Sometimes in our lives, We all have pain
We all have sorrow, But if we are wise
We know that there's, Always tomorrow
Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long, Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on
~Lean On Me by Bill Withers
"I don't fit into any stereotypes. And I like myself that way." -C. JoyBell C.
Chapter 5: Thomas Whitfield
The drive to Whitfield's house was an easy one. There wasn't really any traffic and when more cars started to get on the road I was practically at Whitfield's house. I sang to the radio's music and danced in my seat practically the whole way there.
Once at Whitfield's house I was exhausted. There was no way he expected me this early or even if he was awake. It was only eight in the morning. During the drive the AC in my car stopped working about twenty minutes before I got here. Which sucked since I was in sweats and a tank top.
He had a huge house that was gated it almost reminded me of Tara's house just different in some ways. His mansion was made out of brick and had an old time-y feel to it.
I parked on the side of the road and headed to the gate. I pressed the button on the call box to tell the people I was here but no one answered so I did it a couple more times. Still no answer. I glared and got back to my car to make sure I had the right address. I did.
I call Whitfield's phone and it immediately went to voice mail.
"Dumb fuck," I mumbled to myself. I sat in my car and just sighed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I could go get some food, I am hungry.
That's what I did for the next hour I went to IHOP and ate some good food. Nothing special happened and I drove back trying to see if anyone was there yet which of course they weren't. I tried calling again and it still went to voice mail.
I sat in the car relaxed and closed my eyes for a little bit. The heat was harsh and I started to sweat. I grabbed my bag and pulled out a pair of jean shorts on and a cute white Rolling stones belly shirt. It had the red lips with the tongue sticking out.
There wasn't anywhere to change and changing in my car was my only option even if it doesn't have the roof on.
I looked around and saw no one so I pulled my shirt and bra off. Once off I heard a gasp and a groan sound. I glanced up seeing a woman and her son that was about fifteen just staring. I quickly put on the shirt and smiled apologetically at them.
"I'm really sorry."
The woman started laughing while her son stared. It was a little creepy to be truthful. I quickly changed into my shorts since it be quick and they wouldn't see anything.
"Why are you changing in the car?"
"I'm waiting for Mr. Whitfield to get home."
I hopped out of the car and stretched. The heat wasn't any better but I did feel cooler.
"Ah you're the girl the neighbors called my husband about." She muttered a loud to herself. "Mr. Whitfield should be home."
Shrugging I said, "I don't know. I called him and rang the call box on the gate, no one answered."
I nodded and leaned against my car. "Its pissing me off really."
The woman laughed while the guy chuckled, "You are different from the other women that he has around."
"Mm," I mumbled glancing around the neighborhood realizing every house was gated. It also seemed like no one was living in these house but thats just my opinion.
"I'm Rose and this is my son Jonathan."
I glanced at her, "Sahara."
There was a silence for a bit and they both just stood there looking around. I'm not sure how long I stood there leaning against the car but it didn't feel that long.
"Sahara?" A deep voice asked.
I glanced to see that the woman and her son were gone. In their place stood a good looking guy. He had brown hair, strong jaw on his angular face and a nice body from what I could tell. His eyes were covered by shades and he wore a fancy suit.
He nodded, "How long have you been here?"
"Since eight but you would of known that if your phone would of been on!" I snapped.
His lips twitched as he took off his sunglasses showing off one green eye and one blue eye. He walked over to where I stood leaning against the car and placed both his arms on either side of me. His face was inches from mine as he looked at me with a strange expression. I glared upset that he wanted me here but wasn't even here to greet me.
"Glaring will give you wrinkles."
He smirked and got close enough to whisper in my ear, "Gladly." Then he placed one of his hands on my hips. He traced my pant line before letting his hand slide against my belly to my back where he pushed me closer to himself. I unfolded my arms and placed my hands on his shoulders, a little intrigued by what he was planning on doing.
His cheek rested against mine before he pulled back to look me in the eyes. I pushed my face closer to his letting my lips brush against his. I did this a couple more times, teasing him. He moved his one hand to the back of my head to really kiss me when he tired of my teasing. His mouth was firm and greedy against mine. The kiss was strange just so formal and it irritated me to no end. It was time for me to loosen Mr. Whitfield up.
I let one of my hands slide against his cheek pressing on it lightly, moving it for better access before letting it slide down his neck and clothed chest. My other hand was wrapped around his neck playing with the ends of his hair. I bit his lip a little roughly and his mouth opened in a small groan. Taking the opportunity I slid my tongue in his mouth, exploring.
Strangely he tasted like strawberries.
His hands moved from my back and head down to my ass where he grabbed it firmly before lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he leaned me against the car. His tense jaw and firm kiss went slack as he loosened up. I grinded myself on him getting a little too carried away as he hardened. He moaned and his hand slid from my back to the front of my jean shorts where he started to unbutton them. I broke the kiss and grabbed his hand from unbuttoning my pants. I watched as he frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
"Maybe you'll be here when I arrive from now on." I said before removing myself from him completely. I grabbed my bag from the car and turned to see him still in the same position.
I walked up to him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"That was a harsh punishment for something so small."
I rolled my eyes and tried to pull him along.
"I can't walk super fast or anything." He stated trying to sound nonchalant. I let out a giggle before walking his pace with him in the house.
"Maybe if your good the rest of the day I'll give you a surprise." All I got was a groan in reply.
It took us a good ten minutes to walk in the house. Not saying that me teasing him as we walked helped at all. The moment we got in the house he walked us up the stairs and showed me where my room was for the moment.
The room was huge it had a huge king size bed. It was a very girly room with light pink walls and a pink and gold bed spread. Not my thing but it wasn't bad looking. There was a vanity, a flat screen TV, dresser, a window seat which I loved. I always wanted one but was never that lucky. There was a huge walk in closet and a huge bathroom with a steam shower and a cute claw-foot bath tub that was centered on the left over looking the huge window. The bathroom was amazing.
I turned to see a red haired woman in her mid twenties glaring at me.
"Can I help you?"
She gave me a once over and gave me a snobbish look. "Not really. I was looking for Thomas- Mr. Whitfield."
I frowned at her correction. If you know him well enough why not call him by his first name.
"He went to take a shower after an incident." I smirked. She narrowed her eyes on me and put her hands on her thin hips. She had a models body and face. When I was younger I always wished to have that type of body instead of my short, fuller self but now I couldn't give any care about it.
"Just some fun we had. It was very arousing."
She narrowed her eyes at me, "Thomas wouldn't fuck a nobody like you."
My eyebrows rose as my smirk stayed, "I never said we fucked. We just had some fun that he couldn't handle."
"What the fuck our you trying to say?! He's mine. I'm Stella Knightly top runway model. Everyone knows my name. I bet not even your daddy knows yours."
I was about to snap a remark back at her when Mr. Whitfield walked back in freshly showered, "Sahara why don't we st-"
"Stella what are you doing here?" He asked coldly. He glanced at me then her then back to me. He stared at me for a minute before looking at Stella again. I moved to him and wrapped my arm around his waist while he wrapped his arm around me holding me close.
"Thomas, baby, why are you with her? I'm your girl." She whined looking like a lost puppy.
"She's my girl not you. We've been broken up for over three months now."
She waved her hand dismissing the statement, "Its not like a nobody like her could fulfill your needs or help your career. I can."
"I don't want or need your help. Get out before I get security to forcibly remove you."
She 'hmph' before storming away. I sighed and sat on the bed. How annoying can one person be. She was like my mother with her snobbish ways even though my mom really couldn't be snobbish since she lived with the random guys she slept with.
"I'm sorry about that. She just doesn't see-"
I cut him off, "I don't need to know. Just come lay with me."
I sat up taking my flip flops off and pulling the blankets down before scooting on the middle. He still stood there almost looking like he wasn't sure if he should maybe from what I did earlier or just not sure. I through some off the pillows of then motioned him to come lay with me. He slowly walked over to me and slid in laying down in a tense manor. I curled up against him putting my head on his chest. He put his arm around me moving a little to get comfortable.
"You know I do remember you."
Mr. Whitfield was a neighbor of my mother's once when I stayed with her. I was about thirteen and he seventeen. His family wasn't as wealthy as he is now but they still had a cute home. It was a small house with a white picked fence around it. It happened to be the nicest house on the block. His mother and father were the nicest people in the world. I remember how his mom used to make me baked sweets all the time when she was pregnant with their third child.
They were mouth watering good especially when I had the munchies. Anyways Thomas was stuck with me a lot either when mom asked him to babysit me, even if I complained like the child I was and said I was old enough to be by myself, he babysat. He really just let me do whatever why he just watched TV or played video games.
One night I sneaked out to go meet my older friends at a party a few blocks away from my house. It was a stupid idea to go especially when your only thirteen almost fourteen but hey I was an idiot. That night through me straight into reality's horrid ways. I remember I was wearing a cute new off the shoulder crop top with a pair of short shorts. I had felt awesome showing off my new belly button ring.
At the party I wasn't welcomed that easily. Though most of the stoned and buzzed/drunk people didn't care either way. I danced, I drank, I smoked and everything was going great until he showed up. He was a big half Hispanic half white guy with tattoos up and down his arms. He was so tall and muscular with deadly deep brown eyes and messy black hair.
He seemed like he was on a mission but the other guy that was with him caught my eye. He looked like a mini version of the guy just a lot younger. I watched them walk in as if they were something special. Some girls clung to the older guy's arm but he shrugged them off.
I was hypnotized by them and I was fucking glad when the younger one asked me to dance. I later found out his name was Sean or something. We danced and drank, smoked. All the usual until I felt myself blackout. It was my first blackout and I don't know what I did but I ended up on a bed naked alone. There was nothing here except for my scattered close. By the way everything looked I was in a motel room.
As slow as possible I got up trying to ignore the pain. I walked to the bathroom and took a shower noticing the hand prints on my body. There were some on my hips, legs, and arms. I cried knowing I had lost my virginity to a random person. It was horrible the pain. My legs felt like jello and they were hard to walk on. Quickly after the shower I got dressed and called Thomas.
He freaked out then picked me up. I was unusually quiet and he noticed. He also noticed the bruises but he didn't mention anything.
Throughout the whole ordeal he stayed by my side even went out and found the guy. The guy, who was Sean, ended up in the hospital and he was too scared to even tell the cops who did it.
He became my night and shinning armor that I hadn't seen for the last four years.
Sleep was short lived when about an hour later his phone went off waking us from our peaceful slumber. It was time to start business and the start of personal questions.
"Let's go see Dr. Lee."