This story seems to be going good, and for that, I'm glad! I know it's moving slow, but I'm gonna try to remedy that.
Updated: 04/25/2014
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I stayed in Julie's room for a long portion of the night – she woke up once and I read to her, gave her a bottle, and then she fell back to sleep. At around 9-ish, I began to get hungry. Finally gathering my courage, I dashed to the kitchen.
Only to see Mr. Morgan waiting for me.
"Finally decided to come out of hiding huh?" he asks me, a grin stretching across his face. I just nod and move to the pantry, looking for a quick snack I could grab and then head back to the baby's room. "I've missed you tonight."
"I've been taking care of your baby, like I'm being paid to do." I didn't look at him as I spoke, just continued to paw around the pantry, hoping to find something.
"Are you avoiding me?" I sigh as I see nothing in the pantry and move to the fridge.
"Why would I do that?"
"You're not even looking at me." I briefly glance at him and then turn back to the fridge.
"I'm not supposed to bother you."
"Benny."
"Mr. Morgan, I'm not supposed to bother you." I slap together a sandwich and grab a paper plate, seeing him get up out of the corner of my eye and move closer to me. I gulp nervously and turn, almost colliding with him – he got that close way to fast for my liking.
"Benny, why so jumpy?"
"Mr. Morgan, I need to go check on the baby."
"She's fine. Stay and chat for a minute."
"I really shouldn't."
"Please?" I shake my head but he grabs my elbow, steering me to the table. I sit down reluctantly and look at him. "So, tell me about yourself. You're in school, right?"
"Senior." He nods and scoots his chair a little closer, waiting for me to speak again apparently. "When did you graduate?"
"A couple years ago. I actually graduated from Whitechapel High. You were what, a sophomore when I was a senior?"
"Probably."
"How did I miss you…" he muttered, making me look away. "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, I don't date. No time."
"Anyone you're interested in?"
"No."
"Are you gay?" I look at him, his face conveying the amusement he feels at my discomfort.
"No. I'm straight."
"Are you now?" he murmured, moving closer to me still. I blush again, feeling uncomfortable by his presence. I jerk to a stand and grab my sandwich.
"I'm gonna go check on the baby."
"Benny, wait." I stop at the tone of his voice – it's rich and warm; his words wrap around me and I feel rooted to the spot. He comes to stand in front of me, bringing a hand up to my face. He leans close, close enough that I can feel his breath, warm and moist, on my face. He grins and lets out a soft whisper. "I can change that."
After those simple words, he backs up and grins at me. I just shake my head and go to the baby's room, where I spend the rest of my time until I hear the front door open. I move towards the living room, only stopping when I hear Mr. and Mrs. Morgan talking.
"Have you been behaving?"
"Of course."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Because you know me better than that?"
"Ethan, don't think-"
"Kathy, you and I both know-"
"That doesn't matter! Ethan-"
"Kathy-"
"Enough! I'm not having this conversation again."
I move back to the baby's room, waiting for someone to come in. I wasn't supposed to have heard that conversation, but it did make me wonder…
If these two didn't like each other, why were they married?
My eyes fall to the little girl sleeping soundly in her crib and I begin to put the pieces together.
"Mr. Weir?" I turn to face Mrs. Morgan, her face impassive as always. She hands me my nights pay and actually smiles at me for once. "Thank you for coming tonight."
"Oh it was no problem. I didn't mind." She smiles again and takes a deep breath.
"Thank you. For everything." I wonder what she means as she leads from the room. "My husband will take you home, if that's okay."
"That's fine," I say as I see Mr. Morgan in the hallway waiting for us.
"Have a good night Mr. Weir."
"You too ma'am." She smiles briefly at me and turns to face her husband.
"Don't do anything stupid." Mr. Morgan just grins at her.
"No promises." She rolls her eyes and walks away. I'm surprised when he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house.
"Let's run while she's distracted."
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We didn't talk the whole ride home, but when he stopped in my driveway, he killed the car and turned to me, a grin on his face.
"I'm sorry if I bother you."
"What do you mean?"
"The way I act. It bothers you." I shrug, hoping to not have this conversation. He watches me before he places a hand on my knee. I look at it and shiver.
"I should go inside."
"I'll walk you to the door." Before I can argue this, he's out of the car and opening the door for me.
"Thank you," is all I say, walking ahead of him as he follows me. I stand in front of my door, looking at him. "Thanks for the ride home Mr. Morgan." He nods and grins at me.
"I really wish you'd call me Ethan."
"I don't feel comfortable-" I stop talking as he moves, pinning me against my front door, his arms on either side of me. "Mr. Morgan-"
"Ya know, it's actually kinda hot the more you say." My jaw goes slack as I stare at him. He grins again and moves closer. "I'll change your mind about some things."
"Mr. Morgan-" He cuts me off by placing his hand on my face, curving it around my cheekbone. "What are you doing?" My whisper is panicked, my eyes wide as I realize what's happening. He grins, and then he's on me.
His body is pressed full against mine as he holds my face to his, his lips pressed against mine in a desperate attempt for me to understand whatever he's feeling; he's pressed against me so hard I can't breathe now, and I can feel his whole body against mine.. His lips work feverishly against mine in what could be described as a passionate kiss. I feel my lips move with the force of his before he pulls away, grinning at me with his flushed face.
He looks way too pleased with himself.
"Goodnight Benny."
"Goodnight," I mumble, hurrying into my house and locking door behind me.
What the hell just happened?
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Ethan's a horn-dog in this story, I know.
Hope ya'll liked it & thanks for reading!
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-JustMe133