chapter 9

"I'm sure you're fully aware of what this could do to the career of your father, Sir Clinton." The officer threatened and returned the device. 

"My fa...father?" James stammered, coming closer. 

"Stay where you are!" The officer warned and his partner pulled out the vehicle the second time and positioned his hands on the vehicle, his pistol held together in his palm. 

"Wow Chill guys, okay...okay, I'm sorry! You don't have to do this really." He pleaded. 

"Wow, so now you can plead?" The cop sneered back, sharing a sort of laughter with his partner that betrayed innocent faces.

James felt sad. He became cautious, he was willing to joke with his life but not that of his father, let alone his career. 

"Officers look..." 

"Get in your vehicle this minute and go home!" 

"Okay...Okay?" He replied, yelling and at the same time agreeing. He took reluctant steps towards the driver's seat, scanned the annoyed faces of his fellow night dwellers, and had his seat.

"What's up guys," he tried to fulfill the act of etiquette, but got no response. He let out a loud sigh and zoomed out of the street  spraying fumes in the faces of the officers. 

The rest of the night proved that silence would always emerge as the Golden rule, and all succumbed to it even unconsciously. First, they stopped at Rick's place and the three of them streamed down the vehicle in agreement. They were remorseful but said nothing, waking in a single file, down the narrow path, they sure were not willing to risk another chance with James.

He knew he had screwed up and deserved this. Kim was without feelings, not even trying to connect with the situation on ground. She had her face focused on something unseen, feeling sad that she had ruined their perfect night, her interference had caused a hell of a night and then those that loved her now despised her, living her in a complicated situation. She turned towards James and was surprised he had a smile on his face despite all he felt he now had a solid ground with him. She had revealed her partial love as though she begged for him.

"Come on, let's go over to my place," he proposed, rubbing her lap. "You'll love it there..."

"No!" Kim stated in a tone she never expected, but then it was a good answer.

"You don't want to come?"

"Yes... I mean no!"

"Ok, calm down, I respect your opinion, take your time." James replied, trying to play cool. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other over her seat, leaning closer.

Kim felt this and began praying within her. "Oh Please, don't do anything I can't resist" was her prayer.  She felt stupid that she acted so soft, which was the exact opposite of how she planned her relationship to be. She began her training on how to become the boss, ruminating how.

"At least can I take you home?" He whispered and placed his hands on her laps. 

"Okay." She whispered, trying not to blush. 

"Okay then come on." He gave her a gentle squeeze and swapped his hands. His initial hand on her laps and was now moved to the steering wheel and his right hand placed in its stead. 

Throughout the journey, James kept on stealing glances at Kim, wondering if she was getting the feeling again. Kim noticed this act. She looked out the window, they both ignored each other and amongst the things she noticed was that his seductive stamp had shifted  up. When he did this, she had no idea.

"Finally." She sighed as they entered the street leading to the castle owned by The Bricks, as the word "castle" suggests, the building was so large and tall that from the entrance of the street, one could sight the rooftop. 

"We are here," James announced their arrival as he pulled over a few distance away from the main gate. "Hey, thanks for hanging out with me tonight." He appreciated, parting her hair with his fingers. 

Kim was not sure on what to do, she desperately wanted to escape any oncoming experience but at the same time she knew going just like that without an expression would be rude so she turned towards him, accidentally brushing her face against his as he tried to plant a kiss.

"Ouch." He groaned, teasing her and tweaking his nose.

"Oops sorry." She smiled. "I never knew you were sniffing me."

"Well, not really?" 

"So what was happening?" 

"I just wanted to say goodnight, or maybe I should try that." He leaned forward for a sniff. 

"Okay then, goodnight." She stated and turned to leave. 

"Not that way, on here." He grinned and with his eyes shot, pointing to his cheeks. 

"But it's late and I should be going." 

"Afraid?" 

"No. It's been lovely." She smiled, taking his hands off her lap in the most respectable manner she could. 

"Lovely," he repeated knowing this was the moment to do something if he was going to do anything, but for the fact that she wasn't interested, he knew it might scare her off if he enforced it. Kim wasn't sure on what would happen next if she did so, but a single peck wouldn't kill. She concluded within her and went for it. 

Kim leaned closer, and again she could perceive the manly smell and became worried, squeezing his shoulder gently and instead of kissing, she sent hot, anxious breaths to his cheeks. 

Soon James got tired of playing the waiting guy, he wrapped his hands around her waist, leaned forward and began kissing her neck. 

"Ugh, come on James, not now," she moaned, trying to hide her neck from his touch but the more she tried, the more it stimulated her.