Chapter 13: Chapter 13
Sean’s apartment was the largest in his class, how could he call this a small place?! Perhaps, someone like him’s standard of size is different from someone like me. A middle-aged woman wearing a white shirt and a knee-length black pencil skirt was busy in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Mrs. Abraham, I am Mr. Abraham’s housekeeper,” the woman said politely and competently, I guess.
“Mr. Abraham used to call me Mrs. Liam,” she added as an introduction to herself, I smiled and my smile was contagious. I decided to explore Sean’s apartment, the owner was busy and immersed in his work. After bathing with us before coming here, Sean kept on calling with someone to talk about work, so this was his life every day, busy working, it’s only natural that he was this rich.
I found a room without a door in which there was a piano and guitar. I went into the room to go over to his guitar, intending to sing a song. I miss my job, I miss my busy schedule and Caroline. I wanted to sing one of my favorite singers, Taylor Swift. I decided to sing the song called Ours.
I end my song by finishing my guitar strum. I miss the atmosphere when I sing in the recording room, or I have to perform on stage live. My gaze was directed towards the doorway, there, Sean was standing with his intense gaze, the man was walking towards me with graceful steps. My heart seemed to want to jump out every time I looked at this man, I was so captivated by his charm.
“That was a beautiful voice, I want to hear it often every time,” she praised, I blushed at the compliment, My Inner Goddess bit her lip to hold back her screams of joy from this compliment. I put the guitar back against the piano, then got up, Sean caressed my face with his intense gaze.
“You are a beautiful, talented, intelligent and independent woman, Ariana, and you are only mine.”
I couldn’t help but smile with the feeling of flying to the seventh heaven. He was very good at seducing, and I was very influenced by the seduction. Sean took my hand and kissed my fingers while looking at me with his sensual gaze, his golden nets seemed to glow, emitting a dark desire and promising heavenly pleasures. It didn’t stop there, Sean pulled me closer to him, then dropped his lips on mine, enjoying this pleasant sensation I seemed to forget everything.
“You’re very seductive, Ariana,” Sean whispered sensually when our hot kiss ended, I don’t know what color my face is until now after all the seductions he throws at me, which must be pleasing and touching me.
“You like this place?” He asked, my fingers still on his lips, giving him a peck and sending small stings all over me.
“Yes, I like it, wherever as long as it is with you,” I said trying not to sigh, I looked at the lips that have been giving me pleasure all over my body lately, my face felt hot at the fact that those lips had traveled all over my body, kissing every inch my skin.
“Are you done with work?” I tried to divert my desire that suddenly recovered quickly every time I was close to Sean. He smiled at my fingers, a seductive smile and, Oh Boy! I could lose my mind if I was constantly with him.
“For today yes, come here, I want to show you something,” he asked then grabbed one of my hands. I followed in his footsteps where he would take me. Sean led me into his study, looking comfortable and elegant, befitting its owner. We approached a fairly high bookshelf, Sean took a book that was quite thick and handed it to me. I stared at a dark blue album with a leather cover on the outside when I turned it over, my memory flashed back to when I was in elementary school.
“Why do you have this album with you too?”
I remember having this album in my house too, because I used to go to this school, it’s just that the student period is different, this album is 2 years older than mine.
“Just open it and remember that time,” Sean said, full of mystery. I smiled when I opened the first page of the album, a photo of a group of elementary school children taking pictures together, I didn’t recognize any of them, because the photo already looked dull. Arriving at the page of personal photos of each child, my heart seemed to stop beating for a split second, when I looked at a photo of a child who looked shabby with sad eyes but full of hatred, under the photo was the name of the child. My eyeballs seemed to want to jump out at the sight of the child’s name, a childhood memory flashed through my mind.
“Oh, Sean, are you that kid?” I asked with a hurt tone, tears escaped from my eyes, I lifted my face to look at Sean, and he just kept quiet while looking at me with the same gaze as the child in this photo album. I immediately closed the album and then hugged him with all the melancholy feelings that came to me. This man is the poor boy, the little boy I once helped from the immoral and brutal bullying of his friends. At that time, I didn’t know that Sean and the kids who bullied him were the same age as him. Little Sean and now very different, when I found him being treated immorally by the other children, his body looked emaciated and pitiful in his tattered and dirty uniform. This reality hit me hard, it was shocking and sad at the same time.