Serendipity

Dream

A bright light streams in through the dune coloured blinds that adorn my windows. I attempt to wake up to shut it, however it seems I'm incapacitated.

The arm caging me in with it's  python-like strength is almost suffocating.

It all comes back to me, everything that happened last night, how I stupidly toyed with the man lying soundly asleep next to me, how I practically begged him not to leave and how I almost allowed him to fuck me.

All thoughts and reason fly out the window around him. His presence is all encompassing, I can't form a coherent thought no matter how hard I try. His eyes draw me in, his cologne intoxicates  me, and his voice,  his voice melts my very soul.

Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn into the mystery that is Brandon Williams. When I had met him a couple of months  ago, I would have never in my wildest dreams thought that we would find ourselves in these circumstances.

I can honestly admit to having a crush on him, he seems to have that effect on the woman that are fortunate enough to be graced by his presence. He's charismatic, charming, and so goddamn domineering. As if he needed any of those things, as if his looks weren't enough. The heavens created him to be a testament of every womans' virtue. The devil bestowed his sex appeal, ensuring that he will be the demise of the female population.

He made up one of the seven deadly sins, he was the embodiment of lust.

Lust.

Forgive me Father, for I am a sinner.

Nudging the beast of a man, I hear grunts and murmurs of disapproval  come from him. Wiggling my way out of bed, I rush over to the blinds, shutting them and blanketing my bedroom in darkness once again.

I find comfort in the dark, as do many, the things that get by, sight unseen. The silence that ensues as night falls,  the critters that find freedom in the blackness of it all. The predators that loom within the shadows. It fascinates me to no avail.

"Why are you all the way over there, Tesorini? Scared I'm going to bite?" He growls seductively.

"I bite back, however, we need to find a way to sneak you out of this place. It's morning, which means, it is swarming with people." I state the clear issue at hand.

He rolls his eyes at my worry, nonchalantly sitting up and strolling over to me. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his embrace, placing a warm kiss on my lips and murmuring against them.

"That is the last time you leave the bed we share before kissing me. Don't even think about arguing. As for sneaking me out there is no need, I had someone drop off my clothes in a package addressed to you, so if you don't  mind I'm going to take a shower and get dressed."

When and how? And of course I need to sneak him out, he certainly  can't  think that he can just prance out of my bedroom as if it's  the most  normal thing in the world, not only did I have a guy stay over, but I had HIM stay over.

He breezed past me and into my bathroom, I hear the shower turn on. Taking slow steps, I plop myself down onto my bed and throw my head into my hands.

What have I done? I just fucked up so bad I have no idea how I'm going to come back from this. How do I face my father? How the hell do I explain this to anyone? And why the fuck is Brandon so calm? It's  pissing me off. Why am I feeling all this turmoil? He is the calm and I am the storm.

Just then, he exits the bathroom, dressed impeccably in a grey suit, tailored to his god-like physique. This man's masculinity is divine.

"Esmè, I see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of yours, penny for your thoughts?" He says while clipping on his cufflinks and putting on his watch.