4 - Zavier and Snacks

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

. . .

Olivia Woods

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't attracted to them. Which one? I didn't know. I had thought long and hard about which one looked the best but I just could not compare.

I was sitting on a bench in the central park, looking through the tabloid in my hands, which was talking about the Creeds. I knew it was just a gossip thing but I just...grabbed it as soon as I saw their pictures on the cover.

It just talked about their love life or lack of it. The writer of this article, some lady, believed that they had secret girls in their life which they didn't want to endanger because of their dangerous connection with 'bad people' (obviously she couldn't accuse them of being with the mafia) so they kept them locked away.

I wondered how the Creeds dealt with this, the rumors, and the tabloids. I was a little famous, famous enough to be written little articles about, but not as much as them. I closed the tabloid.

"Interesting article, isn't it, little one?" Ashton's voice.

I flinched, the magazine falling from my hands as I looked up at Ashton, Xerxes, and Zavier Creed who was standing behind me.

I looked at them, wide-eyed and embarrassed. I could not even pretend that I didn't know that the tabloid had stuff about them, their picture was on the cover!

"I-" what was even supposed to say?

Zavier bent down to pick the magazine up. I shot up, trying to grab it from his hand but he lifted it above his head, raising an eyebrow at me.

"It's mine!" It would be so embarrassing if they read it. I tried to grab it again, jumping up, but I lose my balance and crashed on his body. His arm wrapped around me to keep me from falling.

I froze. I was in his arms.

I looked up at him, my heart thundering, his expensive smelling cologne surrounding me.

He wrapped his other arm around me, keeping his eyes on mine, and picked me up. I gasped in surprise. He sat me down on the bench and I instantly pulled away, cheeks flushing and hands trembling. "I-I'm sorry," I whispered, ducking my head. This was so embarrassing.

"Look up," Xerxes commanded. Taking a shaky breath in, I looked up. They were standing in front of me. Zavier was flipping through the pages, his smirk widening. I bit my bottom lip.

"I have to go," I mumbled, grabbing my sky blue bag and standing up. Their eyes fell on the little cleavage my black dress showed. My breasts were small, only a hint of cleave was visible. I blushed furiously.

They didn't say anything as I walked away.

"By the way, kitten," I heard Zavier say. "We don't have anyone locked away."

I looked over my shoulder at them. Zavier winked.

I ran away.

. . .

Their hands were on me, caressing my bare skin.

"Dirty little girl." Their voice came, a whisper in the pleasure I was feeling. I could feel lips on mine. I could feel their hardness pressed into me.

Someone was rubbing me between the things, drawing out sighs and whimpers from me.

"Good girl."

. . .

I woke up with my hand between my thighs and my whole body screaming for pleasure as it had never before. What was happening? Were they incubus?

I sat up, feeling my panties stick to me because of my wetness. I looked into the giant mirror on the wall. My face was completely red.

I bought my trembling hand, not the one which had been between my

thighs, to my hair and ran it through it.

I stood up, feeling myself throb for pleasure. Damnit. I had never felt this way before. What was happening?

The dream came into my head. Their strong bodies holding me down, rough hands worshipping me, lips muttering filthy things into my ear.

I showered with cold water, shivering as I did but I needed to get them out of my head. Today was Sunday and I had planned to do a little art shopping, the last thing I wanted to do was accidentally buy a loose canvas because I couldn't keep my body in check. I needed to visit a grocery store, too.

I dressed in high-waisted black jeans, black boots, a shirt that peeked out from the edge of my brown crop plaid sweater and let my black hair down

in its natural waves, putting my glasses on my nose. I grabbed a little brown side bag that held my stuff and walked out of my apartment.

After about fifteen minutes of walking reached the art store which was nearest to my apartment. The best thing? It had a grocery store beside it.

Deciding to do the boring thing first, the grocery shopping, I entered the large store.

Pushing down my anxiety which came at public places, I grabbed a cart and rolled it were the ice creams were.

My cart slammed into another. I looked up.

Zavier chuckled at me. "We keep bumping into each other." He tilted his head. "How are you, kitten?"

Kitten. I had not paid attention to the nickname he and Ashton had called me by. Kitten and little one.

I pulled my cart back. "Y-you can pass."

His eyebrows lifted. He let go of his cart, which was filled with complicated ingredients and stepped towards me. He was dressed in a suit and a black coat. He leaned down, putting his hand on the wall beside us so that he had caged me in.

He looked me right in the eye sternly. "I asked you something."

I bit my bottom lip, my breath trembling. The dream came back in my head and my cheek tainted red. "I-I'm good. You?" I whispered.

He smirked, his eyes falling on my lips. His thumb came to my chin and he tugged my lip out, watching my mouth so intensely that I felt like I was going to melt.

"I'm good," he murmured. "So good." His thumb touched my bottom lip and I shivered, my hands clenching my sweater. I knew my whole face was red now. He looked mesmerized by my lip.

He stepped closer.

"Excuse me? Can you move your cart?"

I pushed him away, blinking back into reality. An old lady was glaring at me. When her eyes fell on Zavier, she turned around and ran away with her cart. I leaned against the wall.

Zavier looked at me, his eyes back to his emotionless ones. He looked down at my cart. "Come on." He grabbed my hand in his large one, not helping me calm down, and pulled me away from the wall. "Let's shop together, yes?"

I nodded before I could think otherwise.

Shopping with him? I felt like I could melt every time they looked at me, how was I going to handle this?

. . .

"This one is alright," I mumbled.

He shook his head. "It's shit, kitten. This one is better." He kept the cheese slices down in my cart, the one he said was better. It was almost the same price so I didn't have much problem but he made me feel like an armature in grocery shopping. I was but he could stop!

We pushed out carts in the alley which had snacks. I grabbed chips, many of them, and a few packets of Oreos. I grabbed a few more packets and before I knew it, half of my cart was filled with snacks.

I looked at Zavier's cart which had healthy and complicated things in it and then mine, which had snacks and basic things in it.

Well, he was twenty-eight like his twin, Ashton. He had to eat healthily. I was only nineteen, I could eat junk.

And to maintain that body of his, he must need to eat healthily. I was happy with my lower stomach coming out just a little as long as it didn't show through the clothes.

Zavier didn't pick anything up from the racks of wonder, making me pity him a little, and turned his cart into the alley which had vegetables and fruits.

He picked any things up from that. I just got a few mangoes.

Finally, we were done. We weren't talking, one just followed whenever the other moved.

Finally, it was time for billing. I stood in a queue of about three people. My phone rang. It was my mom.

I sighed. I didn't want to talk to her in front of Zavier.

"I'll hold your place," Zavier said to me, his hard body practically touching my back with his cart on his side. He leaned down to my ear. "Go talk to her." I shivered for all the wrong reasons and got out of line.

He watched me till I walked out of the loud store. "Mother, what do you need?"

"I need my daughter to tell me why she has a job? Don't you need to concentrate on your studies? I send you enough money every month. What kind of tantrum is this?"

"It's not a tantrum. I'm just working, mom. It's not a big deal for an eighteen-year-old to work."

She gave me a lecture about how I was being ungrateful, how she should have never 'let' me come here, how everyone would be disappointed in me,

about how I needed to leave the job, about how I needed to get an apartment at a better place and so on. It took easily fifteen minutes.

I hung up, unable to hear more. She treated me like an overgrown toddler.

Zavier Creed walked out of the store with two large bags in his hands. My eyes widened. Did he pay for me?

"Mr. Creed." He handed me my bag, which was not even that heavy. "I ha- have to pay you back..." I tried to take my money out of my bag.

"No, and call me Zavier," he spoke, smiling softly. "I-" his phone rang. He took the sleek black phone out of the pocket of his coat and attended the call.

"What?" He snarled. "Right now?" He looked at me. "I'll be there in fifteen."

"I have to go," he said as he pocketed his phone. "We'll meet soon, kitten." He walked to a car parked in the parking lot. He threw the grocery bag in the back seats and sat down in the driver's seat.

He effortlessly drove out of the parking lot while I watched.

. . .

I want them to fuck already but I have patience. Or at least I can pretend that I have patience.