the dark, Rosie)

I rolled my eyes, walking towards the opened pot—I dipped my fingers in, taking another turkey.

(I made your favorite too, but Henry made the turkey sauce.)

Wow… I'm impressed.

(I'm sure you'll love it)

I sure do… I grinned, taking another bite.

(P.S Henry isn't feeling too well, so he stayed back.)

My mouth slacked.

(Be nice to him Rosie, love you.)

Suddenly the food tasted like shit in my mouth.

He was at home.

In this house…

With me—

We were both alone… in this house.

Shit.

“Good morning Rosie,” a deep gruff voice said from behind me.

Fuck.

I winced, closing my eyes briefly.

I forcefully swallowed the meat and turned around.

God… he really was hot.

His dark-grey hair was messy, probably from sleeping or… something I had no business imagining.

He stood in a relaxed pose on the door frame, clad in a black singlet and slacks.

My mouth dried and watered at the same time as my gaze trailed his thick arms crossed over his chest with a teasing look in his eyes and a lazy smile on his lips.

“Good morning Professor Henry,” I murmured, with a sheepish smile.

He stood up straight, walking towards me.

Then he stopped.

I craned my neck, staring up at his tall frame.

“Why do you keep calling me professor?” He asked., cocking his head to the side.

I shrugged nervously. “It just… stuck I guess.”

He nodded, then stared at my fingers gripping the meat like it was my lifeline.

“I see you're enjoying my food.” he said.

“Yeah… it's really good.” I replied quietly.

“Hmm… so good that you'd dip your hands straight into the pot?” 

I stared at the floor, as shame wrapped over me.

“I didn't think anyone was around though, I'm sorry.” 

He chuckled lightly. 

“I actually didn't get the time to taste it yesterday, how does it taste?” He asked.

“Exquisite…” I drawled.

“Let me see…” he said, voice low.

“Huh—”

His fingers wrapped around mine suddenly, and my gaze snapped to him so fast I could have sworn I heard a crack.

He stepped closer—

So close that I couldn't smell his musky male scent.

I should have moved.

I didn't.

My breath caught in my throat as he brought the hand holding the meat close to his mouth.

Then—

His lips wrapped around it, biting into the tender meat.

My lips parted slightly, eyes wide in shock as I stared at him chewing the meat slowly.

He moaned softly.

And almost on cue, desire pooled low in my belly, causing a blush to flare up on my face.

Oh good Lord… I was so beyond fucked.

“Hmm… I should've left it on heat for a few more minutes.” He murmured, “What do you think, Rosie?”

His gaze trailed to mine and I swiftly turned around, facing away from him.

What do you think?

Was he really asking me that?

When he just had his mouth on the same meat I had mine on.

“I- I think it's good.” I replied quietly.

“Are you alright, Rosie?”

Fucking idiot.

“Can you…” I drawled. “Let go please.”

He pulled away immediately.

“I'm sorry,” he rushed out. “Did I make you uncomfortable in any way?”

“No— I mean…”

“Tell me what's the matter, Rosie?” He asked, stepping closer.

I scoffed lightly.

What's the matter?

The matter was that I've always thought about him fucking me in ten different ways.

And now that he was so close…

My body was begging for him, but my mind, my morals, my values.

They were all saying no.

He's engaged to your mum Rosie.

He'll be your stepfather soon.

For fuck's sake, Rosie. He's 25 years older than you.

Thinking about him like this was wrong in every way.

And yet—

It didn't stop my body, my whole being, from wanting him.

“I guess I just feel embarrassed about you walking in on me like that.” I muttered.

“I see… you shouldn't worry about that though.” He winked. “We've all been there.”

I smiled softly. “You can have this one.”

“There's more in the pot, I can take one.”

I rolled my eyes.

Of course he didn't think of that before putting his sexy mouth on mine did he?

“I insist…” I pressed, putting the meat on another plate. “I suddenly don't feel hungry anymore.”

He stared at me in puzzlement, then exhaled heavily.

“Alright then… I'll take my time enjoying this.” he replied, smiling.

And my mind twisted his innocent words in the most immoral way possible.

I turned around, when—

“Oh and Rosie.” He called, I turned around staring at him in question.

“My schedule is clear for today, so we can work on any subject of your choice.”

“Umm… I thought mum said you were sick…”

He smiled sheepishly. “I… might have lied about that. Your mum's friends are a bit crazy, no offense.”

I pursed my lips, trying to hold back the smile. “None taken.”

“So… are you up for it?” 

“Sure.” I replied, smiling.

“Alright then, meet me in the living room, 1pm sharp, okay.” 

I nodded, walking out of the kitchen.

My body tingled in anticipation, as my mind conjured up different scenarios that had nothing to do with studying.