I've a Boyfriend

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A/N: So just to confirm my answer for the last "questionoftheday", I'm totally comfortable writing smut but I just choose not to write it. It was nice to know all your opinions and thanks infinity for all the support so far.

Quesoftheday: If you could choose only one country/place to visit before you die, which one would you choose and why?




“Fuck.”

Hearing the raspy whisper I turn around to see Louis standing in front of me with his shirt wide open, his toned torso making a hormonal breakdown inside my body. How he managed to swing this sweatpants loosely around his waist in a short span of time?

I feel the sudden weak feeling growing on my knees watching his lips pressed in a thin line, his gaze towards me with his widened eyes which are slightly hiding behind his soaked dark brown hair.

A distress, a congenial distress is what I’m smelling right now.

Every inch of my strength starts to melt away with Louis’ each steps towards me. My whole frame goes numb when he walks fast towards me and pins me against the big mirror covering the whole wall behind me. Both of my wrists get curled in his one grip over my lower back when the other one is placed by my side.
He looks at my lips before looking at my eyes with his merciless one, piercing every piece of my ferocity into the tiniest pieces.

“I've warned you once, don’t wear little black dresses in front of me again. It may be hazardous for both of us.” He whispers taking my full face in one of his hands, caressing his thumb gently against the cold skin of my left cheek.

A calm flare of intensity runs down my throat before my lips apart to utter something. He has put me in a frenzy, a deep and dark one which is turning on the wilderness inside me.

“You’re the one who sent me dress………………..”

“Ssshhhhh………….” He cuts me off by putting his index finger on my lips, looking at them seductively.

“You’re a path full of deathtrap Miss Glena.” That’s the last bunch of words comes from his thin lips as whisper before he takes my lips in his harshly.

I need to stop him but I don’t want to stop him. It’s one of those enchanting presents which forces you to forget about the aftermath in future. When your mind and heart can’t cooperate with your helpless body. I know what to do but I don’t want to do what I need to do.

He leaves my hands free from his grip and I take the chance to pull him closer to me by his neck when his harsh hands make me to wrap my legs around his waist. A soft moan from my lips breaks the silence around us when he squeezes my thighs bitterly with his unpitying hands.

“Are you sure?” He takes a moment to ask in a high pitched voice, gazing into my eyes, leaning his forehead against mine as he smirks.

“No but yes.” I whimper during my heavy pant, looking at him biting my shaky bottom lip as they turn into a bigger smirk afterwards.

“Good.” He breathes out with a chuckle. “Because I’m sure of nothing when I'm around you.” He whispers before crashing our lips again, leading both of us to the bed.


//

I curse under my breath closing my eyes when all the memories from last night starts to play inside my head like the haunting flashback of a ghost story watching the fabrics lying on the floor.

I bury my head in my arms sitting up on the bed beside a fully naked Louis, who’s lying down on his stomach, his back with marks from my ruthless hand in front of me.

I never thought I’d be this close to this hardhearted persona, skin to skin. Nothing was under my control yesterday night. Only the thing which was under my control yesterday night, is his moans which is still brushing against my earlobes like a symphony. I am still surprised of the moment when he pulled me to his chest instead of pulling me inside him. He let me cuddle him until we both fell asleep instead of letting me wake up with the guilty of one night stand in this morning. It was nothing more than some wild skin craving and gentle foreplay.

But the thing is, he thinks I’m Oren, who I’m not. I’m with him for a few days only, then Oren would be the one who’ll be with him. I should tell him the truth before anything else happens.

“No!” I cover my mouth with my hands.

The consequences of confessing myself in front of him is worse than hooking up. Oren would lose her job, the only reason for all this drama is to save her job. My one confession will ruin everything.

But why I’m feeling like I’m doing the biggest sin in life by keeping this away from him? Why it feels like there’s a soft corner in his beasty heart which I don’t wanna hurt by lying though I hate him?

Do I really hate him?

But I don’t like him either, though.

“Morning.”

On the spur of the moment, I collect the blanket to cover my chest when Louis sits up on the bed.

“Louis I need to tell you something.” I tell not looking at him.

“What has gotten into you in this early morning? Don't tell me I get you pregnant just by my tongue and fingers.” He yawns and leans on the headboard behind him, crossing his arms under his head.

I take a glimpse of his bare chest and goosebumps cover my whole body realizing the fact that I’m not the only one who has red and purple marks on body from the night.

“I…………….” Don’t stutter Reen. It’s now or never, it’s you or none. “Louis I’ve a boyfriend.” I close my eyes taking my lips between my teeth.

“Oh.........And you’re telling this to me now for what?” I look at him when he snaps me with the question.

“Louis whatever happened last night…………….”

“Oren,” He smiles weakly before sitting straight up on the bed, looking at me with the same smile over his face. “Just forget what happened then because nothing actually happened. Easier for both of us to work under the same roof from tomorrow. On a side note, I don't fuck girls.”

A sharp pain passes through my chest when he stands up from the bed saying this, patting my shoulder lightly. I keep looking at him with a blank expression when he doesn’t bother to get busy with his regular routine like yesterday night never happened.

"So you do boys only?" I ask confusingly but he prefers to be silent as he rolls his eyes at me.

“OK let’s just never talk about the informal relationship we’ve been through in these………….business trip Louis, never, not even between each other, easier for us to work inside the four walls from tomorrow.” I half smile getting off of the bed and he nods.

Why I'm making this a big deal? We did nothing unforgettable then why this nothing seems so much of something to me?

“Alright, Miss Glena.” He nods twice before walking inside the washroom.

A pain, a pain is all you need to feel to stop bringing more pain because the fresh new pain masks the old pain which is weaker. That's how life is, pains and pains, nothing else but happiness has to be found among all these pains.

//

“Miss Glena!” Louis calling my name brings me out of my subconscious state. He waves his hands looking at me and gestures me to climb up on the stairs of his private jet.

Throwing my hair in a ponytail to stop the disturbance on my face, I enter inside the jet and sit beside the window.

Louis is back to his formal look again. Off white outfits, thin golden frame glass hiding his charming blue eyes and the coldstone expression on his face. After a couple of hours, he reminds me that it’s his time for coffee. Most probably it’s the last time I’d be making coffee for him, the last time I’d be sitting in front of him face to face, the last time he’d get annoyed by me, the last time I'd let my ears hear his raspy melodious voice.

“Oh shit!” My sharp whimper and Louis’ curse words comes out at the same time when the coffee cup gets imbalanced in Louis’ hands, pouring the hot liquor on the back of his palm.

“Wait here.” I run to the small cabinet box and take out the first aid box.
I sit on the couch in front of him and drag myself closer. He doesn’t even flinch a beat when I put the ointment on the wound. It’s not serious, the place has only become red. Placing his hand on his lap again I stand up but he stops me by grabbing my wrist from behind. I turn around and see him looking at me already.

“Can you type this one for me?” He asks gesturing to the burnt skin on his hand.

“Assisting you is my profession.” I smile weakly before walking to the cabinet to put the box back.

I come back to the round table and hear Louis’ soft snores for the first time ever. I walk to his chair to find out he’s really sleeping or not. A smile creeps on my lips when I take off the glasses from his eyes carefully so he doesn’t wake up.

Watching him sleeping is like watching a calm sunset standing on a lonely beach, so peaceful and so sensitive at the same time. I push the hair back from his forehead and that’s the time the eyelashes brushing his cheeks moves a little. I step backward, afraid of waking him up but he doesn’t. He just changes his side on the cozy space he’s sleeping in.

Putting the white blanket on him, I walk to the couch across him and take out my camera before sitting. Taking a few shots of the mesmerizing blue sky through the window, I flip the camera to the person who has eyes just like this blue sky. But his marine eyes are more spellbinding than this sky, more charismatic.

I put down my camera immediately when I discover that he’s awake through the camera lense.

“When did you wake up?” I smile nervously looking at him but he’s still in his usual expression, coldstone sugarfree black coffee.

“I want to see the pictures in your camera.” He asks clearing his throat.

Oh shit never in a million ears you can see it!

“Sorry you can’t.” I tell placing the camera inside my bag.

“Why so? I just wanna see the pictures taken in Spain.” He Cocks his eyebrows, placing one of his ankles on the other thigh while his hands are already on the armrests.

Such a tease you’re Mr. Louis Tomlinson, such a tease.

“There are personal pictures and no need to pass through the Spanish memories again. If you want, I'd send some soft copies later to you.” I tell standing up from the chair, walking towards the coffee maker.

My free hand is grabbed and pushed backwards with a jerk in the midway. The next moment I find myself panting, my legs are perfectly sat on Louis’ lap, his left hand on my back and the other caressing the skin beside his smirking lips.

“The trip isn’t over yet Miss Glena. I’d be the one to apply this rule more strictly than you would once we start meeting in office from tomorrow. I’ll not even talk about it.” He chuckles tilting his head up. “Personal as in nude mirror selfies of you in hotel room?” He tells gazing in my eyes, a large grin hovering allover his face.

“No,” I smile sarcastically taking the courage to mess up his hair, “Nudes of me and my boyfriend which you’ve to remember before being a dadd………...acting like this.” I make myself stand up, leading my legs immediately to the coffee maker.

I curse under my breath when my lips reaches the black coffee in the cup in my hand which I‘ve made accidentally instead of making cappuccino. I look at Louis by the corner of my eyes and see him busy on his laptop.

It’d be really easy for him to forget everything, maybe I’d be the one who’s thinking about forgetting too much.

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