by Alice Cooper
“Ciel!” I shrieked once he set me back on my feet. I couldn’t help but ogle over how he looked devilishly handsome when wet. He stared at me as he laughed and said “You look like a mad wet kitten.” I suddenly felt the familiar feeling of my vein throbbing on my head.
I was about to give him a piece of my mind and possibly show him the strength of my fists that’s until he pinned me to the wall of the shower. I had the strong urge to look down but I fought it. His nose traveled from the bottom of my neck and traveled upwards. I gasped out loud as his soft touch gave me goose bumps. His hands slid down my arms as they glided over parts of my body to stop at my waist. He didn’t even need to pin me to the wall, it seemed like I was glued to the wall.
“Francesca, I just can’t get enough of you.” His voice resonated from my neck, it felt like a chill.
His hands then moved upwards and started massaging the mounds on my chest. Was it me or was the shower getting too hot? Suddenly his mouth glided all the way down my body until he stopped at the edges of dress. He easily lifted my skirt up and pressed a kiss against my heated womanhood.
His sucking and kissing only made my body jerk. My hands quickly flew to his head where I gripped onto his hair and raised one leg to rest it on his shoulder. He then removed my panty as he continued. I moaned his name heavily as I pressed his face more into my womanhood. I felt nothing but a scorching desire running up and down my body making my legs weak.
It wasn’t too long when he sucked a certain spot I unexpectedly came which shook my body in surprise. His name was what I screamed out as my climax was at its highest. He stood back up to face me as he licked his lips and huskily said “You’re pussy is sweet, my Habanero.”
He abruptly wrapped his arms around my body, restraining my arms. He started kissing my neck making me squeal from the tickling sensation of the wound on his lips. He then whispered in my ear “How come you didn’t say I love you too?”
“If you don’t say it I won’t stop.” he threatened as he continued kissing my neck. After a few seconds of squealing from being tickled it suddenly turned into gasping moans. His fingers played with the zipper on the back of my wet dress. He gently bit on my neck which made me gasp out loud as I pushed him away. It was like my body couldn’t get enough of him.
“I love you, alright? Happy?” I snapped as I got out of the shower and grabbed his towel. He smirked as he leaned on the wall inside the shower.
“I expected something more romantic since you’ve read the Pride and Prejudice.” he said.
“Well, sorry to disappoint you.” I said but I wasn’t really that sorry. I didn’t lie when I said I love you but I would have preferred it if he wore clothes when I said it. I’ve never uttered those words to other people other than my family and two best friends.
“I’m not disappointed at all. I love you too Habanero.” he said. His smirk still not disappearing. I froze as I felt my face turn absolutely red. I then briskly walked out of the bathroom as I slammed the door shut.
I could hear Ciel laughing in the bathroom.
I shook my head as I walked away, wrapping myself with his towel. I couldn’t help as a smile started growing on my face and the only person I was thinking about was a smirking Ciel.
Chapter Fourteen
Ciel
Fran ended up spending the night and all I can say is that it was pure bliss to have her sleeping in my arms. What wasn’t pleasant was waking up to a burning smell and an empty bed. I bolted up in my bed as I searched for Fran, the worse situation played in my mind. Maybe Fran was on fire or trapped somewhere with fire either one sent my heart panicking.
The blanket got tangled with my legs so when I tried running out of my bedroom I fell face first to the ground. I groaned in pain as I pushed myself up and rushed out of the room. I expected my living room to be up in flames with a Fran in the middle shouting out for help instead I saw a panicking Fran in the kitchen. She seemed to be cooking, trying to cook at least.
Black smoke was coming out from one of the pans as burnt toast sat in the toaster. Her eyes were wide with fear as they darted all over the kitchen, she grabbed her hair in frustration. “Why is this so hard?” I heard her whisper.
I slowly walked towards the kitchen with a smirk on my face. She didn’t notice my presence so I cleared my throat. She gave a small shriek as she jumped and dropped the lid of one of the pots.
“Good morning Ciel.” she stuttered. I leaned on the counter and replied “Good morning Fran. May I ask what on earth are you doing?”
“Uhh…” she uttered as a cute blush covered her face. I smirked even more at how flustered she was getting. It would’ve been nice to see her cooking with just an apron on.
Once she noticed my smirk her cute blush quickly faded and was replaced with her infamous frown. She grabbed a spatula as she pointed it at me as if it was a deadly weapon.
“Don’t you dare make fun of me, I’ll burn you as well if that’s the case. If you haven’t noticed I’m actually cooking beef stew.” she announced proudly. I walked around the counter and peeked into the pot to see what seemed to be a lump of beef stew, I swear it had an evil aura to it.
“I’d understand if you don’t want to eat the breakfast I cooked.” she said. Knowing that Fran cooked something for me was enough for me. I shook my head as I started serving us each of her beef stew. “You don’t really have to eat it. I’m not much of a cook so I can tell that eating that would be bad for your health.” she explained.
“Nonsense! I’m eating it because you cooked it.” I said. I love that when I say something and she would blush. It made her look sexy. Her cooking might be not that pretty but one thing I did notice was the coffee in our cups looked absolutely delicious.
“If you’re not much of a cook then how did you manage with Fancy Cups?” I asked.
“I can bake and make a mean cup of coffee. I usually leave the cooking to either Angela or Stephen. They’ve been working for me since we opened.” she said.
“I know.” I said as I sent her a wink. We sat at the counter with the lump of beef stew, burnt toast, and a cup of beautiful coffee. She stared at her stew then glanced at her toast. She bowed her head and groaned “I’m such a failure at being a female.”
I chuckled as I shook my head. I turned her seat so she was facing me since she sat next to me. I leaned towards her so our nose were touching. “You’re definitely not a failure.” I said as I caressed her chin. “You’re just skilled in some other areas where some other women aren’t. We all are unique.”
I was about to devour her lips until the front door slammed open. Fran jumped out of her seat making sure there was distance between us as I turned around, completely annoyed with whoever interrupted our moment.
“Ciel, you don’t look too bad this time.” Ezra commented on my fighting injuries. “Can’t say the same thing about you.” I snapped at him.
“Good morning Ms. Blake.” Ezra greeted Fran as he eyed the shirt and sweatpants that she was wearing, obviously they were mine. She’s also mine. So it’s not a big deal.
“Good morning Ezra. Please call me Fran or Francesca.” she said.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your morning but I have some business with Ciel.” he explained his abrupt visit. I got up from my seat as I stood in front of Ezra.
“What?” I asked in an unfriendly manner.
“I’m going to France this Sunday. Mom and dad suggested to take you with me.” Ezra said.
“How long?” I asked.
“Half a year.” he answered. My eyes flicked over to Fran who looked worried. I smirked as I close my eyes. She should have more faith in me. I just promised her that I’d protect her so there was no way in hell I would leave her.
“Sorry brother but this time I’ll pass.” I told him. My brother frowned at me and said “They won’t be happy about this.”
“Since when have they ever been happy about my decisions?” I asked him as I sat down at the counter and slowly dug in
to the lump of beef stew. I could feel Fran’s eyes on me as I took my first bite. The stew had an overwhelming flavor of burnt beef, at first it was alright that’s until the taste started making me cough.
I gave out a violent cough as I felt a hand hitting my back for support. I looked up to see a worried Fran. “I told you we shouldn’t be eating this. It’s bad for our health… For all we know it could be poison.” she said.
“What the hell are you eating?” Ezra suddenly asked as he stared at our plates in confusion. I frowned at Ezra who wasn’t leaving yet. “Go home Ezra. My decision is final. I’m not going to France.” I told him.
“They won’t be happy about this.” he said once more then he turned towards Fran and said “Take care of him Ms. Bla… I mean Francesca.” I saw Fran gave him a nod and it made me happy that she agreed to take care of me. Ezra gave me another frown before exiting my apartment.
Silence enveloped the room. I was about to take another bite of the stew until Fran smacked the spoon out of my hands, it clattered on the ground. “Don’t you dare eat more of that or else we might end up in the emergency room.” she said with that cute frown upon her face.
I grinned at her and offered “Would you prefer to cook something else?” Her whole body tensed at the suggestion. She hastily shook her head and said “No, I’ll leave the cooking to you for now on. You can leave the drinks to me.”
“So that means we’ll have more mornings like this?” I asked. Her whole face instantly turned red. Just seeing her like that excites me in so many ways. It’s hard to always fight the urge to be near her. I craved the simplest of touch from her, it could be the brush of her shoulder or the touch of her fingers just to make my body burn with desire. Only she could stop my horrible decision making and bring me to my knees with just a touch.
Fran avoided eye contact as she sat back down in her chair as she took a sip of her coffee. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that I’m actually dating Fran and that she’s inside my apartment. I’ve always thought that she was something that’s too good for me that I could never have her.
Yet here she was. All mine.
I walked up behind Fran who was concentrated on her drink that she didn’t notice me. I leaned forward as I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my chest to her back. I buried my head in her beautiful red hair wanting to drown in nothing but the scent of strawberries.
Zen was right, I am whipped. I bet my parents and Ezra are laughing how a young girl can bring the Ciel Storm to his knees. I was notorious in the Storm family for rebelling against my parent’s wishes and breaking away from family tradition.
Following my own path has led me to Francesca, my Habanero.
“I love you.” I mumbled into her hair. I didn’t expect an answer back, knowing her she’d probably scowl or blush. That’s until I heard her small voice softly spoke “I… love you… too.” I could sense that she wasn’t sure if she should say it out loud. I’m just glad that she did.
I scooped her up into my arms catching her off guard. Out of happiness I spun her around the open area making her squeal in delight. She laughed as I kept spinning her round and round. Her laugh was the absolutely most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
I knew that I wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of my life.
Chapter Fifteen
Francesca
Who would’ve known that I could get distracted by some man that I couldn’t focus on the book I was reading. Mr. Darcy sweeps me off my feet but it’s annoying that every time I thought of Mr. Darcy, Ciel’s face would pop into my head.
Sure, Ciel was someone who wasn’t perfect. He’s completely flawed. But I don’t know if I love his flaws as well or love is truly blind. I shook my head furiously as I slammed it on the table where my book was.
“Someone has it bad.” Angela pointed out. It’s been two days since I rescued Ciel from his so called “hobby”. We haven’t seen each other and to say it didn’t bother me was a lie. I missed him. It annoyed the hell out of me how after dating for less than a month I could feel this immense emotion for him.
“Shut up.” I mumbled into my book. Angela laughed as she sat in front of me. Business today was a bit slow. “It’s funny how you were so against dating back then and now you’re dating someone who you claimed that you hated. Now I can see that you’re head over heels for this person.” Angela said.
I lifted my head from the table and glared as hard as I can at her.
“Remember Angie, the more you hate the more you love.” Stephen said as he casually walked over to us. “What does that even mean?” I asked.
“It means when you said that you hated Ciel you actually were in love with him.” Angela answered for Stephen. “Not to mention, she slept with him on the first date.” Stephen pointed out which made me turn red. Angela smiled as she added “And she said she didn’t have any needs.”
How did these two became my best friends?
Before anyone could utter another word the bell at the entrance rung which means we have a customer. All three of us smiled as we glanced at the entrance, my heart raced in hopes it would be Ciel. Sadly, it wasn’t.
“Welcome sir to Fancy Cups!” Angela greeted as she walked over to the counter to take his order. Stephen on the other hand elbowed me as he said “Don’t look too glum Fran. He will come.” As he gave me a wink. I frowned at him and asked “What makes you think I’m waiting for Ciel?”
Stephen chuckled and said “Who says it was Ciel?” He then walked off towards the counter as well. I could admit that I love Ciel, I’ve known him for almost a year but it seems like we’ve known each other forever.
I laid my head back on the table and sighed to myself. What happened to Mr. Darcy was the only man I needed in my life?
I guess you can’t really choose who you fall in love with.
Suddenly I heard someone sat in the chair in front of me, thinking it was either Stephen or Angela I didn’t raise my head. “What’s a beautiful girl like you sulking around?” an unfamiliar voice asked me.
I raised my head to see some brown headed guy who looked like he just got off from work. He was a looker that’s for sure but he’s nothing compared to Ciel. I mentally groaned as I realized that I no longer compare men to Mr. Darcy instead I compare them to Ciel. I’m starting to realize that Ciel is my personal Mr. Darcy.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to set that kind of mood here.” I said as I gave him a friendly smile. “That’s way much better. You have a gorgeous smile it would be a shame to not let it grace your face every day.” he said.
I felt uncomfortable as soon as he placed a hand on the table as he slowly inched towards my hand that was also on the table.
“How about you come on a date with me?” he asked as he winked at me. The wink was enough to make my head throb in annoyance. As I tried to calm down the growing headache I suddenly felt his hand touch mine. I snatched my hand away like he was poison or something.
“I’m sorry but I’m already seeing somebody.” I told him but it’s as if my words went through one ear and out the other. He had a smirk on his face and his eyes seemed to stare right through me. His smirk seemed discomforting or maybe it’s just I’m used to Ciel’s smirk only.
“It’s alright. He doesn’t need to know.” he said as he started leaning forward. Okay, now this guy was seriously getting on my nerves. I stood up from the table and said as kindly as I could “No thank you sir. I do hope you enjoy your stay here at Fancy Cups.”
Before I could create more distance between me and the creepy flirty guy grabbed my wrist. “I’m sorry if I come out too strong but it’s just that your beauty caught my attention and I can’t help myself but get to know you.” he said. I knew he was being kind but I already told him no.
Before I could tell him no once more the bell at the entrance rang and as I turned my head I saw Ciel. My heart felt as it just jumped out of my chest and did backflips. I was happy for a second until the man who held my wrist gave a gentle squee
ze. I saw Ciel’s eyes dangerously took in the situation.
“Maybe we can go see a movie or someplace quiet.” the guy who held my wrist spoke up. I could see that Ciel was pissed off at the guy but no one was more pissed than me. Before I lose my temper or Ciel goes to beat up the guy, I quickly shrugged the man’s hold on me and faced him giving him one of deadliest glares.
“Kind sir, please keep your hands to yourself. Do not touch me. I kindly told you that I’m currently seeing someone so I would greatly appreciate it if you would respect that. Now again, I hope you enjoy your stay.” I tried my best not to growl. I couldn’t exactly unleash my fire at him since he was a customer of mine.
Instead of waiting for his answer I stormed over to the employee lounge and slammed the door shut. I went over to the farthest wall and started punching it as if it was a punching bag. I was totally pissed off that I wanted to bite that man’s head off.
“Stupid man.” I hissed through punches. I was so consumed in my anger that I didn’t notice someone entering the room. Before I could land another punch on the wall somebody caught my fist. My head snapped up only to instantly calm down at the sight of Ciel.
“Whoa Habanero! Don’t punch the wall too hard or you’ll damage your knuckles.” he softly said as he gave a tender kiss to my fists. I didn’t even notice the throbbing pain in my knuckles until he gave it a kiss. I tried wiggling my fingers but notice they were a bit stiff.
“See, you should be more careful next time. Maybe you can punch a pillow or a stuffed toy.” he suggested. Did he think I was weak?
“Next time I’ll punch you.” I snapped and his reaction was only a soft chuckle. “I’m okay with that as long as you don’t get hurt in the process.” he said. I couldn’t help but blush. It’s funny how easy Ciel makes me blush but when it’s another guy I would find it repulsive.