Claiming California

Chapter 6 - Luke

Chapter 6

Sometimes with everything going on around you it's easy to ignore the little things. It's hard to acknowledge how they all work together to make your day either great or completely dire. Like how right now the sun was shining so brightly in the Californian sky with not a single cloud in sight. However sometimes looks can be deceiving, and I have to remember that no matter how clear the sky, sometimes bad days can happen even with the nicest of weather - like today for instance. Today should have been a good day. It was a Saturday for starters, no college, no hassle and more importantly – a lie in. However that was not meant to be. It was the early hour of 8am when I was woken up from my slumber by a loud obnoxious doorbell which must have been wired to speakers throughout the house. No normal doorbell is ever that loud surely?! I was stubbornly refusing to move. However was at the door would not be for me, and therefore quite frankly someone else should open it. I kept this mind set for as long as possible. Trust me – I did not want to get up. However after a further 5 minutes of repetitive ringing I realised two things. One – whoever was at the door wasn't going away any time soon and 2; no one else was opening the damned door!

So with the most un-lady-like grown I pulled myself out of bed and made my way down the steps, all but ready to rip whoevers head off who had the audacity to ruin my lie in. However that all changed once I yanked open the door.

I was speechless as I all but stared at the partially naked woman who stood in front of me. My eyes where wide and my jaw had dropped on its own accord, to say I was gobsmacked could have quite honestly been an understatement for what I was feeling right now. I didn't know what to say as the woman all but shrieked and quickly wrapped her beige trench coat back around her body, but it was too late. My poor eyes had unfortunately seen everything and by everything I mean everything.

"S-sorry" The woman finally was able to stutter out, her cheeks where flaming red and she'd ducked her head allowing her blonde hair to fall over her face, shielding herself away from my stare. I couldn't help but realise she looked around Mr Kings age maybe a couple of years younger.

"Erm..." I swallowed hard not understanding why she was here, and more importantly why the hell she was stalk naked on the front step!

"I'll take it from here Miss Hayes." The woman's head immediately snapped up to look at Mr King, who from the sound of his voice now stood behind me.

"Erm yeah... you do that." I answered feeling extremely awkward as I hastily left them at the doorway and headed for the kitchen.

What the hell did I just witness? I sat down in one of the kitchen stools and stared blankly ahead, my thoughts filled with boobs and womanly parts – womanly parts which wasn't my own. I may never have previously seen a woman that naked before – aside from porn of course - yet I guess at least now I can determine that I sure as hell aint a lesbian. I would be thankful if I didn't have to see another naked woman that up close and personal ever again.

My stomach pulled me from my disturbing thoughts with a loud grumble. I was starving, so with a sigh I realised I'd have to make a trip to the grocery store, because not only does Mr Kings kitchen look like a show kitchen, it also held absolutely no food in its cupboards.

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I wasn't stupid and I sure as hell wasn't naïve enough not to realise that this unknown trench coat woman and Mr King were in some sort of kinky sexual relationship, and for some godforsaken reason I couldn't rid images of them together from my head. I couldn't understand the feelings beginning to develop within me. They were foreign and completely uncharted territory, however as I trailed up and down the aisles of the local grocery store I couldn't help but compare myself to the woman. She was attractive sure, for a woman in her late twenty's. She was blond but her brown routes where prominently showing and her figure wasn't anything special. Her boobs which I unfortunately remember most, were rather small and although it was a very conceited thing to think, but for comparison sakes only – mine where bigger.