A Shocking Revelation

The kiss was slow and deliberate as his hands roamed all over her body, she wrapped her hands tightly on his shoulders making her frame tiny compared to his.

His massive palm slided down to her ass cheek grabbing both and lifting her up making a soft moan escape her lips. She was on fire and only his touch has the power to stop it, her pussy was dripping wet while his dick was as hard as ever, standing at attention as it was fighting for freedom under his trousers,

Clara felt a slight touch on her shoulder and she opened her eyes feeling confused and dazed. She looked around her environment and felt a blush creeping to her cheek after understanding she had been dreaming of having sex with Arthur. She soon snapped out of it when she felt Arthur's hand on her forehead checking for her temperature as her face was flushed red but after seeing her body wasn't hot he let out a sigh and plastered his signature grin on his face as if realizing what happened.

“ Do I have something on my face?” she asked after seeing he wouldn't look away. She had always been someone who acted with care and she barely had any emotions on her face but after knowing Arthur she's become a shy little girl and she somehow wants his hands on her. Thinking about the sex dream she couldn't help shaking her head to dispel those thoughts as she felt shy all of a sudden. “ Actually you look cute to ignore,” he said and for a moment she felt dumbfounded. She was so lost in her thoughts to notice he had opened her side of the door waiting for her to come down and seeing no reaction from her he scooped her up from the seat and took her inside the apartment, that was when she noticed they were at his house.

Inside Arthur dropped her on a couch as he bent down to remove her hills. After that he went to the kitchen and brought her fresh chilled mango juice “ that was brewed this morning,” he said as she took a sip “ thanks, I needed something cold anyways,” she said as she placed the cup by a stool near the couch.

The house wasn't that big but everything from the door to the interior screams money. She looked around the living room and saw a charcoal drawing portrait of a girl in school uniform, but the girl looks so much like her from the side profile as the picture was just a side frame of the person. She looked at Arthur to see him look away as if being caught in an act, “ is that me?” She couldn't help but ask but all he did was fake coughed as he stood up, “well lets eat first, the food’s been microwaved,” he said as he walked to the kitchen and later came out carrying two plates of hot meals. Clara didn't think much of it as she walked to the dining and sat down. Arthur poured her wine and made a toast before eating. “ So, did you know me before,” Clara asked midway.

“You forget so easily Clara,” he called her name for the first time and she felt strange, she didn't realize she had gotten used to the name little bird until now. “ Forget what, have we met before?” She couldn't remember ever meeting Arthur at least if she had she would have remembered his face, the face wasn't ugly to begin with she thought

Arthur set his wine glass down, the soft click of crystal against the polished table echoing in the quiet dining room. He didn't answer immediately instead he leaned back on his chair, his dark eyes locked on hers like a predating hawk. His gaze made her body tremble but in a different way as she felt her pussy getting wet just from his intense stare. His face held his signature smirk as if he knew she was aroused.

“ Ten years ago, little birdie,” he said his smirk replaced with a soft smile on his face, “ ten years ago on a raining Tuesday afternoon, outside your high school, you were crying because your art work fell on a puddle and it was a portrait of your parents which you intended to give as an anniversary gift, a man in a black suit had stopped to pick it up while also giving you his handkerchief ,”

Clara's breath hitched.Her mind raced backwards to a decade ago. She remembered, but then she was only ten and he looked so different from before. She remembered crying pitifully as her gift was ruined. She had worked so hard for it as it was her first gift ever but James had called her out that day and even after waiting for him he didn't show up but she was caught in the rain and had her artwork destroyed.

“ That…. that was you?, but you looked different and wilder then,”

“ I was twenty two then birdie, and I was still in my rebellious stage, and then I was having a dispute with my dad then about the company,” Arthur murmured the last part, his smile softened seeing how she looked so shocked but still cute. But even then little birdie, I've always kept a tab on you, and yes I bought the restaurant only because you frequent it and the portrait, I had it remade but the day I decided to give you on your graduation your parents passed away and I didn't want to hurt you more showing up with their frames,” Arthur said as Clara's eyes instantly filled with tears. She had forgotten how it felt for someone to think of her interest first and even James hasn't done this for her