章 6: Chapter 6 Chéire

I'm free as a bird when I'm flying in your cage

I'm diving in deep and I'm riding with no brakes

And I'm bleeding your love when you're swimming in my veins

-Liam Payne

C A D E

"Cade?" I heard Athalia calling for me, tying her hair up.

"Yeah," I put on my jacket and checked the time, 5 p.m.

"Bring me a blueberry pastry if you're heading to the cafe," she said, then turned back to her computer.

The last two weeks went quite well with no disturbances except Scarlet.

Asher tried to grab my attention, but I didn't give two fucks about him, so whatever.

Athalia, she was so passionate about her work, but at home, she disturbed me with a lot of illogical questions, which I didn't mind answering.

Every time when we watched a movie or something at night, when she got sleepy, she clung to me, saying, "You're warm like a teddy bear." What can i say she's Athalia statue of naivety.

I truly hated it when those slutty chicks clung to me. If I wasn't in the mood, I just shooed them off. I am not a fuckboy, but sex is something I'm an artist of.

Obviously, girls dies for me for this. Especially Scarlet...

"Hey, baby," she said, chasing after me. "Going somewhere?"

I ignored her like she didn't exist. She asked some frequent questions, then stopped.

"Why aren't you replying? Are you still mad at me?" she screamed. The elevator door opened, and she stepped inside with me.

"Can't you mind your own job, Scar? For God's sake, stop stalking around," I replied, raising my voice a little.

"I thought you liked me." Like I said, she clung to me again.

"I never said that," I replied, stepping out.

"We slept that night together," she said, just because I was drunk and frustrated, she took her chance.

"You are fucking with Asher now, so fuck off," I roared. Why didn't Asher have any problem with his girlfriend chasing me around?

"I maybe, but I can break up with him any moment you say." She held my hand, causing me to stop. It would be great if his girlfriend left him for me.

But if Asher was jealous of something, it was Athalia's presence around me, not Scarlet. And the amount of hurt Athalia was facing because of Archer and Scarlet, I couldn't bear this; I just couldn't.

When Athalia cried that night, it broke me, made me angry. Just because the innocence on her face was the same as of my mother whenever she cried.

Athalia was just like her-innocent, childish, and short. Damn! I felt so much comfortable with her, which I had only felt with mom.

"Leave, Scarlet. Don't try to push me to violence, or I'll make Vi punch really hard on this pretty face of yours." This was the last warning, which fortunately scared her. I was sure I looked like my father whenever I became angry. Fucking scary.

She nearly teared up before leaving. "You'll regret," she said and left.

Whatever.

"Two chocolate lattes and a blueberry pastry," I ordered at the counter.

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"Can't you guys watch the movie in the living room?" I said to Nathan and Athalia, who were casually sitting on my bed with popcorn stuffed in their mouths.

"Your television screen, awesome," replied Nathan. "Your bed, so soft," added Athalia.

I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a glass of whiskey and slipped inside the covers beside Athalia. Nathan drank so much that he could doze off the next minute.

"You should go home," I suggested to him.

"I thought I am staying overnight," he replied, taking the last sip from his drink.

"You're not. Now go home before I call your Aunt," I ordered, and he got up.

"She can sleep here, but your best friend can't. It's unfair," he said, pointing at the half-sleepy Athalia on my bed.

"She lives here. She can go to her room whenever she wants. You are leaving, or should I call her?" I said, picking up my phone. Athalia patted my shoulder with her small hands for defending her.

Nathan left with some glares in my direction. "Don't drive by yourself. Ask one of the drivers to drive you off," I shouted.

"Yes, Boss," he shouted back from outside of my room.

Athalia snuggled more inside the bed, and I placed the popcorn bowl on the nightstand.

"Change it, it's boring," she said, lying her head across my chest like every time. Am I actually a pillow to her?

I turned off the lights and asked, scrolling down the list. "Which one?"

"Whichever you like," she replied. At last, I picked up a horror movie, with which she complained a little.

"Scared of ghosts?" I teased.

"Scared of nightmares," she replied.

I should change the movie, but the atmosphere is perfect for horror-heavy rain with a thunderstorm, cold winds, and me with... a girl.

40 minutes into the movie, she didn't even look up at the screen. Athalia kept playing with my hands, thinking about something, her expressions tensed.

"Something's disturbing?" I asked, removing a strand of hair fallen across her closed eyes. Her face popped up from the blanket as she deeply sighed and replied, "Nothing of your concern."

"Your face is sad; it's kind of my concern." I playfully pulled her cheeks.

Her expressions turned serious as she sat up, crossed-legged.

"I went for a check-up again yesterday," she began with a shaking voice. I gave her a look to continue.

"My doctor, she said my conceiving chances are decreasing rapidly, and we can't do any surgery. It's bad for me because I'm quite young-" she stopped and bit her lower lip. Her eyes met mine.

"And if any other way is left, it is to have regular and healthy sex." She didn't look up this time.

"Then Do it," I said casually, which made her angry. She looked up at me in disbelief, and I wished if I could take back my words.

"With whom?" She threw the pillow she'd been holding at me.

"I don't know."

"Great, then I should go to any random boy in a bar, kiss him, and then ask him to fuck me," she said angrily, getting up from bed.

I pulled her down onto my lap.

"What about me? I really wouldn't mind fucking you every night."

She gasped loudly at my words, but I seriously don't mind seeing her on my bed every night-naked.

She's got a perfect figure, big boobs, a curved body, and my favorite, her lips.

"Can't you be serious for a minute?" she said, struggling to get out of my grip.

"I'm actually serious, chérie. Just lay down on the bed; I'll give you a trial." My voice sounded lustful, and so did her heartbeat.

"No," she popped the 'N' in 'no,' then looked away. I pulled her closer.

"Why not? Still into Archer?" She bit her lower lip, her hand reaching for my t-shirt collar.

"It's not like that," she replied, playing with the collar.

"Then?" I asked before she could say something.

"You are a fuckboy," she twisted her head dramatically.

"That's so rude, Ms. Nova. I prefer to be called an artist," I said in the same gesture. A small smile appeared on her face.

"Leave me," she said, coming closer.

"I'm having fun, bébé," I teased, her lips almost brushing mine.

"Are you serious, Cade? Can you help me out with this problem?" she whispered. I pulled back my lips, realizing the situation.

She is not one of those girls I sleep with. She is not Scarlet or Lana. She is Athalia, who doesn't let men touch her the way I'm doing.

"I don't date or love Athalia," I warned her. She looked at me with confusion, then smiled.

"My bad that I forgot you're playing with me. Now let me go," she again started moving away.

"I'm serious. I just don't like to be controlled. I can help you if you keep this only between us," I replied, and she relaxed between my arms.

"I also don't want others to know. Could you keep this as a secret?" she asked.

"You'll become my fuck toy," I warned again. I don't want her complaining in the future that her feelings are hurt because of me.

"As long as you are playing with your toy gently, I would like to." Is she trying to seduce me?

"Let's do it then," I grabbed her waist and tried to kiss her.

"Well..." She pushed me back.

"I want you to take it slow. I just can't do it-you know, I haven't had it since two years. I forget how it feels-" she started explaining, but I cut her off, pecking her lips.

"-Got it, my lady. For tonight, let's just make you comfortable," I said and laid her on the bed.

The black linen curtains around my bed and the sound of heavy rain made the air more erotic.

My eyes never left her lips; her heartbeat danced crazily with every raindrop. I licked my lips before pressing them against hers.

As I expected, they were soft like feathers. The kiss only increased my never-ending hunger for this kind of taste.

Her hands reached for my hair, her thighs around my torso. Her every moan entertained me.

"Want me to stop?" I said, pulling away, seeing her struggling. She shook her head, breathing heavily.

"Want more?" She slightly nodded her head.

I moved my lips closer again but soon pulled away, seeing her getting impatient for me. Instead, I bit her neck, which made her moan even louder, saying my name.

Her eyes became heavy after a couple more kisses. I pulled the blanket lying beside her.

"Bonne nuit, chérie," I whispered against her hair as her body shifted close to mine.

"What?" She asked, being unaware of the meaning.

Turns out my father hadn't taught her French. "Goodnight," I said again.

"Good night," she yawned. I watched her as she fell asleep in my arms without any hesitation.