Hope's Chance(23)

“Thanks for eating my breakfast.” I announced.

He looked down at the half eaten apple and tossed it across the counter. “Help yourself princess. I lost my appetite.” He said as he walked out of the back door.

I stood there shocked. Did he really just throw an apple at me? Furthermore, did he just call me princess?”

The blood was boiling in my body. I rushed out behind him leaving the door wide open. “What did you call me?”

“You heard me.”

“Say it again Chance. I dare you!”

He laughed at me. “You dare me? What are you going to tell your daddy? I’m so scared.” He threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t have time for this shit today.”

“Wait! How dare you talk to me like that?”

He walked up to me, his eyes never leaving mine. When he grabbed my arm I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Talk to you like that? What about you talking to me like that. It goes both ways Hope. Maybe you should practice what you preach.”

Tears filled my eyes when I remembered what I had said to him last night. “Chance wait!”

He kept walking away from me. “Chance?”

After I waited at least two minutes and he didn’t come back, I headed back into the house and grabbed my keys. I cried the whole way to the hardware store. It took me about three seconds to pick a color for my room. I waited as the guy mixed it for me and then paid for it. I took my time getting home, stopping by a drive-thru to get a milkshake.

I wasn’t in a rush to go home, or to paint. My best friend was away with some strange new boyfriend and I was stuck home alone with the douche bag.

Perfect.

When I pulled up at the house I noticed Chance on a ladder. He had removed his shirt and sweat glistened all over his back. Even as mad as I was at him, I couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly sculpted back. Every muscle was perfectly defined. I tilted my glasses down to get a better look, but as I did he turned to look my way.

I grabbed my purse and the paint stuff and pretended like it never happened.

When I reached the front door he had already gotten back to hammering away at something. I walked directly into my room and started covering everything with plastic. Once I got the paint out and started working on the corners, I lost track of time. I had my IPOD hooked up to speakers and I sang along to the music as I painted.

A few hours had passed and I was already done all of the cutting in. The edges and the corners were all painted with two coats. I had chose a grayish blue color and it went perfectly with my black and white comforter set. I didn’t want my father to have to buy me a new one when mine was in fine shape still.

I poured more paint into the pan and started rolling the walls. A song that I loved came on and I began singing it, belting out the lyrics. I was facing the window when I heard someone laughing. I jumped so high as I turned around and saw Chance leaning against my doorway. He had his arms folded against his chest and a smile on his face. I ran toward the IPOD and turned off the music.

“You should think about trying out for America Idol.” He joked.

“What are you doing in here Chance?”

“Well, I came inside to make a sandwich, but when I heard you singing I had to check it out. I didn’t know you were singing. It kind of sounded like you were in excruciating pain. God knows I was after hearing it.” He laughed.

I picked up a paint brush and threw it straight at his face. Before he could even duck, blue paint slapped against his cheek. He took his hand and ran it across the wet paint on his face. “You little bitch. Did you just throw a paintbrush at my face?” He asked as he started walking in the room toward me. He had me cornered. I couldn’t run. I was pressed up against the wall.

“Chance I am sorry. Really I am. I swear.” I pleaded.

He kept my body pressed against the wall. His teeth were tight together and he looked so pissed. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed until I let go of the roller I had in my hand. Once he was holding it, he held me tight against the wall with one hand and rolled the paint from the top of my head down to my chest.

I closed my eyes and screamed, but nobody could hear me. Once he was satisfied, he let his guard down and I grabbed the roller out of his hand, flinging the paint toward him. He didn’t bother wiping it off, but instead came running at me knocking me down onto my plastic covered bed.

I expected him to hold me down and torture me, but instead he stared at me. With one hand, he moved a piece of hair out of my face while keeping his eyes on mine. We were both breathing pretty heavy from the chase and him being this close to me made me forget why I was mad at him in the first place. When he brushed his lips against mine I let out a quiet moan. Our faces were covered in paint, but our mouths didn’t care. Chance’s bare chest was pressed against me and once his tongue found mine, I couldn’t keep myself from touching him. He started to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back. I couldn’t stop kissing him. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted like salt and heaven and I wanted more.

I had thought about him for so many days, for so many nights. I just wanted to be with him again.

Chance reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I helped him get it off, and even unhooked my bra, before he made the attempt. When his hands cupped my breasts I threw my head back and let out another moan. He stared into my eyes while he licked each of my nipples slowly, like he was savoring them. Before he pulled away he kissed each of them again. I pulled him up to my mouth and stroked my tongue against his. When he stuck out his tongue for me to take, I sucked on it before releasing it and kissing him again.