Stolen Virtue

Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since my life was changed forever. Sanity stopped asking questions and Dillon would not even talk to me. Jenny was apprehensive about me staying with Clyde, Mom, however, was strangely ok with it. Clyde and I fell into a routine. If I woke up first I would make breakfast and if he did, he would make breakfast. We both made lunch and dinner together. And at night we shared the same bed.

We weren’t having sex, but we were sleeping together. After the day at my house, we came back to Clyde’s place. He carried my sleeping form and deposit me on the bed that we were sleeping in earlier. I remember waking up and begging him to stay with me because I didn’t want to be alone. Every night after that, we slept in the same bed.

I was surprised how comfortable it felt sleeping next to Clyde. Sometimes I would wake up with his hands in places it shouldn’t be, however, he would always apologise and try not to do it again. We hadn’t even kissed since that one time at my house.

Clyde was rather sweet. I learned a few things about him. His mother died for brain cancer when he was 14, he was very close to her and took her death very hard. When he was 15, his Dad remarried to a 22-years-old girl. Clyde feeling like it was a betrayal to his Mom, moved into one the pool houses. His father never objected.

Being the youngest of three, he rebelled after his mother died. He started, partying, drinking, doing drugs and formed his gang. He got into a lot of fights and had a lot of jail time swept under the rug by his Dad. I also learned, that he loves to read and sometimes volunteer at the homeless shelters. However, if I told anyone about it, he would deny it. His words, not mine.

I am yet to meet his family. His father Sam Davis, step-mother Crystal, the oldest brother, Calvin, and sister, Samantha. He said I wouldn’t want to meet them. They had their nose stuck too far up their asses to be nice to anyone but themselves. I still wanted to meet them, because they were his family.

Clyde and I decided against celebrating Christmas since we felt it was far from a joyous holiday. We spent the day talking about all the unnecessary things people buy and do for Christmas.

The night before we had to return to school, Clyde family came to see him, or me for that matter. They were curious as to why Clyde was, in the house for two whole weeks. I was sleeping on the sofa when they came, with nothing but a T-shirt covering me.

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My hair was damp for my earlier shower so I left it out to air dry. I was in the kitchen making hot Cocoa for us to drink before bed. I could see Clyde sitting on the sofa watching a game show. I laughed, it was so cute, bad boy Clyde sitting watching a game show. Who would have thought?

I was so caught up in watching him that I poured the steaming hot cocoa on my hand instead of into the cup.

“Ouch!”

I cried out, grabbing the paper towel off the roll and tapping my burnt hand with it. Clyde jumped from his seat and came over to help me. He grabbed my hand and ran it under the cold tap. It sent a shock right to my heart, and I made to pull my hands away, but Clyde held firm.

“Don’t move, the cold water will cool the skin and prevent it for blistering.”

I knew that, but the water was as cold as a bitch. We stayed like that for 10 minutes, when Clyde was certain there was no permanent damage done, he closed the tap and dried my hand. I started to shake, the cold travelled from my hand through my entire body. Clyde pulled me close, rubbing up and down my arms, trying to warm me up.

Went I stopped shaking he asked. “Are you ok now?”

I nodded my head, suddenly all too aware of how close we were standing.

Clyde brushed my hair away from my face and grounded out.

“Good”

In a husky voice before his lips came down on mine. I pressed my body closer to his and moaned. My body burning up from his kisses. His hands were in my hair and mine were in his. He lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He placed me on top the breakfast island and I kept my legs wrapped around him. He kissed my lips then, moved to my neck, I threw my head back giving him better access. Loving the feel of his lips on my body. My breath was coming in short and shallow. Heat was building up in my body and I sank my nails into his skin, to gain some control.

He pulled my shirt down off my shoulder and kissed me there. I gasped and moaned, feeling my body come alive at the slightest touch. He worked his way up back to my lips and my eyes rolled back in my head. The things he was making me feel were explosive.

When his lips reached mine I kissed him hungrily. I felt his hands under my shirt on my skin and everywhere. He broke the kiss, lifting the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. He dropped it to the ground, then looked at me. I felt no shame with him looking at me, even though I didn’t have a bra on. I felt sexy, desired and feminine.

After he had his fill of looking, he moaned and took my lips again. His hands were all over my body, exploring and his heart was beating to the same tune as mine. He started to kiss my neck again, then my shoulders and then my breast.

I sucked in a breath and bit down hard on my lip to stop from crying out. He lifted his head to look at me. His eyes were a dark green and filled with passion. He was panting when he spoke.

“Tell me to stop, Juliet, please.”

I shook my head. “No! I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop.” Then I pulled his head back down to mine.

He lifted me again, then I felt the sofa under my back. He hooked his fingers into my underwear, pulling it off. He stood and undress. I laid there gazing at his spectacular body. He came back to me, resting between my thighs. He kissed my lips hard.

“You’re so beautiful. You have the most perfect eye colour I’ve ever seen. The lightest of blue, mix with a bit of green, it’s perfect. So beautifully mesmerizing, just like the rest of you.”

He kissed the hollow of my neck and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his desire at my most intimate spot. He moved down lower and I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped from my mouth.

“Clyde, please.”

I said breathlessly. His eyes met mine and the emotions I saw there sent me wild with need. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me more firmly to him. I felt the hot blood rushing through my body and my heart was palpitating at a rapid speed.

I felt this intense need to be consumed by him. He positioned himself over me, one hand gripping my hip and the other teasing my breast. I arched my back panting hard. My eyes darken when I looked up at him and my voice was laced with passion and need when I spoke.

“Clyde, please.”

I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I wanted it nonetheless. He kissed me passionately then break away to say.

“I’ve always wanted you, Juliet, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted to make you mine.”

My eyes welled up and I smiled lovingly at him, every emotion I felt at that moment showing in my eyes. Clyde’s eyes darken with something primal and he growled out.

“You’re mine, Juliet. I want to hear you say it.”

I nodded my answer. However, Clyde wasn’t having it. “I want to hear you say the words, I want to watch them roll off of your beautiful lips.”

When I didn’t say what he wanted to hear, a hurt look flared up in his eyes and he turned his face away, not wanting me to see. I grabbed onto him, forcing him to look at me.

“I’m yours, Clyde, just yours. I will always be yours.”

He took my lips after that with much more force and we made love for the first time, on the sofa and it was beautiful. It was perfect. It was what my first time should have been like.

I woke to the sound of voices, but I kept my eyes closed. Clyde’s voice was the only one I made out, partly because his was raised in anger.

“Stop looking at her Calvin, I mean it!”

The voice who I assumed was Calvin laughed. “Why should I? She’s exquisite to look at. All that hair and those legs, I can just imagine how incredible her body must be under that flimsy piece of thing you having covering her.”

I felt Clyde stiffen next to me. He got up without saying a word and I felt the loss like a hole in my heart. However, he was back before I knew it, covering me with what I hope was the cover from the bed.

Calvin sighed. “Shame, I was quite enjoying the view.” Clyde stiffened again and said through clenched teeth. “I swear to God Cal, if you don’t take your eyes away from her, I will knock you out.”

“Enough!”

I stronger coarse voice said. “Wake up the young lady, Clyde. It’s rude that we should be speaking over her sleeping form.”

Clyde leaned down till his lips were at my ears, and whispered. “I know you’re awake Juliet, but you can continue to pretend if you don’t want to face them now.” He moved his mouth to mine and kissed me, and I kissed him back.

I opened my eyes and smiled at him, and he smiled right back.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey,” I replied.

“Beautiful indeed,” Calvin said with a not so charming smile, that made my skin crawled. I hugged the covers more closely to me when I saw four strange pairs of eyes were watching me.

Calvin looked about as tall as Clyde, but with blonde hair and blue eyes. In fact, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes. They were all stunning. However, Clyde was the diamond between the tanzanites. With his rich brown hair and intense green eyes. Traits he got from his mother.

I felt a little uncomfortable, sitting there naked under the bed cover. Clyde broke the silence when he saw that I was getting uncomfortable by all the stares directed my way.

“Juliet, this is my dysfunctional family. My brother Calvin the prodigal son, is sitting next to my sister Samantha the Queen of drama, on your right. And my absentee father Sam is sitting next to his trophy wife Crystal, on your left.”

“Hello,” I said, “nice to meet you all.” Wow, what a way to describe your family.

“How old are you young lady?”

Clyde’s Dad, Sam asked, getting right to the point.

“S-seventeen” I stammered.

“And does your parents approve of you sleeping with my son?”

I felt utterly embarrassed, I didn’t know what to say. Needless to say, Clyde saved me from having to answer.

“Dad, come on. Do you have to embarrass her?”

Mr Davis returned in a sterner voice. “You’ve got a seventeen-year-old child staying with you, and from what I can gather, you’re been having sex with her, do you not expect me to be concerned?”

Ohmygod! I wanted to die. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me alive. I wanted to bury my face under the cover and disappear. Clyde started talking again.

“What does it matter, she’s seventeen and I’m eighteen, it’s not like we’re breaking the law.”

Shut up! Shut up! Why didn’t Clyde just shut the hell up?

Mr Davis opened his mouth, but his wife stopped him.

“Come on honey, their kids. Leave them be. We came here to meet the girl, not to interrogate her.”

Clyde snorted next to me. “Yeah, you should listen to her, she was barely out of her teens when you married her.”

“Clyde!”

Sam, Calvin and Samantha said at the same time. Clyde ignored them moving closer to me. I don’t know why he did it, but he scooped me up in his arms, sheet and all. He stood facing his family.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know about you lot, but I’m tired. I’m off to my bed, to have sex with this child as you so nicely put it. I suggest you people, come back at an appropriate hour if you still desire to talk to Juliet. Suffice to say, talking is the last thing on my mind right now.”

He carried me over to the bedroom door, then turned back to his family.

“Kindly let yourselves out.”

With that, he entered the bedroom and closed the door. I was in his arms with my jaw dropped and my eyes wide. I couldn’t believe he told his entire family that we were going to have sex. Was he crazy? When he placed me on the bed, I squeaked out.

“Why’d you do that?” Clyde looked at the expression on my face and chuckled, “Relax Juliet. My Dad couldn’t care less about what I do and who I do it with. It’s all an act.”

I whispered, not sure if they were still in the house or not, “But you didn’t have to tell them we were going to have sex.”

Clyde climbed into the bed with me. He slipped under the covers and pulled me to him. My naked body going to him willingly. “Oh, but we are.” He whispered against my lips. Warm air flowed over my body. I stared into his eyes. “We are?” I breathe breathlessly. “Yep,” he replied, his mouth cutting the words of off mine.

I pulled back from him breathing hard. “Wait, what If they’re still here? They will hear us.”

Clyde laughed wickedly “They’re still here and they will hear us.” I gasped, shocked.

Clyde smirked, “Bite your lips if you don’t want them to hear.” I gasped again.

“Why are they still here?”

“Who knows, Juliet? Now no more talking.” He chuckled.

I wanted to talk him out of his embarrassing idea. However, he never let me. I bit my lips as best as I could, but Clyde wanted them to hear us. So they heard us when I couldn’t bite my lips any longer. About 10 minutes after we were finished, I heard the front door opened and closed. I buried my face into Clyde’s chest, embarrassed. He chuckled, pulling me close. That was the worst possible way to meet the family.