Free Treacherous by L.L Hunter

the
question.
    “ Oh, right. You two
want to be alone…. well, why didn’t you just say so.” She jumped
down off my bed and went to grab one of the garment bags by the
door. “I’ll use one of the other bathrooms to get ready.” As soon
as she shut the door behind her, Frankie claimed me by lifting my
body up onto his.
    “ Mm, Frankie… my
parents are here.”
    “ I know. And don’t
worry—this is just a little tease for what I’ve planned for next
week.”
    “ Next
week?”
    “ I might as well tell
you.” He walked us backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed
I fell backwards. Frankie climbed on so he was hovering over me. Oh
God, was he going to do it? I could feel my nerves taking over. I
began shaking uncontrollably.
    “ You’re shaking,
Charli.”
    “ I… am I?”
    “ Yes. Am I making you
nervous?”
    “ A little,” I
admitted.
    “ You have no need to
be nervous. This is only a little tease.” He leaned forward and his
lips grazed my neck.
    “ So, what are we doing
next week?” I asked as his hands found the patch of skin where my
jeans and top met. I shivered.
    “ I want to take you on
a little getaway. Just us.”
    “ Really? Gee, you must
be really keen on me.” I kissed him as his hands found their way
under my shirt and to the edge of my bra. My heart rate was now
beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.
    “ I am. So how about
it?”
    “ Yes. Sure.” He
smiled. In a few minutes, my top was being pulled over my head, and
his warm hands were on my breasts. I felt his fingers find the
catch behind my back and my bra loosened. Then it was off. Now my
heart rate was reaching record speed. His fingers began massaging
my breasts as I moaned, arching my back. The next thing I felt was
his lips over one of my nipples. I gasped.
    “ Frankie…”
    “ I know. As I said a
tease.” He reached for my bra after giving my chest a few more
delicate kisses. I didn’t want to move. I couldn’t move. He had
paralysed me. He left me soon after, saying he would be outside
mingling while I got dressed. I didn’t bother putting my bra and
long sleeved shirt back on as I had to get changed into my
strapless dress for tonight. I found the garment bag where I had
left it draped over a chair near the door and walked into my en
suite. I stared at my flushed cheeks and naked torso in the mirror
wondering if I liked the new Charli before hopping in the shower.
As I allowed the hot water to run over the contours of my body, I
decided that I did like the new Charli. She was shameless,
rebellious, and all things in between. I smiled as I dried myself
and slipped into my party dress.
    I had chosen a salmon
pink and white strapless cocktail dress that Mia said matched my
complexion. She was right. I twisted and turned, admiring the girl
in the mirror who I didn’t recognise. A soft knock at my bedroom
door broke my reverie.
    “ Charlotte?”
    “ Yes? I’m almost
done.” I quickly slipped on my ballet flats and popped some
strawberry lip-gloss on.
    “ Charlotte, all the
guests have arrived.”
    “ I’ll be out in a
minute.” As the last word slipped out of my mouth, my mother’s
reflection joined mine in the bathroom mirror.
    “ You look beautiful.”
A sense of déjà vu washed over me as I remembered the last time my
mother had told me I was beautiful—the night of my senior
formal.
    “ Mum, you’re not
crying, are you?” I smirked as I turned to face her.
    “ No.”
    “ Liar.” I knew she was
trying not to cry. She was proud I had reached another milestone in
my life.
    “ Come on. There’s
someone I would like you to meet downstairs.”
    “ Coming.” As I
followed her down the stairs I wondered just who it could
be.
     
    * * * *
     
    The ground floor of
my childhood home, the Jayne mansion, was packed with party guests
when I finally joined them. As I reached the bottom of the stairs,
many turned to stare at me—the girl they had come to see. I didn’t
recognise half of them. I