Chapter 40 DO SOMETHING!

It seemed as if he was taking forever to say something. As he was opening and closing his lips in a slow-motion style, it was pissing me off. I just wanted him to say something to me and not just anything, but I was expecting him to oppose whatever I said because I did not want him to believe any of it was true. What he thought about me, and his take on this damn issue was very important to me as that was supposed to be the only thing that mattered to me.

Charles, who was my fiancé and was going to be my husband pretty soon, had a doubt regarding all of those nasty things that the whole city was talking about, he should not have proposed to me. But I was sure that he must have thought it through; asking a mediocre girl who stood nowhere stood even closer to his status to marry him.

As he started to talk, I automatically felt somewhat relieved without hearing a word from him. I was curious to listen to his side and then put forward my actual question to him.

He said, “Olive, it will be difficult for you to believe it, but nothing that is printed or displayed from their side affects me. I do not take a thing which they say seriously enough to even consider it. Don’t let it bother you, sweetheart.”

“How can you not care about something like this?” I questioned and continued, “Terence is a brother to me. I am not having an affair with–”

“Olivia, just shut up!”

All of a sudden, Charles started to get furious. And I was back to feeling the way that I was feeling before he started talking. It was as if I was back to square one.

“I do not want to know what you do outside. Who you meet, who you don’t, who you hug, anything of that sort,” Charles vocalized.

“There is something known as T R U S T,” he mentioned immediately as he saw the confused look on my face as to why he didn’t want to know. He continued what he was saying to complete it and make it clear to me. He stated, “I trust you, my Olive.”

Hearing what he mentioned, I instantly got up from the armchair on which I was seated all that while and walked to him. He had never hugged me until and unless he returned home from either office or anywhere that he had gone. That was the first time he spread his arms wide open and welcomed me to hug him.

The hug was not very tight and neither was it any less. His arms around me made me feel complete, and the way his palms were spread on my back made me feel as if I was very protected by him. His touch was not giving me any other feeling other than providing comfort. It was extremely soothing, and I was calming down because of his touch.

Wanting some fresh air, I thought I would do something that we barely got a chance to do. For a change, I asked him to come with him to sit on the lawn outside so that we could admire the sunset that was to happen in about an hour from that time.

It was a nice feeling to sit on the grass with him with his arms around me as I sat in front of him. His legs were also around me, making me sit with my back on his chest. As some time passed sitting with him like that, I started to get distracted as he started getting a boner, and it was pricking me every now and then at each of his movements which he was doing to keep his bottom away from touching me.

Charles has been such a gentleman since the very start. And it was proven at every such incident. But at that time I was not just his friend but also his fiancée, and we were also to be getting married soon, I felt he should give all of himself to me and also accept the same reaction from me. It was high time for us to take this living together thing to the next level.

To initiate it on my own, I put my hand down on the grass on which we were seated. I thought I would be able to slide it to his part to feel it a little and also to give him a green signal to do whatever he wanted to do with me. It wasn’t because I could feel his boner but because I had been craving him for a very long time then.

You cannot have the best pizza available within your reach and not at least try to grab a bite of it. I was giving it a shot at that time and had the cover-up planned for it in my mind. My examinations were starting the week after that, and he definitely would not have asked me to pack my bags and leave.

The worst that could have happened at that point was that Charles and I would become even more distant, and that was something that I could hardly think of back then because at that time we were not just friends. We had grown into being a couple, and that was not just for namesake, but we were officially going to be married after I was done with my college.

It was sweet of him to let me finish my college only because I did not want to drop out because I wanted to have the degree and to study gave me a sense of achievement that nothing had ever given to me. Challenging yourself to learn something new has proven to give a weird pleasure in a very different way. I was soon going to be Mrs. Lozano, and I wanted to have a feather on my cap which was earned completely by myself.

As I was very smartly shifting my hand and taking it back, I could sense Charles turning red. I was in the hope that he would maybe join me and take the lead from there, but he started to move away from me by shifting his body gradually at the back.

In the time that I understood what was happening, a thought of him being gay struck in my mind. Otherwise, nobody else would not want to do something that they were given an opportunity to do. I had seen him the way he had been looking at me a little before he proposed to me. It was not in a dirty way that he would stare at me, but it was more in a romantic sense that gave me a feeling of he being interested in me physically as I had become his fiancée.

Nevertheless, I continued sitting at that place without moving even an inch and pulled my hand back in front, on my knees where it was kept before. Charles and I continued to talk as we were anyway talking, and I stayed as much as into the conversation without feeling demeaned for the mild rejection that he gave to me.

But when we were going back inside the house, I was walking in front of him, but then he joined me by taking two steps at a faster speed. Something that made me feel good about myself and about us was the fact that he placed his arm on my shoulder right before we took the series of steps to get into the house that made up the entry house stairs.

From there, we even climbed the stairs to the first floor the same way; his hand on my shoulder, and he didn’t even let go of me when we reached it. With a little pull, he started walking me to his room. That was a pleasant surprise to me. It did not matter to me with what intentions he was taking me to his room, but I was ready for whatever he wanted to do with me.