Chapter 4 Four

Chapter Four.

Nina's POV.

I make my way to the front door and on entering, I sigh when I don't find uncle, waiting for me on the inside. I may not be scolded after all.

Arriving in the living room, I see him there, sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, seated on his legs that are crossed under him. He's already in his sleepwear, with socks covering all the skin of his legs.

I smile at the funny way he looks at trying to make himself look so young when in fact he is a sixty-two years old man. But then, I appreciate that he didn't plan on wasting himself.

Now, focusing on what's ahead. There's a horror movie playing on the television and waiting for a minute to check it out, I figured it's one I've watched before. He's watching "The Exorcism Of God".

Jeez! And judging from his undivided attention, he's so very focused on it. Thus, I intend to pick a can of Pringles that I see next to him, on the couch.

I manage to be as stealthy as I can be, but suddenly, his head twist to the side, and he screams. It is contagious that I scream, too.

"Uncle?!" I call at him. He's now out of his sitting position to standing with the remote in his hands, pointed at me. When he sees that the presence is me, his left hand goes to his chest, and he sighs. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fuck..." He stops himself and resay, "I'm watching a movie for goodness' sake, a horror one so to speak, and you decide to scare me?" He doesn't sound like he is actually asking me.

"Of course, not." I roll my eyes. "This is why I tell you not to do this by yourself. Tuesdays are safe for you," I add. To be expatiating, Tuesdays are when we watch romantic movies.

His eyes shift from me to the wall clock, and instantly, I know what he is about to say. Oh, goodness. I am forgetting that Ashley is waiting for me in my room. Most likely, he's in there and a bored Ashley has never been good news. He would start surfing through my room, might even wear my dresses to pass the time.

Suddenly, the thought made me smile.

By the time uncle would face me again, I have picked up the Pringles and waving at him. "Uncle, please, before you start anything, I'm so not ready for any conversation tonight." His lips part. He's about to talk. I am quick to hijack his words from him, "oh, no, please. We can talk in the morning." I'm already making my way, steadily, to my room.

"I don't trust that boyfriend of yours." He groans.

"He has a name, you know." I tell my uncle. Plus, why would he even bring Ashley up?

"Which I don't intend to know offhand." He glances away from me, his face showing his disinterest in the current exchange. "And you're leaving town tomorrow, how could we talk?"

"I won't leave until around afternoon." I'm already at the staircase, climbing up to my room. His husky frame is starting to disappear.

"He is trying to make you annoy me. And oh, you could tell him that he should stop using your room as an entranceway when there's one right at the front of the house." Uncle Rick huffs and I stop in my attempt to escape him.

"My, oh, my, you know." I crack up a laugh.

He rolls his eyes. "Of course. He isn't as smart as he thinks he is. Just be careful. If he does any shit, let me know, dear, I'll treat his fuck-up for him, with my fist." My brows furrow there, "I see you're drenched: he hasn't taken care of you as he should." And when he completes, it all makes sense to me.

"Thank you, uncle." I smile and blow him a good night kiss. "Sleep well," with that, I go to my room.

In my room, the shutters were just closing at the time I turn on the lights. My sight caught Ashley just straightening himself. He flashes me a smile and I throw him the can of Pringles. By the way, I guess I didn't spend much time with uncle Rick as I thought.

"It took you a while, is everything all right?" Questions Ashley as he picks out the content and crunches it in his mouth.

Instinctively, a brow of mine raise, "I didn't realize." Is all I tell him. I can't begin telling him how my uncle's threatened to beat him to pulp if he's not careful, especially when uncle Rick's hunky, muscular body confirms that.

He visits the same gym as Ashley, but they barely meet and even when they do, they don't talk. Technically, Ashley hates my uncle and plus the fact that he's even muscular and has the sugar daddy figure, he knows the danger he's in with my uncle not liking him.

I take a seat on my bed and Ashley comes and join me. He picks a snack for me and I eat. "Thanks," my voice is a whisper.

It took a few minutes before he talks, "so, what's your plan for us tomorrow?"

I groan lowly, "well, apart from we, planning to leave town tomorrow, I think we should first lodge at a motel or something. Wait, we plan on travelling to California, right?" I am asking for confirmation.

"Yes, in the city of San Diego, itself," he says with a nod of his head. I smile at him.

"Perfect. Then, I guess we should lodge at a motel for about a few days. In the meantime, we can stroll around the capital, have some fun, you know, all the tourism. It would be fun." I tell him.

He takes a whiff of the air. "Yeah, you're right, absolutely. It would be fun. I'd take you to a club, too, get you drunk for the first time..." I didn't let him finish.

"You wish to get me wasted, why?"

"Well, I would love to see you in a state when you aren't using that always reasoning, beautiful brain of yours." He tells me. Truth be told, I've always wanted to get drunk, too, you know, have an idea what it is like not to think about any consequence, also if it could help with my trauma that's stopping me from having sex.

"Well, there's still more to discuss. We should think about accommodation. I mean, it's not like we'd be staying in a motel for a long time before we'd shift to another city."

"Actually, my thought is that we won't be spending too much time in San, and afterward, we can travel to Miami. I've got a place there, my own space. You might even get a job there, or perhaps get your books published in one of their companies there. It's quite an appreciating city." He adds in, and I have my eyes flared at him.

I never thought of Miami when we were making these plans. Anyway, we can still change, but I won't be bringing up that discussion now. Things are still fine.

"Well, then, I should go to bed. You wouldn't want uncle Rick seeing that I'm not asleep yet because of you." I laugh as I say, and he groans.

"Ah, that man." I'm sure he's completing it in his mind that he hates my uncle. I don't really care, though. He turns his head to me. "Alrighty. Nighty night, love." He says and kisses me on the forehead. I blush and as he stands up, ready to leave, I smack him on the butt, and he makes a low ouch sound.

"Yes, mummy. I love some hard spanking." He tells, and I'm smoothing my face.

"Night." I say and turn my back, heading to the closet to get my pajamas when suddenly, he grabs me from behind and turns me to him.

"For turning me on so badly, yet rejecting me from fucking you so hard." He says, incomplete.

Quickly, I mention, "you really can be insensitive, you know," before a kiss drops and my words are halted. He kisses me hard and when he's done, waves me a bye and leaves my room.

I lock the shutters after he's gone. "Sleep well," I whisper.

In a few minutes later, I have changed my dress into pajamas, and I'm lying on my bed. However, since I cannot find sleep even with the lights off and the sky very dark such that there's no light, reflecting into the room, the curtains opened, though.

I adjust my position to lying on my stomach, so my face is pressed into the bed and my hands are spread out, as my legs, too. I have the bedsheets covering my body still.

My thoughts linger to my relationship with Ashley. I really have no idea if we can last any longer. I'm twenty-four years old, and he's twenty-six, and he loves sex so much. At the start of our relationship, he's always told me, and after I told him my condition, we actually broke up a few weeks after getting into the relationship, but he came back, apologized and said he'd never forced me into having sex with him, that he'd wait for me to come to him myself.

Even though I accepted this, I know in my mind that I'd never come to him for sex. I know that I write a lot of sex scenes in my books and part of it is to make myself crave it, but I can't even touch myself without getting irritated. It's crazy. Also, I am able to watch a lot of straight pornography, but I can't imagine trying to masturbate or to have an orgasm with a partner. Certainly, I've thought perhaps I was an asexual before.

And speaking of sex and intimacy, my thoughts drift to the strangers that I met today. There was something about them that I didn't notice before until now. My brain did not notify me of these sensations, but now that I'm thinking of it, I can make sense of it.

There was an enticement that I felt when I touched the one who was called Vance or something of the sort. I am unable to explicitly remember. My body felt a feeling of arousal from just my fingers touching his chest. I mean, he didn't even touch me physically, skin to skin, and I had felt that way.

It was something in his touch that I have never felt from another before, not even from Ashley or any other boy. I sigh and shift my head to the other side, away from the windows. I need to see an absolute darkness, because maybe then, I'd be able to sleep and put these thoughts away.

Although, I fear they won't go just easily. Those guys were so strange. It was as though they just appeared from nowhere. I didn't see them, but suddenly, they appeared. It felt out of the ordinary.

When I couldn't see myself dozing off anytime soon, I groan and now lie on my back, my face heavenwards. I pick up my phone from the cabinet next to my bed and go on the internet. As I do this, a part of me feels like there's a reason why those guys appear and I doubt, will not, again.