C of Cinderella

by Kris Buendía

  A darn dark al ey.

  “Someone... Someone was following me.”

  I can hardly speak without my voice trembling.

  Gideon looks behind me and frowns. He stil holds me to his chest and I did not expect that.

  «The crazy coffee girl» he called me the last time I saw him.

  “I do not see anyone.”

  The harsh reality hits me hard to feel that aroma that intoxicates me. I push him away from me and he is surprised at my abrupt reaction.

  I know he is confused. His eyes tell me. He does not know how to differentiate between if I am the crazy coffee girl or the woman he met at his party.

  When I want to run out of his presence, he stops me again. But this time without hurting me. It is when the sparks appear. Damn them al . I do not want to feel them. I want to cry and I do not know if it is because of what he provokes in me.

  I will not al ow myself to be humiliated again.

  I try to take his hand off my arm but it is useless, he does not want to let me go.

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  His eyes. His look is the same with which he looked at me that night. But today he is not drunk. It is himself. For the first time he is looking at me sober in a way that I can not describe.

  “I...”

  He draws me to him and kisses me unceasingly.

  He kisses me with hunger. With anger and desire to get in my skin. This man can play with my mind and my heart when he feels like it. His obsession with me makes him do things that I know he is not used to doing. And his darkness struggles not to fade.

  My hands come alive hugging his waist and my mouth welcomes his kiss. I should be hitting him.

  I interrupt our kiss to make him look at me. The taste of his saliva is pure and intoxicating even though there is not a single drop of alcohol in it.

  “El a.” He pronounces my name with gal antry.

  “I knew it was you.”

  Now is my turn. I wish that that straight line of his mouth was a smile. But it is not, I do not know when it does. The only I can do is one thing.

  The palm of my hand goes directly to his cheek and hardly move him. Gideon closes his eyes and the veins of his neck swel . He can not come and kiss me in the dark and guess who I am. The real me, and then expect me to do nothing.

  “I deserve it.” His cheek has begun to turn pink. I do not care and when I want to hit him again, he stops my hand in the air.

  My eyes become watery and I see him blurry. I do not want to cry. For playing with my mind. For saving me and being here just when I needed him.

  I hate him.

  I hate him for not wanting him to leave and to kiss me again.

  “I hate you, Gideon.”

  Instead of getting angry or yel ing at me like he did last time, he does something better.

  He hugs me.

  He hugs me hard and I sink my face into his hard chest, inhaling his scent as if my life depended on it.

  “I was an idiot, please forgive me.”

  “No, you were not an idiot. You are something worse.”

  His embrace calms my crying. Now I know what comes. He will take me by the hand and take me to his car.

  But when he releases me, puts his hand into the pocket of his jacket, he confuses me. When I see that he opens his hand and reveals what has there, my reaction it is a girl’s.

  A silver with bracelet with a heel shoe charm. By reflex I look at the bracelet that my parents gave me, remembering that it is exactly the same bracelet I wear. In fact, it is The bracelet.

  “My parents gave me this bracelet with that charm.” I stroke the cord on my wrist. “I thought I had lost it.”

  “It was in my house.” He explains me placing the bracelet on my wrist, near the scar that I have there, he caresses it without wanting to and I know that he wants to know what happened to me. “I could not resist sending it to fix it, mow you won't loose it... Cinderella.

  “I hurt myself playing when I was little.” I lie.

  “Sorry.”

  I start crying like an idiot. He maybe does not understand, but this is something important for me.

  “Look at you. You are not so bad after al .

  Thanks, Gideon.”

  I know he wil not ask me to stay with him. This is already quite strange that I can barely digest. His mood changes can confuse me if I al ow it, as wel as fal .

  “Can I take you home?”

  “No.” My refusal makes him look defeated. “I want you to take me to your house.”

  My heart beats very fast. Gideon is kissing me with a lot of hunger and need of me. I was brave when I asked him to bring me to his house. But now that I am here, I feel fragile and shy.

  I do not want to think about anything other than tonight. He asked me for one night and that is what I will be giving to him. But even though I am going to want more of him, I know he wil not give it to me and I have accepted it.

  I have agreed to take this with me with my head held aloft but with my heart broken. I am letting him in where I have never let someone and it does not scare me. I have never been afraid of falling in love and it is not like it is going to happen right away. But if he keeps looking at me the way he does, kissing me the way he kisses me, there will be no turning back.

  I will have a broken heart.

  And it will be a privilege for me to start all the things that I imagined, which are certainly better in real life than in my mind.

  “You are so beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my neck. My white shirt comes out over my head and I am only in my bra.

  “Gideon...”

  I have to tell him. Before... Shit. I am so ablaze that now I am the one looking for taking off his shirt. I strip their buttons jumping over my breasts, I do not care. He can buy more.

  “Calm down.” He looks again for my lips and I touch his bare chest. Has tattoos all over his chest and on one of his arms. I would take the time to see them wel , but it is enough for me to know that what I imagined was true.

  His chest is covered with hair. Enough to make him look damn hot.

  “Do not move.” He orders Me.

  He starts kissing my breasts and releases my bra. Leaving them exposed for him. My nipples hurt and he has not even touched them enough. He continues downhill until he reach my jeans and he slowly lowers them to the bottom of my feet. Now I am in panties and he kneels in front of me only with only his naked torso.

  “You are beautiful.”

  “You have already said that. I thought you did not like to repeat yourself.” I tease him and I can see that the corner of his lips moves a little, similar to a smile.

  “I would like to see you smile some day, Gideon.”

  He wrinkles his brow at my request. I am weird, he should know. Or in his own words "A different woman".

  “I like you more.”

  He tangled his fingers in my panties and snapped them open. Making me shudder. Now I am not the only one who is thirsty. So thirsty.

  He throws me to the bed abruptly but without hurting me and that causes me more excitement. Even I did not know I liked it that way.

  In front of me, serious and without blinking, begins to lower his pants along with his underwear and his erection jumps free. A thick, long erection that is already wet and throbbing in front of me.

  I am drooling.

  “Lay down.”

  His demand resents me.However, I left myself fal on my back and now I see the ceiling of his room. The bed sinks at my feet and he begins to kiss from my fingers until he reaches my legs, going through my ankles and burying his face inside my thighs.

  “God, Gideon!”

  “I told you that I have not tasted everything and right now I will. Every part of you, Ella...

  Every inch.

  It is fine by me. It feels so good. And a chil seizes my whole body when he runs his tongue through my sex. My legs want to close but he holds them tight that I can not even move. I curve my back and cling to the sheet under me.

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bsp; “I want to hear you, Ella.”

  I put my hands to my mouth. I do not want him to listen to me. I am ashamed. That makes him angry and devours me more down there.

  Lick, suck everything I have for him. Everything he causes in me.

  I can only take one of my hands to his hair and pull it. And at the same time everything revolves around me. When I can not anymore, Gideon passes his tongue so softly that I explode. I burst and moan in my hand his name.

  Now I have him over me. He takes my hand from my mouth and kisses me, I immediately feel my taste and I really like how it tastes in his mouth.

  “You can not always resist, Ella.”

  I wish he knew.

  But I do not have the energy to tell him. He moves over me and opens my legs with his.

  “Do me the honour to being able to hear you scream.”

  His hard erection is looking for me and I feel it when he starts to push inside.

  I tense up.

  “You are so close, Ella. Fuck, you feel so good.”

  I know he wil notice and meanwhile I cling to his body and block al kinds of thoughts.

  “Gideon…”

  I close my eyes and bite his shoulder to drown my moans. The fight to enter is locked in a logical word…

  “Ella.” He stops for a moment. “Don't tel me that… Fuck!” Groan entering slowly into me again. “It is your…”

  “Please.” I Pray moaning and raise my hip to give him more access inside me. “Oh, Gideon…”

  “Jesus Christ, Ella.” He says when he manages to enter completely and I begin to move towards him, feeling all kinds of things, good things, pleasant things and zero guilt to being with him for the first time.

  It must be crazy, but I am sure of what I want and I want him. My body surrendered and chose him, although my mind wants to betray me thinking that I do not even know this man to have chosen him as my first time.

  His attacks intensify and he is absolutely right. I could not take it anymore to resist the urge to shout his name. The urge to kiss his beard, his mouth, his cheeks and his chest.

  “Look at me.” He ask me hoarsely and I refuse to do it. “Opens your eyes, Ella. Look at me.”

  When I open my eyes, I see the colour of his. My mouth is half open and my face is soaked with tears of satisfaction.

  I like the expression on his face. It is like trying to fight with yourself.

  Then I hear him moan too. It is the most pleasant thing I ever thought it was and the best part is that we are both provoking it.

  “I can not… anymore, Gideon.” My legs surround his hip and he gets up a little more to hold them firmly on his shoulders.

  It is when I scream his name and he grunts in gratitude.

  “Fuck!”

  He push inside me once more and falls into my chest, I want to hug him and caress his hair. But I do not have the strength to do it.

  I just had sex with him, my night is over.

  I force myself to open my eyes. I do not know how many minutes have passed and Gideon is now by my side face down, sleeping.

  Slowly I sit up and when I am about to get out of bed, Gideon’s hand stops me and makes me fal back to his side. This time I can not read what his look says.

  “Where do you think you are going?”

  “To the bathroom.” Say timidly.

  He thinks it twice and lets go of my hand.

  Now it is him who gets out of bed and surrounds it, while I admire the views. He is more muscular than I thought and looks great after having sex. He stops in front of me and takes me out of bed in his arms.

  “What are you doing?” I cling to his neck as if he could let me fal .

  “I am going to clean you up.”

  I look at the bed above his neck and I want to die. There are pink spots on my side of the bed. I swear he is going to kill me.

  “Gideon, I can do it alone.”

  “You better obey me.” He threatens. “Right now I am angry.”

  Angry?

  We enter into the bathroom and places me inside the bathtub very carefully. He open the tap and makes sure the temperature is perfect for me. Right now he does not look at me in the face and I am like a fool who has nothing to say, rather than obeying him.

  He takes a soft sponge and liquid soap that I can already feel that smells wonderfully and begins to rub my body. He is so confusing. He said he was angry but now he is here, giving me a bath as if I were his girl.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  He stops and looks at me in the face.

  “I am angry with myself.”

  “Why?”

  At the time of asking the question he drops the sponge and takes my face to kiss me. I kiss him too and when I place my hands on his chest, he pul s away and leave me alone.

  When I hear the door close in one fel swoop, I know our conversation is finished.

  Wrapped in one of his bath robes, I sneak out and peek around the room. I thought he would go back to shower with me but instead, I kept thinking about his words.

  “No woman overcomes a night with me.”

  I do not know what kind of women he has been with. But right now, I want to run away and not stay me to find out what is next.

  The bed is perfectly arranged and with clean sheets. Right now I am dying of shame because he himself had to clean up this mess.

  My clothes are not anywhere in the room and I real y need to get out of here.

  When I open the door of the room listen to classical music and I smile at that.

  Who would say that a man like Gideon could enjoy such calm music? He is anything but calm.

  The sensation of the cold mosaic of the floor urges me to keep walking trying to find Gideon. He is not in the kitchen, nor in the main room. I am observing a couple of photographs that are adorned by elegant silver frames.

  It is Gideon and a woman. It is a little older, so I infer that it is his mother or some aunt, I do not know.

  In the other one Gideon is turning his back, watching rocky mountain ful of snow, that clean image fil s me in some way. It is like it is escape.

  But, what would someone like Gideon want to escape from? The clothes he wears is not a suit, rather he wears dark jeans and a big black coat.

  There he is seen with short hair and as if he did not expect someone to take the perfect picture of him.

  Whoever has done it, it has happened to be perfect.

  There are not more photographs and that makes me sad. I do not think he only has his mother as a family and is so, maybe she is in England.

  The giant screen in front of me is more lonely that I am in this immense and elegant room. I imagine him here, naked and listening to his favourite music reclining on those comfortable sofas.

  I hear his voice coming from the corridor, to which I walk up fol owing his voice as if he were hunting me in some way.

  When I look out for what seems to be his office, I am far from being impressed by him.

  I find him naked.

  Reading on his leather sofa in front of a gigantic old and elegant wooden bookcase.

  His disheveled hair.

  He wearing glasses.

  The instrumental music in the background.

  And a white piano in the corner, near his completely empty desk.

  It is not an office to work, it is a man’s cave, a refined and very handsome one, as much as dark.

  “Hel o.” My voice does not surprise him. It is as if he was waiting.

  “El a.” Hearing my name from his lips is something that will never tire me. “Come here.”

  “Gideon, where are my clothes? I need to go.”

  What I just told him ends up putting him back with the humour and expression that I do not like. That which is sad and at the same time cold.

  “I am not finished with you, El a. I said come here.”

  I go to him and let out a big sigh. Being naked in front of me without us doing something does not make it normal, on the contrary, it makes me
nervous and he does not know it.

  “I need to go.”

  “That is what you said.” His dry tone makes me stay stunned . “And I am not done with you.”

  I did not expect him to say that. It is what it is.

  He said he wanted one night, we have summed it with sex and I guess that was the deal so far. I think I will pass to stay the night.

  “You said that...”

  “I know what I said, El a. But I have changed my mind. I am not done with you and I refuse to let you go.”

  There is something that Gideon does not know. I can be shy, but being dazzle by conquering letting me manipulate is not something that wil happen. I can be insolent too and that wil not please him. He stil does not know the other part about being employed by his company and I will not tel him, it is not worthy. This has not started so it is not something that has to end either.

  “What makes you think I wil stay after what you did to me the other night?”

  Without seeing it coming, he takes me by the legs and makes me sit on him hanging. Throwing his book aside and immobilising me with his hands from the hips.

  His erection is throbbing in my entrance and it is starting to excite me, despite being a little sore.

  “In case you do not know, I just made you mine. Do you want me to fuck you again, El a? Is that? Do you want me to make you mine again?”

  What he tel s me makes me curse for not having any other effect o me, more than pleasure.

  The exciting thing is to hear him speak in that way and know that now the one who is not himself is him. Maybe I am wrong, maybe not.

  But that wil be only a matter of time to know.

  Besides, more than anything else in the world, I want him to make me love again, even if for him have it was only making me his.

  “El a…”

  “Stop cal ing me that. Cal me Cinder. I made a mistake in having told you my second name, one that my father should never have put for a stupid tale he had read to me since I was little.”

  “El a…”

  “I need to go, Gideon. What just happened has been a complete…”

  “Be careful what you are going to say, El a Mattis. I wil not tolerate hearing you say something inappropriate.”

  Now wil he come to tel me how talk? In a second he can be a complete snob and the next a refined gentleman. Has has serious personality problems, which I do not intent to decipher.