Aquilla looked to Julius talking to Valdez. He stared at Aquilla sitting alone. He could tell she was disappointed. He wished there was something he could do, but there wasn’t. She had to live this way. He and his father had collected too many enemies over the years for it to be any other way. They would hurt her to hurt them.
Aquilla moved her eyes from his with a disgusted look. She was sick of him constantly looking at her like that. It confused the hell out of her. One minute he was jumping down her throat and the next; he was staring at her with eyes full of emotion. Stupid fucker.
Julius sat beside of her when Talin walked away.
“You don’t look like you’re having much fun,” he assumed.
She smiled at him but didn’t reply.
“You look very pretty tonight,” he said, moving her blonde hair behind the front of her shoulder to her back.
Aquilla knew she shouldn’t get goose bumps when he touched her, but she did. She couldn’t help it. It had been something she had been fighting for months now. NO, not months, more like years. She took a deep breath, trying to rid the forbidden thoughts.
“Thanks,” she replied. Talin, Vennah, and her had all ordered new sundresses for the party. They all matched, except for the colors. Hers was a pale pink with a red strawberry embroidered just above her right hip bone. Her father scowled when he saw it. He tried hard to control her clothing, not wanting her to dress like the women that came and went from the mansion.
“You need another drink?” he asked.
“No, Talin has enough alcohol in this one for five drinks,” she admitted.
Vennah pulled her away from him when they were going to play a drinking game. Julius’s eyes never left her, he watched her getting drunk and playing games with her friends. Romano had left the party fairly early, leaving Valdez and Julius to chaperone. Julius knew she needed to quit drinking, however, he didn’t say anything. She would have just told him to fuck off anyways.
By eleven o’clock, she was shit faced and could barely stand up.
“Clear the party out,” Julius told Valdez, going to Aquilla, getting sick in the yard.
Valdez broke up the party and sent the youngsters on their way with the two bodyguards who escorted them safely home.
Julius went to Aquilla and tried to hold her hair back.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” she shouted, shoving him in the chest.
“Quill, don’t be like that,” he tried.
She couldn’t say anything. She turned her head and heaved again. Julius didn’t think she was ever going to stop. He was starting to get worried.
“You okay?” he asked when she finally rose up, resting her hands on her knees.
“Like you give a shit,” she angrily replied.
Julius knew it was the alcohol. He was trying to let it slide. He didn’t want to fight with her, it was a special day for her. He didn’t want to be the one to rain on her party.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Keep your fucking hands off of me,” she yelled, shoving him in the chest again.
Julius put his hands up, letting her know that he wasn’t touching her. He was trying to help her.
“I’ve got to lie down,” she suddenly realized when the ground beneath her feet started to spin in circles, FAST.
She laid across a chase lounge and was out cold. Julius left her alone for a few minutes. He wasn’t going to leave her out there; she was just going to have to be mad. He picked up her arm and let go. Her arm dropped like a dead weight. She was definitely passed out.
Julius scooped her into his arms, and she dropped her head to his chest. She was drunk, and barely responsive, but she knew what was going on. She knew she was being carried by Julius. She even knew when he kissed her forehead as he carried her.
He carefully laid her down, and again, her body dropped like a dead weight. She felt him remove her sandals and caress her foot with his hand. He didn’t need to do that; he couldn’t help anything he was doing. His mind was going crazy wanting to do things to her. He needed to get the fuck out of her room. He shouldn’t leave her in her sundress though, should he?
Julius lifted the sundress and took a quick peek at the pink panties covering her pussy. He looked up to her face. She didn’t move. Aquilla wasn’t passed out. The room was spinning and she was no doubt drunk, but she knew everything that he was doing. She felt the breeze when he lifted her dress, the flutter deep in the pit of her stomach, and the instant pulsating between her legs, she felt it all.
“Fuck, Quill,” she heard him whisper.
He lifted the sundress higher, great, no bra. He needed to see that too. He needed to go. He needed to get the fuck out of there before he did something stupid. He would just help her out of her dress and under her covers and then he would go.
Aquilla pretended to moan as he lifted it over her head. She plopped back to the mattress, purposely lifting her leg and letting her knee drop to the side. She wasn’t thinking like Julius. She wasn’t arguing with herself at all. She was drunk and horny as hell. She was hoping he did do something. She wanted him to do something.
Julius stood frozen. Fuck. Mother Fucker. Son of a fucking whore. He touched her inner thigh, looking at her face for a reaction. Nothing, she was out cold. He moved her other leg up, spreading her more and then looked back to her face. Still nothing. He carefully lifted the inside of her panties, pulling it to the side.
Jesus Christ!!!!! Should he touch her? She would probably kick him in the nuts if she woke up. Fuck, he wanted to touch her. She wanted him to touch her.
Aquilla squirmed, deliberately trying to get his fingers to slip, they did. He felt her wetness right before he freaked the fuck out. He let go of her panties and got the hell out. She was not happy. She shouldn’t have moved. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She wanted to move her hand down and take care of the throbbing, but she couldn’t. She was too drunk and was afraid to move. She couldn’t even move to get under the covers.
Julius went right back to ignoring her the next morning. He had to. He couldn’t get the image of her pink little pussy out of his mind.
Aquilla spent her day in her room on her new purple laptop she had gotten for her birthday. She couldn’t do much on it. It was just like the last one that she had. Her father had parental controls on it. The only thing she could do was play games or download books. She was 18 and had a parental block from the internet. How pathetic was that?
Aquilla fell into a slump; she came out of her room when Hila dragged her to the table, and then went right back to her room, where she played solitaire for hours and slept. She wasn’t tired, just bored. She needed out of that house.
Talin finally called her one evening. Julius, unbeknownst to Aquilla, listened through his secret window.
“We’re going to the pits tomorrow. My father already gave me permission, you’re coming right? Vennah will be there too,” Talin explained the plans.
“I will have to ask my father at breakfast. What time are you going?” It really depended on whether or not he needed Valdez. She knew she wouldn’t be allowed to go alone. What a pathetic life to live at 18. She may as well have stayed three. She wasn’t treated any differently.
“We’re not going until around six. Keiki, Tua, and Salem are going to be there. Salem’s going to cook lobster over a fire, Vennah’s caretaker is going to make us up a basket of bread and fruit, Tua’s going to bring the alcohol, and I’m bringing the punch. You can bring something if you want.”