OPPOSITE ATTRACTION - Episode 10

Clara’s pov

“I will go home”, I said as I turned to him.

“No. I told you that you are spending the day with me. You will do as I say”, he ordered.

“Urghh!”, I grunted. He is so arrogant, demanding and controlling!

“Now go, get changed. There is a dress in the room for you”,

he ordered as he took out his phone and started typing on it.written by:Worthy stories

I glared at him and went inside. It’s not like I have a choice.

I went inside the room and got out of my clothes.

For some reason my heart jumped happily at the thought of spending the whole day with him.

I went inside the bathroom and my jaw dropped. Is this even a bathroom?!

It’s so luxurious. It’s almost half of the size of his room.

There is a full length mirror to a side. On the other side, there are glass walls.

The glass is so clean, it felt like the glass wall didn’t even exist.

There is even a couch in the bathroom.

Who will have a couch in bathroom?!
There are another glass walls.

It looks like the shower. The comod is in the corner. I went inside the shower after thoroughly amazed by the interior and turned on the shower.

I was waiting for the water to fall from the top, but they fell from all sides.

It’s like rain is falling. I bathed quickly and cleanly.

I took the shampoo of mint flavour, it is the only one that is there and rubbed it on my hair.

I washed my hair and then took the soap.

The soap looks like men’s soap, it even smells like man or should I say it smells like Dalton, but I can’t go out now to buy a soap. Written by: worthy stories

I rubbed the soap over my whole body and cleaned myself. After I got clean, I came out, wrapping a towel around me.

I found a dress on the bed. It’s a dark blue summer dress with a white belt in the middle.

It’s so pretty. There are even a pair of matching bra and panties. How did he know my size?

I blushed and wore them. The dress is sleeveless and stopped at my mid-thigh.

Suddenly the door opened and Dalton came in.

He is wearing a pair of black jeans and white shirt, with top two buttons open.

His hair is pulled to a side. He is looking hot! He looked at me and stared at me.

“You should have knocked”.
“It’s my house”, he said shrugging.

I just want to stomp my foot, go near him and make him learn a lesson on how to knock.

Instead I rolled my eyes and turned to the mirror in the room. My hair is still wet.

“Do you have a drier?”, I asked him as I turned to look at him, only to find him a few step near to me.

He came near me and pushed my wet hair back of my ear with his hand.

His gaze made me feel some new things inside.

I leaned on the dressing table behind me. He leaned down to my ear.

“You look so beautiful”, he whispered against my ear.

His warm breathe is sending chills all over my neck and the hair on my neck stood up.

His lips are barely touching the skin near my neck, teasing me.

I can feel myself getting heated. His hands went around my waist and pulled me gently close to him.

He is neither kissing me not pulling away.

God, what a sweet torture!
“Clara”, he whispered against my neck and my hands instantly went inside his hair, pulling him close.

His lips touched my neck and I closed my eyes, feeling the magic his lips does on my neck.

He nibbled on my neck. His tongue worked it’s way on my skin. His warm tongue made me carve for more.

“Dalton”, a moan escaped my lips. Few breathes left my mouth.

He doesn’t stop kissing me. He moved away from my neck and went to kiss my shoulder. Just then his phone rang.

“Damn”, he cursed under his breathe. He lifted his head up and kissed my slightly wet cheek.

He pulled out a drawer beside me from the dressing table and pulled out a drier.

He placed it on the table.
“Tie your hair up”, he said against my ear in his deep husky voice while his lips are touching the top of my ear.

He kissed my neck where he nibbled and went out

Then everything came back to normal. Urghh! How can I loose control on myself around him?!

I turned around to mirror and looked at myself.

I found something on my neck. I took a clear look and found a hickey formed there. It’s not big, but can still be seen.

He did this while kissing me! I blow dried my hair and combed it. I let it fall down to cover the hickey.

I am so angry, but my heart is still jumping in excitement.

A part of me feels happy that he did it. A part of me wants to jump on his bones to beat him. I put my black heels from last night.

I know they don’t match, but I can’t buy a new pair now. I took a last look of myself in the mirror and came out of the room, with a scowl on my face.

I saw he is standing in the living room, talking in his phone.

“Dalton”, I called out angrily. He turned to me and cut the call. He put his phone in his pocket.

“Come on. The ca- Wait a minute! I told you to wear your hair up!”. I raised up eye brow at him.

“Oh! So now you are going to decide what my hair style will be?”,

I asked him with an arrogant expression. His face mirrored my expression.

“Yeah. I will! Now go change”, he ordered. I folded my hands near my chest.

“No!”, I said stubbornly. He looked at me.

“Okay. Come on, let’s go”, he said and took my hand. I saw smirk on his face.

What?! He is not going to argue with me?! We came out of his pent house, but he stopped.

“Wait! There is a pair of dark blue heels inside.

I told her to bring a whole set for the dress”, he said and took me inside.

“Her? Who brought the dress and heels?”.

“Someone. Not important”, he brushed it off.

“But who is she?”, I asked not wanting to drop the topic.

“My maid. Why feeling jealous? No need to be jealous Cara. She is in her mid forties”, he said amused. I frowned.

“No! I am not jealous”. Liar! My conscience said.

I so wanted to ask him how he knows my bra and panties size, but decided to keep my mouth shut.

I am sure his answer will somehow make me blush.

“Yeah, you are not”, he said sarcastically. He led me to his room and opened the closet door.

He went to his shoe rack and there were a pair of while heels.

They matched with the belt. His closet is so big.

Everything is made of glass. He took the heels and was about to kneel down, while I snatched them from him.

I don’t want him to kneel down in front of me.

It doesn’t feel right.
“I will wear them. There is no need of all these. I would have worn something casual”.

“No! I won’t let you be like that. You are mine Cara. You deserve so much”, he said while pulling me close to him. His eyes are boring into mine.

“Dalton”. I stared back at him.
“You smell like me.

Do you know how much I like it, that you smell like me?”, he whispered against my lips. Suddenly he pulled away.

I gave him a confused look.
“If I hold you any longer, I will not control myself.

Wear your heels”, he said. I blushed at his words and nodded my head.

I went out of his room and sat on his bed.

I wore the heels and was about to put my black heels aside.

“Leave them there”, he said and I nodded again.

I stood up and he gave me his hand. I placed my hand in his and smiled.

We both walked out and got inside the lift.

He pulled me closer and put his hand around my waist.

There is no one in the car except us, but there is a comfortable silence between us. The car stopped and we both got out.

“Sir, your keys”, a man offered him the keys.

He nodded at the man and opened the door for me.

I sat in. He talked something with the man and he nodded.

Then the man left and he came in and sat in the driver seat.

He leaned to my side and pulled the seat belt like he did on the night of our date.

His eyes are boring into mine. I am staring back into his. He pulled the seat belt and put it in.

He turned towards the steering and drove.

I feel his hand on my thigh. I removed it.

Since the dress stopped on my mid-thigh, when I sit, it goes up a little.

He would brush his hand against my thigh teasingly whenever he should change the gear and my hair stands on my body as his touch sends tingles down my spine.

“Dalton”, I couldn’t help but say his name out loud when he put his hand on my thigh again.

I don’t know if I said it out of pleasure or not.
“Yes Cara?”, he asked with an amused expression. He is enjoying this!

“Uhmm… Thanks for the clothes”, I said trying to cool myself and distract from his touch.

“You are welcome Cara”, he smirked knowing the effect his touch had on me and what I am trying to do.

“Where are we going?”, I asked trying to get used to his touch.

His thumb caressed my thigh. My insides are melting.

“The zoo and huh, you are going to get your punishment there for not putting your hair up”, he smirked.

The car stopped neat the signals.
Zoo? Okay. But punishment? What is he going to do?

“Don’t worry Cara. I will never hurt you.

It will only show to everyone that you are mine and mine only”, he said possessively, while looking into my eyes.
Oh no!