You Distract Me - S01 E45

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You Distract Me - S01 E45

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

Olivia

When I stirred awake the next morning, my body was humming with relaxation and refreshment.

A wide involuntary smile embraced my face as I slowly fluttered my eyes open.

Wait a minute...

Why was the ceiling a dark rich gray color instead of the usual baby blue I'd gotten used to ever since I'd woken up from the coma?

Why was Shayne's scent everywhere? I eyed my surrounding; And the last time I checked, my pillow and my sheets had been white. These were black!

I was in Shayne's room!

I bolted up in bed and felt the cool air hit my naked skin as the sheets fell to my lap. Looking down at my bare breasts, I started to panic a second before everything came back to me.

Shayne's office. My little attempt at seduction. Her head between my legs. Her hand disrupting my brain's ability to function. And then my unbelievably intense climax that nearly made Shayne drown.

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"Oh God!" I cried out as I pulled the sheets back up to my chest, looking anxiously around Shayne's dark and rustic room. "Oh God," I said again, mortification engulfing me.

I'd actually passed out with my lady parts completely exposed, and leaving Shayne all drenched in my cum.

I'd never let myself live it down.

I pushed back my hair and looked around for my robe. Nothing. Not even my nightgown was in sight.

When my eyes skipped over the alarm clock on the nightstand, they jumped right back and I nearly had a heart attack. It was four in the afternoon! I'd slept for sixteen straight hours!

Dear God, she'd sexed me to sleep so hard.

My eyes caught sight of a white rose laid neatly on the pillow on the other side of the bed, presumably the one Shayne had been lying on.

Oh my God, did I sleep naked with her in bed with me?

My hand slipped under the sheets and down my hip. Yep, I'd slept in my birthday suit. In Shayne's bed.

I was so screwed.

I looked at the rose again and couldn't help my smile. Beside it was a little square piece of paper. A morning note. It was hard not to let my heart fall deeper.

I crawled to the pillow—the bed was huge!—and picked up the rose. I took a little sniff and grinned. Who knew Shayne West could be so cheesy? And so sweet...

The front of the folded note had my name written in bold, beautiful, arrogant cursive. It represented her so well my smile only broadened further.

I unfolded it and fell in love all over again.

Hi, baby.

Just so you should know, I didn't touch you without your consent. But man was it torture. The mere thought that you were naked in my bed and I couldn't even touch you...

I moved all your stuff to 'our' room. You're mine, no point allowing you to be so far away from me.

When I get back from work, we'll talk about your parents, I promise. But if you're not ready, that's okay. I'm always here to listen.

P.S: Did you know you snore when you sleep?

"I do not!" I said into the empty room before holding the note to my chest. I flopped back down to the bed with my heart in my eyes. "I adore you, so much."

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I wanted to be mad at her rude decision to move my things into our room without my permission, but I didn't have the heart.

She was so sweet and thoughtful. She was the one who had just lost her grandmother and yet she still wanted to put my feelings first.

Although my issue wasn't a small one, it wasn't the same as losing someone you loved. That kind of pain just never went away.

I got out of bed and stepped into the shower, occasionally sniffing the earthy-scented bar of soap.

My mind could form an image of Shayne using the same exact soap on her athletic naked body as the spray from the shower dampened her tattooed skin. A trail of water running down her chest, her chiseled abs and down to her...

I instantly turned the water cold, ignoring my salivating mouth as I finished my shower.

I ignored my own bathrobe that hang across the rail and instead picked a thick charcoal gray towel and wrapped it around myself.

I walked into the adjoining walk-in-closet, another thing that was just Shayne.

I ran my hands over the blacks, grays and whites, sniffing some of them like some sort of psycho.

The full length mirror caught my eye and I almost cried out.

Hickies! They were all over my neck and collar bone, vividly showcasing my sexcapades with Shayne. How was I going to hide them?

When I found a section specifically for my clothes, I searched frantically for anything that could cover my neck.

Thankfully, I found a black, sleeveless turtleneck crop top and paired it with a simple pair of fitting jeans, placing them aside for later.

As I brushed my hair, seated in front of the vanity dresser, I debated on whether I missed its initial length or not. I didn't. I liked the new one. It looked sexier and classier. And Shayne liked it, a lot.

But I was also thinking about the cause of the new look.

Getting up from the plush chair, I walked back to the full length mirror and turned my back to it. I let the thick towel drop to just below the small of my back, holding the rest of it against my breasts.

I tilted my face towards the mirror and studied the mark adorning my back. It wasn't gruesome or dramatic, but it was there.

The pale pink flesh started below the nape of my neck to the middle of my spine, expanding across my back. It sort of looked like a cloud.

A movement caught my eye and through the mirror, I saw a tall figure standing in the adjoining doorway to the bedroom.

"Oh my god!" I snapped my head away from the mirror and found Shayne coming into the closet. "You scared me. How long have you been standing there?" I said looking at anything but those eyes.

"Not long," she said dryly. Without a word, she reached me in two strides and just stood in front of me. "Was it hurting? Does it hurt?" She sounded concerned.

I looked up from her chest and found her gaze glued to the mirror behind me, fantastic hazel eyes intensely staring at what I assumed was the scorchmark on my back.

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"No." I couldn't help but admire her beautiful face as my cheeks flamed red. She really had a remarkable jawline, and equally remarkable cheekbones. And that ridiculously delicious mouth.

Her beauty was unbelievable.

Suddenly, her eyes dropped to mine and I had to tear my gaze away from her lips to eye the sleeve of her black Henley shirt.

As hard and delicious as her bicep looked, it was better than looking directly into those eyes.

"I missed you." She gently gripped my chin and tilted my face towards hers, making it impossible to focus on anything but her incredible eyes.

An image of her standing over me with my legs wide open as I passed out assaulted my mind, and I pulled away.

"How was work?" I said, wrapping the towel more securely around me.

She didnt immediately reply. She gave me a slow appraisal before bringing her eyes back to mine. "Great. Have you had anything to eat?"

"N-no. I just got up." My cheeks burned from the reason for my late awakening.

"Okay, I instructed the cook to make you something before dinner. I'll be back, I just gotta go downstairs to my office and finish some paperwork. I'll let you finish up here."

Failing to trust my voice, I just nodded as she continued to stare at me, eyes intensely covering every part of my face.

With a curt nod, she walked back and out. When I heard the bedroom door close, the air came rushing back into my lungs. I facepalmed my forehead, breathing too heavily for no reason, at least not a palpable one.

But still... Last night had been all kinds of humiliating, I'd practically whored myself to Shayne. And yet... she'd received me and had made me feel sensations that I didn't know my body could be capable of.

And I wanted more...

Fiercely, I squeezed shut my thighs to kill the throbbing sensation forming in-between them. Dear God, I wasn't going to make it past the night.

I quickly got about getting dressed, trying hard not to think about the previous night. Another thought crossed my mind. I realized I was relieved that Shayne hadn't said anything about talking about my parents. Good, it wasn't a topic I was ready for just yet.

I was still incredibly angry at my parents and not ready to let go of that anger, but still, I loved them both so much.

Whenever my mother would be tough on me, my dad would peacefully defend me and then later tease her, eliciting a ridiculous frown that everyone knew was only her trying to hide her amusement.

It was our own little family.

But the truth was it wasn't real, paternally at least.

The thought of that made me want to cry, so I abruptly stopped myself from thinking about it. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to talk about it with Shayne. It was too painful.

When I finished, I stepped out into the private lounge and found a big pale-skinned man cradling a little red book in his large hands.

"Byron?"

He immediately stood. "Ms. Ryans, how are you?"

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Before I could react to his horrific scars, I instantly remembered how he'd gotten them, and how he'd saved my life. "I'm good. I never got to thank you for what you did. Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?"

He looked apprehensive. "Oh no! You don't need to do that."

"Please?"

He scratched the back of his head, a debate going on in his head. "Shayne wouldn't like that, ma'am."

"But I would." I approached him and wrapped my arms around his waist, giggling as he awkwardly placed his hands on my back, far far away from my backside.

What a sweet man.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since that day."

"I've been busy with the family. Shayne gave me some months off. I just come here a few times when Shayne needs me." His cheeks were considerably red and he couldn't keep much eye contact. Oh, what an adorable man!

I grinned widely. "Awww, how's your wife?"

"No wife, just my mother and two little brothers."

"Oh I see. What did Shayne want you to do here today?"

"To look after you. Laura and Freya aren't around, and this room doesn't have a pass code on the door."

I nodded and folded my arms. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Do you have any idea why Shayne won't let anyone but Laura and Freya—including you, I see—near me?"

"I think you should ask her yourself." The tiniest sliver of fear slipped through his gaze and I had to pretend I hadn't seen it.

"Fine, I will. I'm in the mood for some good baking. Have you had some of my cupcakes before?" I started to head for the door.

"No, not yet," he replied, beating me to the door and opening it wide for me.

"Thank you. You're just in luck. I haven't baked in weeks, and I'm in the mood."

Wonder what has put me in the mood?

My cheeks flamed red as we walked down the hallway, and I suddenly remembered my screams and moans in Shayne's office. Surely the entire household must have heard them.

And today of all days, the mansion was far from empty. Given that it was a Saturday, it was expected. But still...

As we reached the last step of the grand staircase, I made sure to keep my gaze ahead in an effort to avoid any mocking or amused looks. And chiefly to avoid the dark mahogany door to Shayne's office. I couldn't get over the image of Shayne standing behind my bent-over body. Those fantastic eyes set low and intense, looking down at me with leisurely need. She'd never looked more sexy than at that exact moment.

I physically jolted out of my thoughts as we entered the huge, modern, hardwood themed kitchen.

There were a handful of people, not so much older than me. They seemed to be playing what I assumed was poker on the kitchen island, laughing and fooling around like the best of friends.

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A pang of envy hit me just then. I couldn't remember the last time I had friendly company. I hardly knew anyone; except of course for Shayne, Freya, Laura, Byron and the kid Shayne had introduced me to.

When they noticed Byron and I, they immediately stood from their seats, just like every time I entered the room or came within a few feet. They avoided me like the plague and to some certain degree, it caused a crushing loneliness deep within me.

"Please, don't leave!" I blurted out before they could move any further. They froze on their feet, looks of confusion directed at me and between themselves.

Byron spoke up. "Ms. Ryans, I don't think that's... "

I snapped my head at him and gave him my meanest look. "Give me one reason."

He started to speak but then stopped himself before scratching his head, desperation combined with resignation clearly tearing him apart.

"That's what I thought." I turned back to the shocked faces in front of me. "Please, do not move. The room is big enough for all of us. Please... "

They looked torn between running and staying put until they all gradually took their seats.

I grinned widely as I grabbed an apron, waves of happiness I hadn't felt in a long time throwing me around.

A tall thin man I knew as the head cook appeared in the doorway of the kitchen and froze. He wasn't an exception to leaving the room whenever I came in. But it was his zone and it wasn't fair to deny him of it.

I smiled kindly. "I'm going to need your help, Mr... "

"M-m-antel. Jeffrey Mantel." His black eyes jumped nervously around the room before landing back on mine. "Help with what?"

"Baking of course."

He anxiously looked behind him, as if expecting someone to pop up. Someone he feared. My money was on Shayne.

He cleared his throat. "B-b-but that's not possible, miss. Besides, I'm s-supposed to be making your meal, which I was going to get to as soon as you woke up but... "

"Jeffrey, please call me Olivia. And don't worry about it, I'm not even that hungry."

"But Shayne—"

"I'll make sure you don't get into any kind of trouble, I promise. Now would you please do me the honor of joining me in the kitchen?"

He reluctantly nodded his head and picked up an apron, his bony fingers shaking.

But twenty minutes later, his shaking ceased. All the tension in the room was absent and replaced by laughter and the smell of sweet velvet cupcakes baking in the oven. Not that I was involved in the conversation and game around the kitchen island, but for the first time since I'd come to the mansion, I hadn't felt like an alien.

Byron was silently reading his little red book—keeping a reachable distance between us—in one corner of the kitchen. So I only talked to Jeffrey, merely baked-related conversations. We shared our baking secrets and advised each other on our methods. It had occurred to me that he was talented, too talented not to work in some high end restaurant somewhere. I wondered if he felt tied down in a place like that.

I was about to ask just that when the room suddenly fell silent. Without bothering to see the cause—because I knew the cause, and could feel her like I had some sort of sixth sense—I continued like nothing happened.

"Get out, all of you." Shayne's tone was low, quiet and lethal, betraying the instant pounding of my heart.

Everyone scurried out of the kitchen, leaving me with Byron.

He started to speak. "Shayne, I tried to..."

"Leave us," she bit out.

He didn't put up a single fight and before I knew it, it was just Shayne and I.