Set me free - Episode 32

 

William:

 I see Michelle visibly freeze up as I talk about dinner. I catch a little glimpse of her eyes before she slips her glasses on. It must suck to have both eyes open without seeing a thing.

"Don't ever come into my room. It's off limit." She spits at me in the middle of my question on the kind of juice she'll like. My mouth clamp up and I try not to lose my temple . I have to gain her trust not strangle her annoying neck. Which is slender with delicate, soft skin. There's a little mole on her pulse point.

"I won't be having dinner with a lowly staff. How am I sure you can even cook. Bodyguards are the dumbest specie I've had the pleasure of meeting so far." My lips turn up at the look on her face. I should be offended but I'm not. I would love to blow her off her princess slippers with my food.

"I'm sure you would survive what this lowly servant cooked." I say, mocking her voice and she snots. Her hand clamps over her mouth at the unladylike sound. It's cute watching her be the princess for once. I don't know how she got here but she's looks like she belongs here. Hell, she went through a lot from prickly rich snubs back then I think she deserves to be snotty about it.

"Well, I guess I'm hungry enough to suffer through your food. I'll be eating up here though

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. Alone." her mouth sets in a firm line to indicate no argument and I nod. Two can play this game.

"Okay, your highness. Pancakes coming right up." I bow for effect before turning around to leave. She probably thinks she's won this round but she's solely mistaken.

 I hurry down the hallways to the kitchen and let myself out of the house through the back door, making sure to be quiet. The cold air from the ocean blasts me and I shiver. It's supposed to be hot up here in San Francisco. It's probably the ocean.

 My eyes catch a black sedan parked close to the ocean and I feel like I'm being watched. Michelle's father? I don't think so. I start towards the car, the gun I was given for this job heavy in my pocket. The car suddenly revs up and before I can get closer, the car zooms off. I catch the registration number at the back before it goes out of sight. I wonder if that's the guy I'm supposed to be protecting Michelle from.

 Another cold blast of air hits me and I hunch my back against the cold as I hurry towards the beach house's power switch. My mind back on the task at hand.

"You ain't eating alone today, princess." I smirk as I pull the switch down to cut the power supply out.

 I'm triumphantly walking back into the house when my mind clicks on the loophole to my plan of chasing the princess out of her room with the darkness. She's blind. She's used to darkness, with or without light. Sh*t, i forgot!

 I'm beating myself up for my lack of a better plan when a sudden lightening lights the night sky and thunder shakes the house with the intensity of the sound.

"arrgggghhh!" my ears perk up from the sudden scream from inside the house.

"Michelle!"I rush into the house, my mind reminding me of the suspicious car on the beach earlier. I don't bother to lock the back door as I barrel into the house, my gun out and ready to protect Michelle.

"Michelle?!" I push her door open but it's pretty much dark in here. I can't see a thing. Panic starts to rise in my chest.

"Michelle!"

"Liam!" A small body barrel into me and I grunt at the impact. My hand feel her face to cup her cheeks.

"Are you hurt? Was he here?!" I pat her hair as I squint my eyes to study her face.

"I'm-- The thunder." Her voice is silent. I almost don't hear her at first.

"The thunder? Oh, the thunder..." My alarm turns to amusement as I hold her trembling frame.

"It's just a storm. You can't be scared of that right?" my sarcasm clear in my voice. She pull away from me, her hands planted on her hips.

"ofcourse not! I was just startled." Her mouth sets up in her usual scowl as my eyes get used to the darkness.

"You ain't scared so I should get back to bringing your pancakes here to you." I take my time turning around to leave when she clutch my sleeve.

"I shouldn't bother you with bringing my food upstairs. I'm guessing the storm has cut off electricity." she says offhandedly as she comes to stand beside me, her fingers clinging to my arm. I look down at her glasses covered eyes as her lips dare me to argue with her.

"you are the boss. Hold on to me so you don't walk into a wall. We should find torchlights first." I say as I walk her down the hallway. She just hums her approval.

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Michelle:

 Come on, don't judge me. It's not like I'm scared of thunder. Obviously, I'm not a girly girl. I thought better than to stay locked up in my room, I'll play with my new bodyguard.

 I only let my fingers hold his sleeves as he leads me down the dark hallway.

 It takes him about five minutes after grabbing a torchlight from a closet to set up a table for two.

 I'm expecting to see burnt pancakes when he brings out a bowl but the masterpiece he sets on the table makes my brows slip up slowly.

"Sit here." William takes my hand and helps me into a dining chair. I've been here for years but never have I sat on this chair to do anything as trivial as eating pancakes. I watch him through my glasses as he sets three pancakes on my plate.

"Syrup?" he asks politely and I shake my head.

"Can I get milk?" I ask. He pauses a few seconds before he pushes the carton milk to my front.

"pour a generous amount on the pancake." I instruct. He doesn't voice his comments. He just pours milk on the pancakes.

"Thanks." I say as I pretend to feel around blindly for a knife and fork.

"Here. Why don't you use your hands." William's hands grab mine gently and help me pull a pancake up to my mouth.

"Hmmm." I moan around the bite.

"You like?" William whispers into my ear from behind me and I shiver from his breath against my ear. The pancake slips out of my hand as I try to mask my shivers.

"You don't need to feed me." I say around the food in my mouth. I wipe the corners of my mouth self-consciously as William comes around to sit in the chair beside me.

"Come on, Michelle. Give me your verdict here." he grins crookedly. I just shrug.

"it's okay enough." William eye me then takes a bite himself. He moans himself and I blush at my sudden thought of how he'll sound when he's in the throes of passion. With me.

"It's amazing. Don't lie, princess. The best you ever had right?" he pokes my sides playfully and burst in giggles.

"stop" I try to talk around my giggling feat.

"Let me try your weird version." He finally stops to pull a pancake off my plate. I watch him sink his teeth into the pancake I'd eaten just moments ago. He moans again and I have to force a piece of pancake in my mouth to stop myself from emiting a moan of my own.

"This tastes so much better, Michelle." My name on his lips makes me sigh and I forget to correct him.

"Who taught you to eat it like that?" he says as he pushes more pancakes into his mouth. He pours more milk on his plate.

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. His eyes closing to savour the taste. His pink tongue coming out to lick his lips. This is nothing short of food porn people!

"Did you hear me?" my head snap up as his question brings me back to the here and now.

"what?" I ask as I shove in more pancakes into my mouth.

"I asked who taught you this style of eating pancakes." my face falls at the question.

Mom always ate pancakes with milk.

"my mom did. And before you go further, she's dead." I say, quietly. Suddenly losing my appetite. I push my plate away from me.

"I'm sorry." William says. I watch him silently knock his head repeatedly. He thinks I can't see him but I read his lips as he mouths stupid William to himself.

"I should go back to my room."

"no! Wait. I shouldn't have asked that." William comes to my side and pulls me up.

"I know what could lighten your mood." he says as he pulls me to the living room couch.

"Let's watch a movie on the laptop." he pulls a laptop out and I look at him like he's crazy.

"umm i'm blind Liam." I point out.

"Just lie back. I'll be your very own personal narrator."

I can’t help but relax into the couch as William cover my legs with a big blanket. Too comfy!