Plausibility (6 page)

Julius lay in his own bed right next to
hers, battling the same demons that Aquilla was fighting. He could not love Aquilla. It wasn’t right. There was no way for him to ever be with her. He had been fighting these feelings for years. He had watched her blossom into a beautiful young lady, which did nothing but reinforce his prohibited thoughts and feelings.

Unlike Aquilla
, he had always known that she wasn’t infected with the Chavez blood. None of his blood ran through her veins. Unlike her, he was old enough to remember her coming home with him and his father that day. He was seven years older than her, of course he knew. Romano would never admit to it, but he knew. His father had always hoped that if he preached it enough, that he would eventually believe that Aquilla was indeed his flesh and blood. Bullshit, that’s what it was, and he knew it. Anyone who looked at Aquilla could tell she didn’t belong to Romano any more than she belonged to Charlie Brown. Of course no one would ever challenge him on that concept. They would bow down and agree with whatever Mr. Chavez told them to believe.

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Aquilla didn’t want to face Julius at the breakfast table. She tried to get Hila to tell her father that she was ill. She ignored her tempered request, made her get out of bed, and dress for breakfast. She decided to hurry, wanting to be there before Julius. She didn’t make it. Her eyes landed right on his as he watched her take her seat. She tried not to notice, but she did. She couldn’t help it.

“Good morning,” her father spoke, standing from the table as she sat.

“Good morning,” she replied, moving her arms for coffee, trying to avoid Julius’s eyes. He didn’t care, he stared at her amused. Even after the couple of times that she had tried to give him a warning look to stop, he still stared.

“Father, may I hang out at Talin’s today?” she asked
, after awhile.

“No
, I need Julius and Valdez today, invite her here.”

“But she has someone coming to do our nails today,” she tried with no avail.

“He can come here too, I’m sure Mr. Rodrigues has had him checked out, he can do it here.”

No way was Phillip coming there. He didn’t really do their nails. She wanted to argue the whole being 18, you can’t tell me what to do issue, but refrained. It wouldn’t do any good. She would still be living under his roof when she was 30
, he’d see to it.

“Invite your friend here today
, you can go swimming,” her father said as he got up to answer his cellphone. He kissed her on top of the head and left them.

She crossed her arms and slumped in a pout.

“Sit up, are you okay?” Julius asked.

She knew that he was asking about the mind blowing orgasm he had pulled from her body, but feigned ignorance. It was the easiest way. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked, straightening her posture.

He snickered, got up, and walked behind her “I could take care of that bikini wax for you,” he whispered hot words to her ear.

“How do
you know about that?” she asked in a panting voice. Why the hell was she having such a hard time talking around him now? Why couldn’t she breathe all of a sudden?

“I had my hand down there, and I heard you on the phone talking about it one day,” he replied, moving her long strands of blonde
hair to her back. Jesus, her pussy just woke from the dead. “I like these two buttons opened,” he whispered to her neck with soft warm kisses, undoing the two buttons and brushing her nipple through the thin fabric.

He kissed her cheek and left her sitting with a pounding heart and a wet, throbbing core. He cursed himself as he walked away from her. He was
having an exceedingly hard time trying to stay the hell away from her and not touch her. What the fuck was he supposed to do with her?

Vennah and Talin hung out at the pool with Aquilla the biggest part of the day. She had lunch with her friends, played in the pool, flipped through magazines, and surfed for music to download on their not so smart phones. Vennah was the only one of the three that had free access to the internet. Her laptop was the only one that would do anything important. Aquilla’s and Talin’s were limited and pretty much worthless for any teenage girl.

She didn’t see her father or Julius again that day. They had been locked in her father’s office the entire day, planning a transport, she was sure. She
had overheard Julius telling him that he didn’t like it, and something bad was going to happen. She knew he was speaking of drugs. She’d known that they were involved with smuggling for years. Her father didn’t know that, of course. He still thought she was convinced that he was trading stocks. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew they didn’t live in a house like that, employ servants, and have the money that they had from trading stocks.

She went to her room after supper, chatted with her friends on the restricted secure chat, took a shower, and sat on her bed and played her flute.

Julius showered and opened the little vent, listening to her make beautiful music. She could play the most dramatic tunes, causing emotions that he didn’t know he even had to surface.

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Julius hadn’t touched her for over two weeks. He never mentioned their encounter at all. It was driving her crazy. It was driving him crazy. He was afraid to touch her. He wanted to fuck her, taste her, and slide his cock in her mouth. He had to stay away from her. He was afraid of what he would do to her.

Aquilla had a powerful persona about her. She came from power. She was raised that way. She was as rigid as her father and Julius. Romano made sure of it, but he couldn’t help but be turned on when he thought about her trembling body, her unsure posture, and the fear that surfaced that
night in the corridor. He instantly became hard when he let himself think about it. He fantasized about her submitting to him like the chattels did. Would she let him control her? The thought was overbearing.

Romano knocked on her door. She sat up from reading a romance novel, knowing that he was going to bitch about her clothes and the book.
He did.

“Why do you r
ead this stuff?” he asked, turning over the romance novel to read the cover. She wanted to tell him that was the only way she was ever going to find a man, but didn’t. She only shrugged her shoulders. “And why do you insist on dressing this way?” he asked, looking at her short shorts, and low cut V-neck shirt.

“I’m 18
, I’m suppose to dress this way,” she assured him.

“Where do you get them?” he asked.

“Vennah orders them for me from a catalogue,” she lied. She wasn’t about to tell him that Vennah had free access to the internet. He already didn’t like her hanging out with her.

He rolled his eyes and let it go. “I’m getting ready to head to Panama for a few days. I need Valdez with me, so you’re going to have to find something to do until I get back. Julius will be here
, working,” he said, moving her golden hair around her shoulder.

“Are you going to
be doing something dangerous?” she asked. She hated it when he left for business. She knew that it was dangerous and always worried that he wouldn’t come back.

“No
, just everyday business,” he assured her, lying. “I’ll be fine.”

“Can Vennah and Talin come here?” she asked.

“I’d rather them not, not until I get back. Julius is going to be pretty busy. He’s not going to have a lot of time to look after you.”

She knew what he was going to be busy doing. She didn’t like it. She had watched the three new girls come in through her window the night before. It also pissed her off that her father insisted that she have a constant babysitter.

“Make sure you do your art lesson on Tuesday,” he added, kissing her on the head and leaving her to her sappy romance novel.

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It was that night that she had her second encounter with Julius. It was the stupid book’s fault. She couldn’t read the graphic sex scene without needing relief. Unbeknownst to her, Julius watched her move the book to the side, lie back, and slide her fingers through her panties.

He watched on his knees while she pleased herself. Fuck.
Shit. He needed to see her face, but he couldn’t. He could only see her long pale legs and her fingers dancing in her silky panties. He pinched the head of his cock, trying to relieve the ache with the contact. He didn’t want to jack off. He wanted in-fucking-side of Aquilla. As soon as he heard the faint moan, he was off the bed before he had time to process what he was doing.

He didn’t knock. He burst in, wearing jeans, no shirt, and an excruciating
ly painful erection.

She sat straight up, removing her hand as fast as she could. She was so embarrassed. Julius did not just catch her masturbating. How mortified could she be? She couldn’t speak. No words would form in her brain, telling her mouth what to say. He didn’t speak either. He stood with a ravaging look, holding the doorknob.

“Can you fucking knock?” she was finally able to say. That was the only way she could talk to him. That’s what worked. She could tell him to fuck off and go to hell. That was easier for her than talking about this stupid shit searing between them that confused the fuck out of her.

He didn’t reply. He couldn’t speak either. He closed the door after what seemed like hours and walked to her. She couldn’t speak. She was so humiliated and her heart was going crazy, beating in her chest. Julius crushed her lips with his, wrapped his arms around her satin nightgown
, and devoured the taste of her freshly cleaned mouth.

She was glad he kissed her. It helped with the shameful feelings. He slid her nightgown up and
over her head, pulling back and glancing at her perky breasts with erect crimson nipples. She was mute, unable to think for herself. She moaned as his hot lips painfully took her nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue, causing electrifying sensations to radiate through her entire body.

She was suddenly scared shitless when he stood. She could see the head of his hard cock sticking out at least an inch in his jeans. Was he going to fuck her? She was sure that it wouldn’t fit. Fuck
, he was big.

He slid the matching panties over her hips. She lifted her body, letting him. What the fuck was she doing? What the fuck was he doing?

“Spread your legs,” he demanded in a low raspy tone, staring at her sex and not her eyes. She opened her knees, trembling from head to toe. He felt her quiver as much as he sensed it. He fucking loved it. That was his favorite part of training a new girl for his clients. He got off on dominating their scared, frightened bodies. It was ten times more intense coming from Aquilla.

He looked into her terrified eyes as he ran his fingers lightly from her ankle, up her leg
, and straight to her pussy. Fuck. Shit. Mother fucker. She was wet. She was so fucking wet. She shuddered at his touch, dropping her head to the pillow and closing her eyes.

“Always keep yo
ur eyes open, Quill,” he demanded. She opened them. Shit. What the fuck was he doing? He was fucking training her. This wasn’t some chattel, this was Aquilla.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, sliding his fingers through her silky slit.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

She looked at him. What did he want her to say?

“Yes, Julius,” he helped. Fuck. He was training her. He couldn’t stop. He needed to stop. He didn’t want her to feel inferior to him, but yet he did. It turned him on.

She pulled her foot up to her body and moved her knee out. Shit, she cocked her leg for him again. She wanted him inside of her. He wanted to feel her as much as she wanted to feel him, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get out of fucking training mode.

“Did I tell you to spread your legs?” he asked. FUCK. FUCK. F
UCK. Get a fucking grip, Julius!

Aquilla quickly shook her head and moved her foot back down. Her heart was going to explode. She was sure of it. She had never been so aroused in her life, but the frightened feeling that caused her heart to jump from her chest kept her at bay.

Julius’s finger danced lightly on her swollen little nub. He needed her open. He needed to see her fucking pussy as he touched her.

“Why did you spread yourself, Quill?” he asked as he watched his finger on her pussy. He couldn’t look at her. He was fucking controlling her. She would do anything he told her to do
, he was sure of it. Fuck, he needed to stop

She shrugged her shoulders. How the hell was she supposed to answer that? He saw her shrug without looking up.

“You need to answer me, Quill.”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Did you want to show me your pussy?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Fuck. He couldn’t take it. Her scared little body was fucking doing things to him that no chattel had ever done.

“Do you want to spread your legs for me?”

“Yes,” she moaned in that same shaky voice.

“Spread your legs, Quill,” he demanded, looking into her bright blue
, frightened eyes. Fuck, he shouldn’t have looked at her. He loved the fear. He fucking thrived on the fear. Fucking, mother fucker. This is Quill, he tried telling himself. It didn’t work.