Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (28 page)

When my dressed was finally off me, I forgot to warn him that I didn’t have a bra on. The dress didn’t need me to wear one since it already had its built-in support.

Bass’s eyes became dilated and my nipples tightened at his scrutiny. “Bass? Can you hand me a shirt?”

He snapped out of funk and cleared his throat, mumbling an apology.

Once I was safe in the confines of the large cotton shirt, I slid inside his bed. I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep.

After five minutes of not hearing any commotion, I sat on the bed and found Bass sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Baffled, I got off the bed and moved towards him. “Hey, what’s upsetting you?”

Bass shook his head. “I don’t think it’s wise to sleep next to you. I don’t trust myself not to touch you any further with what little you have on.”

Well, I knew he wouldn’t have sex with unless I chose him–and only him, so it was irrelevant if he slept in the same bed with me or not. 

I tried to pull him up, but didn’t succeed. He stood up, held me and we fell on the bed together. He immediately nuzzled my neck in a ticklish way and I started laughing like a little kid.

That was all, and well, until his hand skimmed downwards, cupped my ass and squeezed it. I moaned when he softly bit my earlobe. HELL.

”Bass…no…”

His hands were drawing close inside my thighs. I wanted him to touch me so bad I felt like I was dying but I knew this couldn’t happen.

Not like this.

So, I took charge and rolled on top of him. “Let’s go to sleep. Playtime’s over.”

“The best and strongest attraction is unspoken…it’s that crazy chemistry where you don’t have to say a word.”

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Author Unknown

Bass nodded and got off the bed. He shifted his pants and from what I could see, he was hard. “I’m going to get us some water. I’ll be back.”

I dramatically sighed and let my back fall on the bed. If I thought my life was complicated before, I should think again. I looked over on the side table to check what time it was. Four-forty-five it said. I had to go see my parents before I go back to school.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bass strolled in with a glass of ice water and handed it to me. He looked mighty serious. I bet he’s thinking that I’m a major tease or something along the lines. Or maybe he’s thinking…nothing.

“Thanks.”

I downed half of the glass before Bass took it and placed it on his bedside table. Without taking off his clothes, he lied next to me, pulling me to his chest. I heard him huff out a long sigh again he started to stroke my hair. Since I didn’t know what to say, I kept my mouth shut…as did he.

After ten minutes or so, he shifted to lie on his side, facing my body. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me close to him. I could feel his heartbeat vibrating against my chest. I kissed his neck and left my lips and nose there, nicely tucked.

No words were spoken…but we knew what was going on.

It was goodbye.

We fell asleep like this, holding each other.

No words were needed.

I woke up after an hour later from the uncomfortable position that I was in. When I tried to move away, Bass’s arms immediately released me. He was clearly in a deep coma. After the kind of night we had, I wasn’t surprised.

I stared at his sleeping face and felt my heart lurch and constrict. I am one confused woman. Loving one man and lusting/caring for another. I wanted to touch his face and caress it. I wanted to kiss those full lips of his and feel it their soft warmth, but I didn’t. I didn’t need another reason to muddy my mind up even more.

Sliding off the bed, I strode towards the foot of the bed where my thong and dress lie abandoned. The once soaked thong was now dry and I was thankful because it would’ve been uncomfortable to wear and I clearly didn’t need another reminder what I’d been up to all night.

With another lingering glance from Bass, I left his room. Sure enough, my keys were on the foyer table. I was surprised to even see my clutch and shoes were there too. Didn’t I leave my purse and shoes outside next to Bass’s car last night? He probably went to go and fetch them before he came back upstairs with ice water last night.

Putting my shoes on, I silently left his house. I strode towards my car and slid inside. I thanked my lucky stars that Bass had one of those automatic gates that had sensors which only opened for outgoing cars.

Joining the traffic of 101 Freeway and to the 118 W, my thoughts were troubled. I still had about an hour and forty minutes, give or take, before I got to my parent’s house to sort out my brain.

After a little over of two hours, I finally arrived. I sighed with relief when I turned into my parent’s lemon tree-lined winding driveway. I parked on the opposite side of the house because I didn’t plan to stay long. With my keys in hand, I strolled towards the Spanish-styled home. It was eight-thirtyish and my parents would be up and about already.

I was greeted by the smell of pancakes and I followed the smell like a hypnotized person. My stomach growled, loudly.

“Hi, Mom, Dad and Aunt Gem,” I greeted the trio who were about to eat by the looks of it.

My parent’s face looked at me odd. What?

“Where did you come from? Why are you all dolled up?” My mom asked with a worried expression on her face.

Oh, that! I forgot I was dressed in my clothes from last night.

“Yeah, about that, that’s what I came here to talk about.” I did wear this get-up to meet with Martin last night, so it was connected.

“You look stunning, darling,” My aunt Gemma came over and gave me a quick hug and pulled me towards the table and made me sit. In an instant, she placed three pancakes, three strips of bacon and three sausages. I smirked. I seriously forgot she has a thing for threes. Yup, she does everything in threes. She said it brings good luck, but I’m not too sure about that. I think it was just a habit that was hard to break for her.

“Where’s baby Joey?” I asked and saw my parent’s strolled to join aunt Gemma and I in the table.

“He’s in school, dear,” Aunt Gem responded before she took a bite of her pancakes.

I knew my parents were extremely worried now when Dad sat to my right next and Mom 0n the left. The last time they did this was the time when Lewis blurted out that he was leaving to study at Harvard. My parents sat me down and told me that I didn’t have to follow my boyfriend just because he was studying in another state. The funny thing was I didn’t even consider it. Sure, I thought about it, why shouldn’t I? But I knew following with my first love wasn’t the answer to my future.

“Spill it now, Em, you’re killing us here when you don’t speak up.” Mom pressed her lips as she stared at me, waiting.

“I got offered to star in a movie by Martin Lombardo.”

“You’re to be an actress, Emma?” Aunt Gemma asked but with a big smile forming on her lips.

After a few silent moments, both mom and dad cackled like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. I looked at both of them, baffled. Okay…were they laughing at me? Did they think I was joking?

When they both finished, mom and dad wiped their eyes. Laughing tears, great.

Dad spoke first. “And here we were thinking you were going to tell us you were pregnant or something.” My dad pulled me close and kissed my head. “You’re going to do great, kiddo. How did you manage to nab this role? You didn’t mention you were planning to be an actress.”

“Well, I wasn’t. The role was handed to me on a silver platter and I couldn’t pass it up. I really do think this it for me…to be an actress, I mean.”

Mom squeezed me tight. “I’m so proud of you, kiddo. Now, what’s the storyline about? A Lombardo film you said? I bet it will easily get an Oscar, don’t you think so, honey?” She looked towards my father and he gave her a great smile.

Clearly, they were still so in love. It was gross and at the same time endearing to me. I have my mother’s striking blonde hair and blue eyes, but I have my dad’s personality. You could say I was a daddy’s girl while growing up. I suppose, I still am.

“It’s about a married woman who cheats on her husband. When the husband finds out, he beats his wife up. When her lover finds out and sees her bruised, cut-up body, he kills the husband. The lover straps the dead body on the hook of a speed boat and dumps him in the Atlantic Ocean where he’s fed to the sharks. 

It was much more than that but I gave them a quick summary. “Wow, that’s a pretty gritty story line.” Mom said as she took a quick sip of her coffee.

“Yes, it is but a bit on the erotic side too.” That…both got their attention again.

“What’s your role?” My dad inquired with a frown. I felt sorry already for him before I blurted out my answer.

“I’m to be Angela, the wife.”

My dad got up and started to pace. “You mean you’ll be naked? In a movie, where all of our friends and family can see you?
The rest of the world will see my baby naked?
”

My dad was starting to turn red. Thank God my mom stepped in. “Sit your ass down, Seth. We have to discuss this as a family,” Mom composed herself before she spoke again, after my dad went back to his seat and simmered like a little kid, “Emma, we understand that you want to become an actress, ever since you were little, you always loved to act and would make little plays for us with your Barbie’s. Don’t get
me wrong, I think this is a great opportunity for you, but at the same time, do you want to risk your self-preservation and morality for a film that will possibly pay you a hundred grand or so? Think long and hard, once this is filmed, it will be out there forever. Your kids will see it. Your children’s children will see it. It’s forever. Do you want to be haunted by that? ”

She has a point, but I am holding my ground. And besides, I already signed on the dotted line.

“I do get your point, Mom, trust me, I do. But this is what I want. For the past couple of years, I have been drifting along not knowing what I wanted to do in life. I didn’t think acting was possible for me–I hadn’t even thought about it since I graduated high school,  but now since this had practically landed in my lap, I will not deter from it. I want to do it. I already signed the contract last week and they’re not paying me a hundred grand Mom, they’re paying me five million dollars.”

“God help me! My daughter becomes a movie star and I can’t even brag it to my friends, let alone watch it,” My dad muttered under his breath. I really felt bad for dad.

I got up and hugged him from behind the chair. “I’m sorry Dad, but you have to understand. I want this. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

My mom leaned back and slightly shook her head like she was trying to digest everything I just spouted out at them. “Well, on the upside, at least we don’t have to worry about paying off her education or worrying if she could survive on her own if we die one day. Our daughter’s a millionaire and she’s not even twenty-one.”

My Aunt Gem got up and congratulated me, “You’re going to be a beautiful actress, Emma. You have a beautiful heart and a beautiful face.  The world is going to love you! I just know so.”

Although, I doubted that the
whole
world would like my acting or that they would all love me, but I thanked her all the same. What mattered was that she meant the words. Knowing that she just filed divorce from Uncle Brad, my aunt looked well and healthy. I guess it was for the best then.

“When do you start filming?” Dad inquired while he started to eat.

“May and it’s going to be filmed in Greece.”

“Good, then you still have time to prepare then,” Mom murmured.

“Yeah, enough time for my kiddo to think it through and back out of the movie,” My father added and he meant it too. Not happening, Dad.

Aunt Gem stepped in, “oh, stop it. This is a great thing for our little, Emma. Stop ruining her mood.”

When I glanced at the time and saw that it was about to hit ten, I decided to get moving.

“I have to go. I have class later this afternoon. I will call you guys soon, okay? I want to see little Joey, soon.” I grabbed my coffee and finished it in one gulp.