Ruby

My heart feeling heavy, my eyes staring at nothing in particular, I found myself dreading my father's arrival from time to time. I have been that way for nearly an hour, so my imagination has been painting some terrible scenarios about my father's decision concerning Adonis.

Fear gripped me at the thought that I might never get to see Adonis again. How would I survive a day if that happens? It is already hard enough that I presently keep wishing to hear his voice and feel his touch.

Lord...

Sighing hard, my head thrown back, I wondered how I became such a mess. Is it normal that just thinking of Adonis sends my whole body into jeopardy?

It seems I am yet to discover just how much I like Adonis.

I took another deep exhale, and the chill that came with the day rushed into the room to give me some sort of embrace. Reaching for my blanket to cover up, I heard the front door close and the lack of chattering between my mother and Zion told me that it was my Dad that arrived.

I guess it is time...

With a glance at the door, my head began to calculate and paint scenarios. My brain began to dish out likely questions my father could ask and how I should answer them. The coordination in my head was so superb. At a point, amid the painted scenario, I firmly tell my father that I'll run away from home if he doesn't let Adonis and I be.

I scoffed. As if I can actually run away. How on earth would I survive?

And God knows I hate the idea of getting on my Dad's nerves. He can go from a loving father to a cold stranger if things go really wrong in our relationship with each other.

So, I cleared my head of its planetary thoughts, adjusted my position, and awaited reality.

A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps approach my room. As the sound became clearer and clearer, my heart began to pound, my mind rolled out a prayer or two, and my palms began to sweat.

After a single knock, my jaws clenched.

The door opened slightly and I began to tremble on that spot.

"Good, you are inside," my father commented as our eyes met.

"Good afternoon, Dad." I was not willing to show him my fear, so I gathered myself and decided to act like a tough cookie.

My greeting met no response.

He reached for the chair that was pushed against my reading table, turned it, and gracefully had his seat.

"Adonis Klaus..." his thick voice pronounced the reason he was in my room. "Why him?"

"I-"

"A gangster, your teacher, a man that is so many years older than you. Why him?" His eyes questioned me and I found myself frowning.

I had no response to give at that moment.

"What are you doing with your life, Ruby?" he gently asked. "Why are you endangering yourself so much?"

"Dad... Let me explain." I wasn't going to let him make me look like a little girl who is being reckless and stupid.

One of his hands in mid-air, he motioned to me to go on. "Let's hear what you have to say."

"First..." I swallowed hard. "Adonis is an ex-gang member. He no longer works in that line."

"Is that what he told you?"

"You dug up information on him, so, did he lie to me?" I retorted. My father's eyes narrowed and I noticed his hands making a fist. "Did Adonis lie about that part?"

"No. But-"

"Fine. Let's just say he has ties to a gang. And let's not forget that he is my teacher too. What if I say that I am with him because I like him? Does that override all those facts?"

"Like him?" My father scoffed. "Ruby, what do you know about liking anyone? You are just a young girl who has spent her past eighteen, nineteen years under a shelter. You-"

"Fine, maybe I don't know anything about liking anyone. But I am drawn to Adonis. I think about him a lot. I like that he protects me. I also love the fact that his hugs are enough to make me feel happy. If that's not liking him, then I'm sorry for running away from the shelter you have constantly provided me. I am sorry that I feel things for Adonis."

After my speedy ranting that had my father wearing a look of surprise, the tough image I was trying to maintain crashed. My shoulders slumped and I felt tears pinching the corner of my eyes again. I couldn't hold my father's gaze anymore, so I directed my sight onto the sheet covering the bed.

"All I know is..." My lips began to quiver. "Adonis didn't plant these feelings in my head. Yes, he is eight years older than me but he didn't force me to do anything. I like him out of my own will. So, please leave him alone. Let him live his life." I squeezed a good portion of the bedsheets in both hands while I held back the urge to cry.

My father sighed. "If I tell you to stop liking him-"

"Will you stop loving Mom if someone told you to?" I sharply returned his incomplete sentence. "I'm not even asking for much, Dad." I summoned another round of courage. "Don't harm Adonis. Just let him be."

"I was going to have him sacked but the principal won't budge for some reason," my Dad said, his words causing a look of distaste to find its way onto my face.

"Can you please leave him alone? Please," I begged. I was willing to say that I would stay away from Adonis if that's what it would take for my Dad to not try to destroy him. But, even if sneakily, I still want to keep seeing Adonis.

"This is what I'm going to do." Without realising it, I drew a sharp breath and awaited the rest of my father's statement. "I have hired a bodyguard who will follow you to school as of tomorrow and his job is simple. He will make sure he keeps you and that Adonis man apart. I don't want to see you near him. If you don't want me to execute the plans I have for him, you had better adhere. And no funny games, it won't end well for you. That's..." A deep sigh paused his stern words.

".... Why on earth would you like him of all people? Do you know how crazy it can be for both of you if your so-called relationship is discovered?"

"So-called relationship?" I repeated my father's words with a low voice, a scoff escaping me after.

"You had better stay away from him." He got up. "It is for your good. And oh, your mother shouldn't know about this, it would just stress her."

"You are asking me to keep a secret from her," I spat out, my voice visibly laced with a hint of anger. Our eyes met and he smirked.

"You had better watch how you speak to me. I am your father."

"I feel Mom will approach this issue differently," I pushed out the remaining words.

"You will desist from telling her about this. I am not going to repeat myself. Goodnight."

As the sound of the door slamming reached my ears, I fell onto the bed, my eyes seriously trained on the ceiling.

Recalling my father's decision about the matter, I figured out that it wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be. I would still see Adonis and maybe, who knows, either of us might be able to devise a way to fool the assigned bodyguard.

I was about to pick up my phone and text Adonis about the development but something in my gut told me to wait till the next day.

Closing my eyes to enjoy the peace that filled my soul since the dreaded moment had passed, I pictured Adonis. Then I could see him shirtless, then I could feel his hands touring the sensitive spots of my body.

My imagination and thoughts made my body slightly jolt and as I pictured Adonis placing his lips on my pussy, I traced my fingers to my centre.

As I visualized the manner in which his head would bob as he keeps latching his lips onto my clitoris, one of my fingers began to rub my tender bud.

Circling motions followed and my other hand began to journey my body, while my head played the scene where Adonis made me feel good. As that moment became more and more likeable, it occurred to me that I had found a way to escape from reality.

So, while my thumb and index finger played with my nipple and while my clit became sensitive, I let out a sigh filled with relief and growing pleasure.

It was really a great way to forget about my troubles.

~

True to my father's words, a tough-looking man kept following me and when I happened to have Adonis's class, he kept staring into the room from outside, his eyes sharply scanning the expressions on my face.

It was tiring and annoying especially since everyone could tell that the man was there because of me. The situation gave people an opportunity to start their rumours all over again and some people didn't hesitate to call me a show-off whenever I happen to pass their side.

I was on my way to the library after a long day of classes and while I pushed through the crowd of students that were shuffling their way to their next period, I soon felt a familiar grip on my left hand.

It was a grip that made my heart skip. A touch that had my whole body wishing for more contact.

As my eyes fell on the back of Adonis's head, I forgot about the hefty-looking man who my father assigned, and all I was looking forward to was getting sucked into my man's embrace.

The noise that filled my ears soon reduced as Adonis pulled me further away from the main part of the school and towards the empty classrooms where people rarely venture.

Adonis pulled me into one of the rooms and once the door was shut, he lifted me off the ground without a pause. He placed me on one of the desks and our eyes connected after.

"Did you really think I'd want to stay away from you?" he asked with a low voice that drove me so insane, I had to close my eyes to take delight in having to hear his voice once again.

"Look at me, " he commanded as he tilted my head in his direction. "Open those eyes and look at me."

I did as he asked.

His hands went around my waist so that he could pull me closer. "Know this now Ruby..."

The air that softly went in and out of his nostrils fanned my skin tenderly. His voice was now huskier, and I enjoyed the thrill of the moment. "The more you stay away from me, the more I want you."

His hands were now sneaking past my blouse, his palms doing a good job of making me lose my sanity some more.

"And..." He planted a kiss on my forehead. ".... the more I want you..."

My rate of breathing became shorter as his kisses went everywhere they could on my face.

My lips, my cheeks, my jaws, everywhere...

"... the more I think about you." His kisses went to my neck, his body pushed against mine some more, and I began to feel his bulge. I began to feel hot, my body tingled as I pictured what could happen from thereon. Amid my picturing, one of my hands rested on the outline of his growing erection and he smirked.

"And, the more I think about you, the more I want to do this to you."

"What?" I asked with a distorted voice.

"This." He pushed my skirt upwards, bent slightly, and latched his lips on my vagina through my panties and as he created a trail of wetness, I shifted my hips in his direction.

I didn't care that we were on school grounds or that my father's guard could be around.

I have been craving Adonis's touch since the last time and since there was an opportunity before me, I was going to capture it.

So, after a not-so-familiar side of me came forth to remove my underwear and wrap my legs around his neck, I found myself being flung back into the world of pleasure.

As Adonis's lips poked at my sensitivity, I felt a rush through my body, and with time, I realised that the rush was just not desire or momentary pleasure.

It was trust. Trust in the fact that I am not making a mistake when it comes to Adonis Klaus.

Adonis Klaus is a decision I will never regret.