George had a plan. He did not know how exactly how he will execute this plan but he will make it happen. Today is Evelyn's and his last day at her parents home and that would mean that he would have her all to himself for the rest of the summer. He could not wait, which is why he is planning on leaving the Williams household earlier than originally planned.

He has yet to inform Evelyn of his decision but he is sure she will understand. The two have spent a whole month with her parents and George doesn't mean to sound cruel but he is honestly tired of sharing Evelyn with her family.

He likes her family but they have constantly interrupted his moments with Evelyn. The two could be on the couch watching a movie and then her little sister would waltz in - dressed entirely too old for her age in George's opinion - as another attempt to get his attention.

Evelyn was not lying when she warned George about her little sister. Just last week, the girl "accidentally" walked in on him just as he was stepping out of the guest bathrooms shower. She had smiled harshly as George tripped over his feet for a towel.

Brianna had obviously enjoyed her preview of George's jewels and offered a half-assed apology before skipping off. When George told Evelyn about the incident, Evelyn went on a rampage looking for her "grown ass little sister", that didn't work out too well for Evelyn.

Her father had caught her just as she was storming into Brianna's bedroom and forced her to explain what happened to make her so angry. Evelyn told him and World War three had almost commenced.

Mr. Williams went from the happy guy that could engage in long conversations about the latest sneakers and LeBron James basketball stats to the Adolf Hitler of the twenty-first century.

He was enraged and just like his daughter had done, he went on a rampage. Of course, instead of targeting Brianna, he targeted George and that's when all hell broke lose.

George was trying to defend himself and Mr. Williams already had a conclusion in mind and was not keen to listening to what George had to say. Eventually, Mrs. Williams came to George rescue and calmed her husband just as he moved to shove or punch George.

George didn't know which one he was aiming to do and was glad that he didn't have to find out.

In the end, Brianna was grounded for that week and from what he heard that night, she received the ass whooping of a lifetime from her mother - apparently the first of none. The Williams household was definitely hostile after that whole scene.

Brianna never dared to look George's way again and her parents continuously apologized to George for an entire week before everything went back to normal. Brianna still doesn't look George's way, though and George is not complaining.

"Hey George, you're up early." A gentle voice calls for his attention.

George looked toward the direction of the voice and smiled at Mrs. Williams who is leaning against the frame of the kitchen door.

George leans off of the refrigerator and walks toward the island. He absolutely loves the Williams kitchen. It's so simple and homey. The color scheme of red and white really brightens the space. He also likes the little chicken and rooster accessories that can be found almost everywhere in the kitchen.

The kitchen is spacious and warm and definitely reminds George of home. The Williams definitely made him feel like he is home, despite a few rough patches during the past few weeks.

"I couldn't sleep." George exasperates.

For an entire month, George has been bedding on the Williams' soft and warm love seat. He swears it felt like his bed back home and every night he has received a full night's rest.

Of course, he was bummed that he couldn't sleep with Evelyn but he understood and was definitely not complaining. He has yet to sleep with Evelyn anyway. He doesn't trust himself to just lay beside her and not touch her. Especially not since that grocery store escapade.

He definitely had to jerk off in a cold shower that very night and it was a nightmare. The temperature had dropped especially low that same night and George was sure he was so close to catching hypothermia. Never again.

George sipped his tea and shuddered at the memory while Mrs. Williams padded into the kitchen, stopping at her coffee machine and began the process of brewing.

"My husband likes his fresh cup every morning a little after nine." She sighs as she measured and poured the coffee grounds.

George glances at the clock above her and notes the time. It is eight o'clock. That means that the coffee should be brewed and ready for Mr. Williams when he comes down a little after nine.

George knew this even before Mrs. Williams told him. He would wake up some mornings to the smell of fresh Columbian coffee and a few minutes later, Mr. Williams would come down the stairs rubbing his eyes tiredly.

He'd disappear into the kitchen and reappear magically restored and animated. George always wondered who was getting up so early to give the man his fix of coffee and wrongfully assumed it was Evelyn.

He chuckles at the thought now. He admires Mrs. Williams for doing such a small thing for her husband. It obviously did monumental things for him because he seemed so happy each and every time he reappeared from the kitchen.

"I'll give him his cup and he'd shower me with kisses just to get the day started. The man is a mess, but my mess." She chuckles and turns around. "Your parents do anything like that?"

George nods and shifts his gaze on his mug. His parents absolutely adore each other, which is exactly why they are both assholes to him. His father would go to the ends of the earth for his wife and George admired that. He maybe a shitty father at times and his mother as well, but the couple treats each other like king and queen.

"They worship the ground the other walks on." George shakes his head with a small smile. "I always said that I'd be like them. Get married and be the happiest man on earth."

Mrs. Williams smiles. She truly likes George. It had taken her awhile to get used to the color difference as it did come as a surprise but she easily got over that. The boy is handsome and well mannered.

He seems like he has a good head on his shoulders and that's all that matters to her. That and the fact that he makes her daughter smile from ear to ear constantly. Yeah, she likes this Mills kid.

"It's a beautiful thing, but there is more to it than what you think." She sighs dejectedly. "The very man I'm fixin' this here coffee for, is the very man that I caught cheating with some woman in our own home." She shakes her head and averts her gaze on the steaming coffee machine.

"How did you--"

"I love the man. I loved him enough to take him back after he hurt me. It took some therapy. So many damn sessions before I could look at him, let alone say his name." She bites down on her lip and inhales deeply. "But we made and I'm glad we did."

George frowned at the past pain that is obviously still there. He wanted to asks when did it happen but decided against it when the door opened and the man himself entered the room.

George watched as husband and wife interacted. Mrs. Williams smile was back and Mr. Williams was showering her with kisses as she had explained. George greeted Mr. Williams when the man acknowledged him and left with his mug.

He could not wrap his head around the man that he had learned to admire. That man cheated on his wife and the pain is still there. George had to wonder if Mr. Williams pain is just as fresh as his wife's. Did he know she is still hurting?

George's thoughts only stopped when the rest of the Williams clan strolled down the stairs and greeted him. Brianna's greeting was quite awkward but George returned it nonetheless. Evelyn simply smiled and called him to join everyone in the kitchen.

George shrugged off his ill thoughts and obliged to her request and jogged after her. When she stopped him at the door of the kitchen and stole a kiss, everything prior to the moment was forgotten.

George tried to refrain from raising his voice as he loaded the truck. Evelyn was working his last nerve and he was trying to leave on a good note. He had told her three hours ago that they would be leaving earlier than planned. Evelyn, being the little asshole she is, dismissed that idea completely.

She told George that she would not move on his time and he had better sucked it up before she would have to kick his ass. George had only nodded but as soon as Evelyn left her bedroom, he began packing her things and secretly started moving luggage onto the truck.

He was almost finished and on the last batch of suitcases when Evelyn came outside to call him in for lunch. The way her smile dropped from her face and turned into of rage so quickly blew George's mind. She went from happy to an enraged little devil in point five seconds. That was amazing in George opinion.

Nevertheless, while she stomped her foot and rolled her eyes and whatever else she did - George really wasn't paying much attention to her - he continued loading and arranging the luggage on the truck. He didn't have time to argue with her then and now, twenty minutes later, he still does not have time to argue.

"You're selfish! A selfish son of a bitch. You don't tell me when I move!" Evelyn shouted as she storms up to George. "Fucking assho--"

"Evelyn... Go say goodbye." George sighs.

Evelyn shoves him before turning on her heels. She disappears behind the front door for a few minutes before she appears again along with the rest of the Williams family.

George figured they wanted to watch he and Evelyn drive off. He is fine with that, just as long as Evelyn doesn't pull anything.

"We just came to say bye. Y'all should hurry up, it's gettin' colder." Mrs. Williams is the first of the first to speak.

George looked at the gray sky and frowned. It may be summer, but sometimes Washington weather does not understand seasons. The snow may be melting, but the June flowers have yet to bloom. Typical Washington weather fashion.

George averted his gaze on that of the Williams family and smiled admirably as they hugged and kissed each other. They truly are a cute little family in George's opinion.

As soon as their farewells were finished, Mr. Williams sent George a look that he concluded meant something along the lines of "take care of his daughter or die", George didn't really know but he settled on the fact that he probably guessed correctly.

The next fifteen minutes passed quickly as George and Evelyn began their trip home. Evelyn still held a scowl on her face but George thought that it did nothing to dent her beauty.

Her plump lips were pout and her eyebrows were stitched together in frustration. She kept her hands in her lap and her eyes focused on the road. George didn't mind the silence, though. He wanted to give her a few minutes to calm down.

Those few minutes are up now.

"You're so fucking cute." George smiles and steals a quick glance at Evelyn.

From what he could see, she did not respond to his comment. She did nothing at all. She didn't even roll her eyes which surprised George. After-all, that is a signature of hers when she's annoyed.

"Fuck you." She grits.

That made George's smile widen. Evelyn couldn't look at him but she could curse him out. He was fine with that, too.

"I wish I could, Amor. I gotta drive, though sweetheart."

George watched Evelyn's mouth clamp shut. He bit back a chuckle when he reached over to place a palm on her thigh and she, discreetly-not-so-discreetly, forced her legs closed. It was truly hard for George not to laugh at that.

"Move your hand." Evelyn finally looked at him.

George licked his lips and turned away from the red traffic light.

"Why?" He challenges.

Evelyn grabs his hands and snatches it away from her thigh. She made sure his hand landed in his own lap before glaring at George again.

"Cause I said so." She rolls her eyes.

George nods and turns his attention back ok the road ahead of him. He isn't done teasing Evelyn just yet, though.

"Y'know, I just can't seem to forget how good you taste." He mentions casually.

He checks for a reaction from Evelyn, she remains still and her breathing is steady as well. She was fighting herself and George liked it.

"You're so fucking sweet. And you smell good, too. This natural musk. It drives me insane just thinking about it." George shakes his head and fans himself dramatically. "If I wasn't driving, Evelyn. I'd have you in the back seat begging for mercy."

Evelyn still hadn't budged but George's words were doing things to her. Oh yes, his words were stirring up her insides and moistening other places in the process.

"Gettin' wet yet?" George grabbed her attention again.

Evelyn didn't dare look his way. She wouldn't do it to herself. On the inside, she is screaming for him to pull over the truck and put his money where his mouth is. She wants the proof that's in the pudding. She wants George.

"The funny thing is, you'd have me crying inside. I'd be on my knees begging for more while you recover. I'd tell you in Spanish a million times about how good it feels to be inside you, to taste you, to feel you." George sighs wantonly. "Fuck, Ev you don't know the half of it."

Evelyn is a fucking waterfall right now. George was doing things to her that she could not understand. He was touching her, without touching her at all. Her imagination was running wild. She wants George.

"Pull over," Evelyn demands

George frowns and passes through a traffic light.

"Why? I'm not about to pull over, we have an hour or so--"

"Pull the fucking car over." Evelyn grits.

George sighs and scans the area of empty roads for a safe place to park. He eventually opts for what seems to be an abandoned gas station. As he pulls in, he steals quick glances from Evelyn before finally putting the truck in park.

"Ev--"

"I want you." Evelyn removes her seatbelt and turns to George. "Now."

George's frown deepens.

"What? Evelyn, I'm not about to do anything with you here!"

"Why not?! You sit here and tease me and then deny me!" Evelyn snaps. "You're confusing me!"

George sighs and tosses his head back into the seat.

"Ev, love I'm not about to fuck you in some dirty ass parking lot." He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't want to pressure you. I was just being a teasing asshole."

"I don't feel pressured," Evelyn mutters before sighting upright in her seat. "I feel oddly hot and it's not because of the damn heater."

George smiles and reaches for Evelyn's hand. She allows him to take it and raise it to his lips.

"Eres demasiado jodidamente, amor precioso para una mierda rápida" George pecks her the back of her hand again. "Okay?"

Evelyn did not need a translator to know that George was giving her a good reason for his rejection. She liked that he cared enough to obviously restrain himself. Maybe she is special after all.

Evelyn finally relaxes in the seat and nods.

"Okay."

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