A desire come true (The Never Changing Wish Book 1) (16 page)

Friday morning I get up all fresh and ready to do shit. I don’t know what, but I will do something productive today. It’s only six, which means all are asleep. Only I am crazy enough to get up at this hour, and I’m proud of that. It’s not easy to get up when all are asleep, enjoying themselves.

First thing I do is go to the office and check how things are going. Jane is already here, doing her stuff. She is one of the friends that I am lucky to have. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be able to have so much free time on my hands. She does all the work for me, as she does it way better nonetheless. I pay her extra of course, and she actually likes what she does here for me. I’m happy I found a person like this.

I go about some new documents that I need to sign and check. I finish that quick, letting myself wonder on different floors, observing the normal days of hard working people that have no social life. I pity them in some way, but someone has to do this shit. We can’t avoid it, but embrace it. A couple of hours later I leave the building with my sight on an old friends bar. It’s barely eleven but I don’t care. I want to see this person. I don’t know why, but I feel the answer to my current situation lies in that place.

I arrive shortly after, pulling the car one block away. I walk inside the bar, and see nobody. It’s empty, only a woman dressed in black is reading a book. She doesn’t even raise her head to see who entered. She doesn’t care about anything.

“What are you reading there? It sure seems pretty captivating,” I say with a smile on my face, trying to get her to look at me. No success. She continues her task like it’s the most important thing ever.

I come closer, and sit right in front of her. Only me and her in the whole bar. Silence fills my ears, not even background music runs. This place is gloomy as it always been. I wonder how it didn’t close until now.

“Hey Kimberly, you look beautiful on this lovely day.”

“It’s Kim, stupid. What you want?” she murmurs with her powerful but feminine voice. Her eyes don’t waiver not even a second, still fixated on the page.

“Who said I want something? Did I say that? I don’t remember, but with someone like you in front of me, it’s only natural to forget stuff,” I joke around, hoping she will actually take me into consideration. If I get to serious she will block me out immediately.

“Funny as ever, Noble. You came to give it one more try? I can save your time and tell you now it’s a no.”

“It’s Levi, and I didn’t come for that. You know I lost faith in that dream long ago. I want to be friends. Just that, if you allow me to do so.”

She finally closes the book, to distracted to actually enjoy it, and takes a glass.

“Same as always,” I say with my eyes fixated on her every move. Kimberly didn’t have money, a good family, an extraordinary education or career, but despite all that, I could never make her my own. I was nothing in her eyes, just a rich playboy with too much time on my hands. She is the only one to ever slip my grasp, to negate my charm or persuasions. I love her for that, but she doesn't what to see it. She’s to prideful to even look at me and accept her attraction. She made in her mind that I will never have her and until now she kept that promise. I’ve been trying to convince her for years now, with no success.

“Hey, look at me for a second, can you? I want to see your face. It’s been one full year, if I’m not mistaken, yes?”

“Like I care about how much it’s been since I’ve seen your perfect face.” She always acknowledged my physical appearance but that’s all she recognized. I showed her numerous times my smart side, but she was not interested. She made me look dumb in comparison.

“Are you still a virgin?” I suddenly ask eager to find out the answer; that is if she tells me, of course. I had this question on my mind since I decided to come to this shit place. I wonder if she dropped the walls to anyone else or it’s just me she keeps out. Her face answers my question. She didn’t lose it yet. That’s good for me but she is 22 at the moment if I’m not wrong. Such a waste if you ask me. In my book, she is a perfect ten. All about her is flawless: her body, her face, her mind, her soul. I could worship this girl, so pure she is.

“You didn’t tell me why you are here. Did you come to waste my time? Or are you here to invite me to one of your stupid events? I’m not interested, if that’s what you gonna ask.”

“Of course not, I’m here to see you. I missed you lately, and I had to see you again. But, if you’re willing to drink a glass with me and share some of your opinions on whatever you like, I would be glad to listen.”

“Persistent, persistent, persistent. I hate it and I hate you.” She murmurs these words but I can see it on her face she is not so against it. She feels lonely here, I’m sure. I, coming here today must be the best thing that happened to her in the last week. This place is empty all the time; she lives alone and doesn’t have too many friends. Anyone could go crazy in a situation like this. She needs me now more than ever, and she knows it to well. She must say one word and I’m dedicated to fill her time with wonderful experiences. All for her if she just let me in her life.

“Look here. Come in one week and maybe I will let you have a conversation with me on whatever I feel talking, okay?” I can barely hear it, so shy she acts now. A huge grin arises on my face, so happy to finally get through her defenses. Four years passed since I first tried and only today I finally took a step in the right direction.

“And drop the grin, idiot. Don’t make me change my mind.” I immediately go blank face, making her smile a little. I’m delighted to see her happy, it fills me up inside.

I leave her place walking up straight like I won one million dollars. I get home and take a shower. It’s cold but I still feel hot today, or maybe it’s just me.

Later in the day, I prepare a nice dinner for all the girls, trying of course to cheer them up as well. I can’t be the only one happy in this house. I need to level things up. None of them expected such a treat, but they were glad to devour my hard work.

After dinner, I spend some time at the laptop, watch a movie alone and then check some mails. Nothing to important. I fall asleep shortly after, tired of my full day.

I wake up with a knock on my door. Who the fuck is knocking at this hour. It’s not even six in the morning. I get up half naked and open the door. In front of me stands Zoe, still in her sleeping clothes and hair all messed up. She is 17, but in her state at the moment I can give her 14 at most. She looks like a baby in need of help.

“What is it, baby girl? Did you had a bad dream? Do you want to sleep with daddy?” I ask with a smirk on my face, looking down on her. I like when she is powerless in front of me. Zoe always acts high and mighty, but not today.

“I don’t feel well, I’m sick. Give me a hug,” she embraces me in an instant, holding me tight. “I’m skipping school,” she adds, head buried in my chest. I blink twice then pet her. She wants to stay home. Hmm…I don’t know about that, she seems fine to me. Let’s test her resolve.

“Sick you say? How come? You were fine last night…or maybe you’re too lazy to actually learn something today. What is it?”

“Like you learn anything at school. You yourself told me school is a waste of time. Now you backstab me, you idiot.” I let her slash out, all the negativity drip outside.

“And if I agree with your idea what will you do for me?” I attempt to force Zoe into doing something productive but I have little hope.

“Don’t go crazy, big brother. You are still young and I even younger. You stay on your lane and let me stay on mine. Thanks for you understanding. I will go back to bed. Buy me some medicine and make sure not to disturb me. If the school calls, tell them I’m free for the whole week. Bye.” She shuts me down in a second and leaves before I get to say anything. This girl, not giving an inch. I let it go; better for me, better for her. I sit down on the bed, wishing to fall back asleep but with no success. Fuck it. I go play some basketball. I know a nice place that is working all day long. It’s full at this hour already. That place is the best. I eat and take off. As expected, people are already playing. It’s only eight in the morning but they don’t care. They here to have fun and enjoy themselves, as do I intent to do. I change and go warm up. I fill a little slow today, a little off. Extra warming fixes that to some extent, and I roll on the court to play. Today I have some nubs in my team, but they are willing to put up a fight. They run and run and run like their life depended on it. I like that. It motivates me to do the same. We actually win in the end, but because of me of course. I was the star, as always I must add. It’s subtle but I can feel it. I feel the need inside me has filled a little. I glance at my phone to check the time. Not even twelve. I exhale in a loud manner and leave the court full of energy. I clench my hands in excitement, but not knowing what I’m excited about. I feel weird today, out of place. On my way back home I get a call from my big bro.

“Hey Sam, what’s good?” I ask flashing a grin. He breaks it fast, telling me what he called for. I get serious in an instant, knowing the gravity of what I have to say.

“Did Oliver tell you what happened? Did he give you the report?”

“Yes, but I wanted to hear some facts from you, if it’s okay?” I nod in response, him unable to see it of course, but he carries on without an answer. “I assume all loose ends were tied up, correct? I don’t what to handle business again, like in Mexico one year ago, right?”

“Sure, all was taken care off. Gerald was with us, so he made sure that all was perfect. You know his very cautious when it comes to things like this.” I talk about the dead bodies left behind from the shootings. In the end we had to kill all four of them. We disposed of their corpses and cleaned up the room. Alice doesn’t know about all this and I don’t plan to tell her. It’s better if she doesn’t know.

“I see. Good then, I hope this didn’t affect you at all.”

“Of course not. I’m too old for that. I’m not twenty anymore. I can hold my ground with no effort.”

“Good. Take care.” He hangs up, letting me breathe. I get home and take a nap. Around nine I sit down to watch a movie. I got my meal and drink and I take it slow. I need to relax. I’m in my room, all alone. One hour into the movie I hear a knock at the door. Hmm…I get up and barely walk toward the objective. I open it just to meet myself with little Lola, looking down at my feet. What can this be about, I ask myself. She steps inside the room not ever raising her head and slowly walks to my bed, finally to drop on it like dead weight. I stand amazed, not knowing what to do. I close the door behind me and sit next to her.

“Lola dear, what is it? What is the problem?” I gently ask her, my words soft to the ear. She comes closer to me, her hands warping around my back. Her hands are small, very aesthetic to the eye. She looks so lost, sitting here next to me, all sad and depressed. I can at least comfort her a little. I let her snuggle, feeling her warmth and her pulse. Her heart beats are pretty fast compared to mine. I try to ask her one more time what is bothering her so much but I get only the puppy eyes in response. It’s like she gone mute. Lola, who had the biggest mouth in the whole house, now just a little sheep. That night must have fucked her up real good. It’s even badder that Alice, who left me to take some personal time. I don’t even know what she was thinking when she left so in a hurry. We stand like this for a couple of minutes, either of us saying absolutely nothing. I like it actually. We can just sit here, silent, in each other’s presence, enjoying the peace and relax. Even so, some of us can’t keep our hands to ourselves. Lola moves one of her hands from my chest to my groin area. I let it slip, not moving or reacting. I close my eyes, but the moving does not stop. From there, Lola gets her hand inside my pants. Now this I can’t stand passive. I open my eyes and with them ask what she is doing. I open my mouth as well but swiftly she puts a finger on my lips. Her little delicate finger, touching my lip, turns me on. Even if Lola is the boy of the four girls, she in fact is the most feminine, most fragile. I exhale, not knowing what to do anymore. I should stop this but it feels too good. I want her, I want her touching me, I want to experience the person that is Lola. From the first time I saw her, all high and mighty as she acted, all willing to interact with me, I found that she was way more that I initially thought. Still, I must not go any further with this encounter. I have to hold my ground and not give in to temptation. My mind says one thing, my body another. As she touches my dick from inside my pants, I can shortly feel it fill with blood, growing. I try to stop her but she continues even more fervent. With her other hand she grabs me by the hair and pulls me toward her, kissing me. I pull back a little, but she joins me, not letting go of me. I can’t help it no more. I sink my fingers into her hair as well, silky and black. From her position, she moves on top of me, adding even more pressure to the situation. I can see from this point of view she has no bra or panties on. Her breasts are bigger than Alice’s, heavier to the touch. I grab one of them, caressing it to the best of my ability. Her nipples are rock hard, as well as her pussy is wet. She takes her top off, revealing her perfect body, flawless. I shift my hips, reversing the current positions. I get on top and add her on the bed. I slowly take her pants of, my eyes full with great gratitude. A goddess stands before me. She now knows how utterly attractive she is, consciously sending me signals. I can’t wait no more, but need to fill her inside. I whip my cock out, and place it at the entrance of her vagina. She grabs me by the hips and pulls me, telling me it’s all okay. I slip inside easily, her wetness letting me do so. Her muscles clench, squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I start trusting deep inside, harder and harder.