Britah
He takes us to the restaurant, where he orders ice cream for Lenah and I, then coffee for himself. Coffee addict... As we have our orders, Lenah says, "Britah, how do you find the ice cream?"
"It's nice..." I reply.
"I think so too. Britah, we're going to watch a movie, and go to the arcade, and then the park. "
"Sounds like fun to me. So it means that if we want to get this all done, we'll have to finish the ice cream very fast... Am I right?" I ask with a smile and she nods.
I can't eat comfortably knowing that a certain 'Lenah's dad' is glaring at me. It's so disrespectful, and what's even worse is that my discomfort makes him smirk. He must be doing so just to annoy me. I'm still mad at him for what happened between us earlier on, and I'm only grateful to my self control that won't let me snap at him.
As we proceed to the movies, Mr Vitale holds Lenah's hand. Lenah looks up at me and says, "Hold my hand too, Britah."
" Okay." I reply and take her hand in mine. Hold up! We kinda look like a.... No way! I think. It's like we're a family. Lenah, me and...her dad. Ha! In his dreams...
Rider
I shouldn't have come here at all. Why did Lenah insist? I can't stand this girl, but for some reason, my eyes keep travelling to her direction. Why is she so pretty? I hate that I feel possessive towards her, and that the greater side of me feels that way about her.
No matter how much I try to brush it off, the fact is that I got furious at the sight of her and that attendant, the way he looked at her, flirted with her and found all possible excuses to touch her. I'm not supposed to care at all. I went a little overboard with Britah, but I don't regret anything I said. Not the warning, and most certainly not that comment. She is mouthwatering. Seriously. But that doesn't mean I like her or something.
I'm not one to enjoy movies, but for my daughter, I can be just that. The movie is not supposed to be emotional if you ask me. I mean, we're literally watching The Lion King, the movie. For someone that watched the cartoon as a child,I don't get why Britah feels the need to cry during the movie. The story is the same, and I know it can't be her first time seeing it.
Lenah is so concentrated on the movie and not crying. So it makes me come to the conclusion that this woman is too sensitive and emotional. In a stupid way! Though, seeing her like this makes me want to go and maybe be her shoulder to cry on or something... Shut up, Rider Vitale!
But I could also watch her from my seat like she's the movie. The second option works better.
After the movie, Britah quickly pulls herself together and says to Lenah, "It was a nice movie."
"Yeah. Way better than the cartoon." Lenah replies.
As we walk out, Lenah asks me,"How was the movie, Dad? "
I look at her, then at Britah, who also looks at me. "It was so good." I say. "Though I don't think crying was a necessity."
Britah looks at me, as though she feels attacked. Her expression makes me chuckle, then stare at her when she laughs at something my daughter says.
"I like your laughter." I say, knowing she'll keep quiet immediately. And once she does, I smirk out of victory. She can make a good toy if I'm not mistaken. Now I'm just being a jerk..
We go to the arcade next. It reminds me of my young self. I really loved gaming and was good at it.... Unfortunately I stopped gaming after my best friend died. It all lost meaning, since it did nothing but remind me of his death.
Lenah invites me to play with her. She's good at car racing, but I'm better. Anyway, I play and get so into it, but obviously, I let her win. I win her in the combat game, which is not an issue to her at all. She simply says, "Dad, Britah can beat you at this game."
"What?" I ask. Britah looks at her in shock.
"What are you saying?" she asks.
"Yes you can. I feel so." Lenah says.
"But -"
"She can't beat me." I interrupt. "She doesn't even have the guts to play me, right?" I ask. I'm technically looking for a nerve to hit, and I've got it. She looks at me and says,
"How dare you?" Britah asks like I spoke something blasphemous.
"It's the truth. You don't want to play, because you're scared I'll beat you."
She looks at me for some time and crosses her arms against her chest. And yes, I unconsciously look at her. "You know what? Fine. I'm gonna beat you. Let's play." she says and takes her seat.
I do the same and Lenah starts us. The fight starts, and we appear to have the same energy in the game. However, when I beat her in the first round, she glares at me and shakes her head. She goes crazily competitive, and starts to win. I unconsciously turn my head and look at her when she laughs as her character hits me, and that's when she defeats me in the second round.
"What? Mr Vitale -"
"No more discussions will be made on this topic, okay?" I dictate. She looks at me in disbelief and leans back.
She crosses her legs and plants her elbow on her thigh,then rests her chin on her hand. "Why are you like this?" she asks. I look at her and shake my head. I don't want to look at her any longer, else I'll get tempted to check her out. Again.
"I expected that. " she says. "Anyways, here comes Lenah. " she adds with a smile. Why does she love my daughter?
"You're back." Britah smiles.
"Yes....I got tired. Can we go home now?" Lenah says.
"Sure. Let's go." I say and we go to the car. I start the car, and since there's no conversation whatsoever, I notice later on that Lenah has fallen asleep. When I pull over to get the blanket and cover her up, I find Britah asleep too, with her head leaning against the window.
Her eyelids don't fully cover her big eyes, so they're slightly open, her thick eyelashes contrasting with her smooth olive skin. Her hair partially covers her face and fragile neck. Her lips are slightly parted, almost invitingly. Fuck..if I keep taking everything about her as sexual temptation, I'm going to go crazy. But that still doesn't stop me from staring at her hourglass frame and acknowledging how small she actually is compared to me.
Shaking off the unwelcome lust infested thoughts, I get my jacket and cover her, then use the blanket for Lenah. I drive straight home.
On reaching, Lenah gets to her room, and Britah is guided to the guestroom by Miss Rosa after so much unnecessary resistance.
We have dinner, and as everyone goes to sleep, I freshen up and go to the living room with my laptop to work.My work is really important, so I always make time for it. I finish up within an hour, then ask my assistant for the week's programme. Just after I close my laptop, I hear footsteps coming from the staircase. Looking there, I see Britah.
Fuck me. Firstly, I don't remember giving her the permission to go to my room, but she found my room, took out one of my shirts and wore it. And fucking looks like a sin I'd wholeheartedly commit and not seek deliverance. Secondly, why is she even walking around at night?
She looks so sexy in my shirt.It covers her arms fully, and falls upon her body, her curves causing the shirt to end halfway her thighs. Her hair looks damp,and the look on her face when she sees me is priceless. Her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise. She immediately tries to pull the shirt downwards, but it doesn't work. She then turns around to leave, but I unconsciously stop her.
"Stop there, Britah Laleramo." I demand. She turns and faces me. I go to her and study her one last time. "Why are you roaming around at this time?" I ask.
I guess she finds me intimidating or something, because she's shaking. "I...I c-came downstairs..to get water." She stutters, looking at the ground. Why wouldn't she? After all, she's the one in the wrong here.
"Look at me when you're talking to me." I say. When she looks at me, I ask,"You decided to put my shirt on?"
"N- no, Mr Vitale, it's not like that. See I didn't have what to wear,and I forgot my dress in your car, and I had no option. I'm really sorry I took it without asking." She says.
Before I can speak, she continues chattering, and this only makes me stare at her lips, like really stare at them in silence, trying to control my urge to kiss her rosy lips.
Without thinking, I grab her by the arm, silencing her by crashing my lips onto hers. I know it's wrong, but I don't want to stop. And she makes it hard for me to stop when she melts into the kiss, moving her hands up to my neck. I grip her waist, pulling her closer to me. The way she lets me take control makes me feel it's her first time. Just wishful thinking for no good reason.
I stop and look at her, tracing her lower lip with my thumb. Her eyes portray awe. I look into her eyes and kiss her lips again, and this time as she kisses me back, I lose it completely. Overflowing with lust, I make a risky move to unbutton the shirt.
In an instant, Britah gasps in shock, slaps me across the face and pushes me away from her."What the hell?" I ask, feeling annoyed. How dare she?
"What was that? Mr Vitale how dare you? Listen, I'm not some whore you can just do something like that to. I'm not that kind of girl. And the sooner you get it, the better it will be for the both of us." she says shakily. "I never expected this from you." she says and hurries upstairs to the guestroom.
How dare she? How dare she do that? Never in my entire life have I been humiliated like this! The audacity of this woman! I stand there for some time, trying to not lose my temper. Effective tomorrow morning, I don't want to see her face or hear her name, ever. I decide that she must leave as soon as possible.
~
In the morning, Lenah gets ready for school and I drop her along with Britah. As I leave after dropping the latter, I tell her, "This was your last time seeing Lenah. Never should I find you with her, and neither should I see you looking in her direction. If you do the contrary of this, you'll regret ever crossing paths with me, Britah Laleramo."
She looks at me in disbelief, but before she can speak, I warn,"Don't try to act smart with me.You'll regret it." And with that, I get into my car and go to work.