CHAPTER 7

“Come here.”

“No”

“Come on”

“No.”

“The water is not cold. Come on.”

“No.”

“Ace.”

“Robbie.”

He sighed.

I was not getting in the pool. I was not as comfortable with my skin as he was. He was perfect. I was not.

My body was always lean. I did not have much muscle definition unlike Robbie. My waist resembled a girl’s even though my chest was firm and tight. I did not want to get wet and make it more feminine.

I would just sit here. Comfy in my white oversized T-shirt and black shorts. I watched as Robbie gently walked through the pool. He reminded me of that supermodel from perfume ad.

Tan, gorgeous and masculine.

I gulped.

And he wondered why I was not getting inside the pool with him.

If I stood so close to the white pool tiles, I was sure no one could tell a difference.

Nope. Not going in.

I immersed my attention back to the magazine I was reading, so I would not stare at him too much and make him uncomfortable. I did not know when he crawled beside me.

One moment I was reading; another moment I was surrounded by water.

“ROBBIEEE.”

“Whaaat? I asked you nicely.” He got inside the pool too.

“I am all wet, now.” I made sure only my head was seeing above the water.

“Really? That is good.” He husked and licked his lips.

I grumbled. I was not in mood for jokes.

“Come on stand beside me.”

“No.”

“Come on, I will make you warm.”

“No.”

I paddled away from the pool and sat on the edge pouting. I crossed the hands over my chest to have some of my dignity back.

Robbie walked to me and undid my hands and stood between my legs. I turned my face away from him.

“Mad?”

I did not reply. He was standing close, too close. I could feel my resolve melting. He smiled and I blushed.

“Let go.” I yanked n my hands that were trapped in his.

“Never.” Robbie whispered.

“I am going inside.” I stood up and walked to powder room. A gasp had me turning around.

Robbie was staring with hunger. The clothes were sticking and I might as well had been naked. I blushed and walked away.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me at the door. He gently turned me around. “Fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled. I could not look away. I leaned in closer, I was sure he did too.

“Ace, baby, are you here? We have guests this evening.” Mother was back.

Robbie sighed and took a towel nearby and covered me.

He turned to walk away. But I took his hand and placed it on my chest.

“Ace, let go.”

“I want you, Robbie. I love you. Take me, now.”

“I love Janice. You are nothing. I hate you.”

“Please... Robbie. Just this once. I want to feel you inside me. I will die otherwise.”

“No. I told you. Janice, only Janice”

But I did not let him go. I dragged his palm all over myself. I saw Robbie’s control snapping.

I smiled.

I was laying naked on the door step with Robbie on top. I was happy now.

Suddenly I heard a scream. Aunt Marie was standing near me watching us. “How could you, Davidson. How could you do this to my son? Robbie are you okay? Get away from that MONSTER.”

Janice appeared naked and crying. Robbie ran towards to her.

“My love. You are my everything. This guy was making me do it. I only love you.”

Suddenly everyone was there, my professors, classmates, other faculty members.

All of them were screaming at me.

I could not breath. I tried to scream. I was dying. I could not breath.

Someone help please.

I jumped of the stairs, I was flying and pain exploded on my head.

I woke up panting.

It was just a dream. I was okay. Just a dream.

Not really. Half of it was true. That day Robbie left me in the powder room after covering me up. Rest was a nightmare. But I did not know anymore.

I got up from the floor when I felt tears hurting my nose.

I stood under running water in the shower, until I could breathe properly.

Liz was in my room when I got back.

“Another nightmare?”

I nodded.

“I do not get it. You never got anything less an A+ in any exams. Then why are you this stressed?”

I was not. But I was not going to tell her the truth. When she asked I lied. It had been months and the nightmares and memories were still haunting me.

I wish he did not marry Janice. But he did. He could never be mine.

I shrugged. “I got a B+ once.”

Liz looked surprised.

“Really? When?”

“9th grade. I fainted because of fever, could not write all the questions.”

Liz rolled her pretty eyes.

“See.”

I smiled.

“Tim was asking about you again.”

I shook my head.

“Look Dave, let loose. He is genuinely interested. Give him a chance. Who knows he might be able to pull you out of this nightmare habit of yours.”

I took a bite from the breakfast she got me. “Thanks for helping with the assignment.” She smiled.

I nodded. “Anything for free food.”

Liz pinched my arm. “And here I thought, you loved me as your fairy Godmother. I have to go. Think about what I said, Dave. Nothing to lose, huh?”

Would Tim be able to get me out of this mess?