Forbidden Love of the Ballet Dancer and the Hockey Player

Chapter9

Gareth lifts her face with her chin. "Yes, I'll make love to you. Promise me you'll protect me from your father."

"I'll always protect you from my father and everyone else." She lay her head on his chest. He kisses the top of her head.

Bae is standing back, watching them. “My little girl is growing up.” He takes a deep breath.

Gareth and Charlbi walk back to join everyone. Her mother stares at her daughter's hands. Gareth notices how Jee looks at him and tries to untwine their hands. Charlbi tightens her grip and looks at her mother and then at him. "We're not doing anything wrong. We're both adults."

Gareth nods and smiles at her.

Bae chuckles, looking at her and then at his wife. "Leave them alone. They're both adults."

Nuala insisted that she open her presents. But she couldn't open Gareth's gift until last because she didn't want his gift to outshine the others. Charlbi loved all her gifts. When she opened her parents' gift, she knew her father had chosen it. It was a gold necklace with a ballerina on it. She hugs and kisses her parents. "I love it."

Nuala had been bugging Gareth, asking him what kind of jewelry he had bought her sister. He laughs at her and looks at Charlbi, taking out a custom-made Snow Globe that's made out of gold. He even had the figurines designed to look like him and Charlbi. She's wearing a long white gown, and he's wearing a tuxedo, kneeling in front of her, holding her hand.

Charlbi is speechless. “It’s amazing. I love it. Thank you.” She gives him a peck on his lips.

“Oh my,” Nuala covers her mouth.

Gareth cut his eyes at Bae.

Everyone is also looking at Bae, waiting for him to throw Gareth out.

Bae nods. “We’re going inside the house. Enjoy yourselves.” He motions for Jee and Nuala to come with him.

Nuala starts to complain about leaving the party, but she doesn't. She wants her sister to enjoy her last night here. Nuala hugs her sister. "Call me when you arrive wherever you're going."

“I will. As for you, don’t forget what I told you,” Charlbi hugs her sister.

Nuala nods and smiles.

Chatlbi shook her head, knowing Nuala wasn't going to do as she asked.

Hoang is bugging Lah Ann to leave because there isn’t any alcohol there. Cy and Jasmine are dancing, but are looking at the bruises on Lah Ann’s arm that Hoang is twisting. Jasmine is about to say something. But Hoang releases her arm when he hears Charbli thanking everyone for coming to her party. She’s the last person he wants to piss off.

Gareth and Charlbi are slow dancing to Lift Me Up by Rihanna. She giggles, listening to him whisper in her ear. The song finishes playing, and he takes her hand, leading her out of the gate.

Charlbi looks at Jasmine, who is mouthing to her, "Have Fun. We'll clean up."

"Thank you," Charlbi mouths and closes the gate.

****

Gareth picks Charlbi up and carries her inside the house, and looks at her. "We can stop right here, watch TV, and talk."

She kisses his chest. "I don't want to stop."

He goes upstairs and sits her on the bed. Gareth kisses her forehead and squats down before her, sliding her sandals off and kissing her feet. Charlbi lifts her butt, letting him slide her dress and lace panties down. He kisses his way up to her thighs, then her flat stomach, untying her crop top. He freezes, looking at her beautiful teardrop breasts, and licks both n*****s. She closes her eyes and moans as he circles each n****e with his tongue. Charlbi unbuttons his shirt and leans over to kiss his chest. Gareth stands up. Charlbi unzips his pants, and she slides his briefs and pants down. He steps out of them and moves closer to her. Charlbi's eyes are glued to his enormous joystick. She lies back on the bed. Gareth hovers over her, looking into her eyes before he captures her lips. “I love you,” he whispers and slides down her body.

“I love you, too,” she moans when he slides his tongue inside his prize.

*****

Andrea calls Gareth again, but his calls are going to voicemail. He rereads the two letters. "This can't happen to me. Not now." Damn it, Gareth, I need a friend right now." He picks up a bottle of whiskey and drinks it. I'm sure I used condoms with their asses. How did they get these damn pictures?" Andrea turns the bottle up, and his phone rings. He looks at the number and starts cussing when he sees his mother’s name on the screen. His mother, Verene, had been trying to reach him for five days. He doesn't know what to say to her. He's sure she's calling him about the pictures that were leaked to a television station of him, Emilia, and Hannah. When he asked them about the pictures, they said they didn’t know anything about the pictures.

Andrea walks around the room, replaying everything that happened that night. But he couldn’t remember a damn thing. He stares at the two pregnancy results. “Hell no, not until I have a DNA test. Bitches are asking for fifty thousand dollars each. So they can get abortions, and the rest is for the suffering this ordeal is causing them. What f*****g ordeal? Gareth was right. s**t, Gareth is going to kill me. The two opportunists will probably go after him next. If it f***s up his future with his Asian doll, he'll kill me. He throws the bottle of whiskey at the wall. His phone rings again. Andrea answered because he knew his agent's ringtone. "Berdy had better have some good news. Do the job I pay his ass to do."

His agent didn't have any good news. He had hired some men to locate the women with the information he had given them. He's working on getting the story retracted. But he doesn't see that happening until they can prove he was set up. Berdy tells Andrea he shouldn't go to training for a few days. Hopefully, that will be enough time for things to cool day.

"I'm so screwed," he yells.

****

The following morning, Charlbi is propped up, looking at Gareth sleeping. She doesn't want to leave him, but she has to leave him for a while. Gareth's life right now is his hockey career. He plans to play for four more years. By that time, I'll have my ballet school where I want it to be. She's thinking, rubbing his black hair back. "I love you. I hope you'll wait for me."

Charlbi slowly slides out of bed and walks out of the bedroom to the bathroom down the hall and showers. She doesn't want to wake him. She might not leave him if she looked into his handsome black eyes. After showering and borrowing a pair of his basketball shorts and a T-shirt, Charlbi writes a short note. "I love you and take care of yourself. I'll see you soon. I'll be watching your games and keep every article I see about you. Win. Thank you for last night. "

She walks back into his bedroom, staring at him for a few minutes. Charlbi laid the note on the pillow she had slept on and kissed his forehead. "I love you." She closed her eyes for a second and walked out of the bedroom. Charlbi stopped when she reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up at his bedroom door, and tears ran down her cheeks. "Move feet, move," she mumbled and ran out of the house.

The door closing wakes Gareth up, and he pats the pillow, but all he feels is a piece of paper. He sits up, calling her. When he doesn't see her, or she doesn't answer. Gareth slides on a pair of pajama bottoms and runs down the stairs with the note in his hand. He sees a car going down the street and mumbles, "Charlbi, I love you.” Gareth reads the note and wipes tears from his cheek. "Spend your wings for now. One day you'll be my wife, Ms. Charlbi Phan."

Bae was looking out the window when Chalbi ran out, "My little girl is all grown up now." Now he's looking at Gareth. "I knew I was right about you. You're a good man, Gareth Cartier. "