Chapter 78 - Dreams In Reality

Lance. 

''Wake up baby,'' I hear his voice, that mesmerizing voice that I have come to love. 

I know he is more important than sleep right now but I am exhausted. I stayed up till late last night with Jack. I need a couple more hours of sleep. ''Baby,'' he calls my name again. 

This must be a beautiful dream. Ford is at home, I left him last night. I must miss him so much that I am dreaming about him. I feel arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Now my room is smelling like him. I take a sniff of the scent as I grab unto this beautiful dream. I hear him chuckling, God this dream feels so real.

''Is this a dream,'' I murmur still sleeping. 

He laughs again and this time it hits me that this is too real to be a dream. He is actually here right now. I spring my eyes open and his smiling face comes into play. 

''How are you here?'' I ask him the first thing that comes to my mind. 

Slowly turning my head, I look around and yes I am still in my apartment. So that means he is here with me. ''I missed you too much to stay away.'' 

I try to sit on the bed but he just pulls me closer, now my head is on his chest. This is my best pillow. When I lie down on Ford's chest, it feels like all my worries are slowly evaporating. 

''I missed you too.'' 

He scoffs, I pull away to get a closer view of his face ''You just made a noise. Do you not think I missed you?''

He sits up on the bed, my very small bed, which makes him struggle and then he rests on the headboard, pulling me closer ''You totally abandoned me last night, my bed felt so cold.''

I roll my eyes because he is being dramatic. Right now I don't even know if this rection is from the bipolar disorder. I am yet to figure out a lot of things about him and this disorder but I don't want it to define this relationship. I am going to take everything he does as normal. No matter what he does. If he chooses to be extra happy, I will be extra happy with him, if he chooses to be depressed, I will be the comfort he needs, until he gets out of the funk. If he is angry, I will try to make him calm—even just by holding him in my arms. 

Now he is being dramatic. So I am going to be dramatic with him. 

''You interrupted my dreams.''

He raises a brow ''what were you dreaming about?'' he asks. The curiosity is evident on his face. 

I smile, I know I am lying but I just want to make him feel better. I want to give him the assurance that he is searching for. 

''Me and you.''

His cheeks redden, I shift away from him until I am on top of him, in between his legs. He wraps his arms around my waist, I lean forward until my face is inches away from his. His eyes never leave mine. Almost like they are searching for something that cannot be expressed with words. 

''What happened in this dream?'' 

I reach for the button of his uniform. Realising that he is dressed for school. today is his big game. The one he has been having sleepless nights over. I don't actually think Ford is that interested in basketball. I don't know why he is doing something he is not passionate about, but I think I have a clue. 

His father is the root of all his problems. 

I am sure of that much and I don't think he has even figured that out. 

''I took off your clothes,'' I whisper into his ears as I successfully get his shirt off him. his eyes watch me, and I notice the darkness in them. He is staring at me lustfully—I mean when has he ever not wanted me. that is the one thing I have over him. I got him by driving him insane and now I am going to show him what he will miss out on if he ever decides to let me go. 

His hands clutch the hem of my shorts. I am shirtless, In only my boxers. He lets out a breath as I brush my fingers on his chest, goosebumps crawl to his skin from the chills of my touch. I reach for his buckle and he watches me as I struggle but succeed to get it off. 

''What else?'' he asks me after I take off all his clothes, his voice shaking suddenly a lot into this.

I look up at him, my eyes wavering to his dick. He takes a soft breath as I feel him harden against my touch already impatient for me. I squeeze him tighter and he bends his head backwards with a soft groan. A smile sprawls on my face, loving to tease him. 

I lean forward until my lips are just inches away from his dick. He looks back at me, patiently waiting for me to answer his question ''Do you want me to tell you, or show you what happened next?'' 

He grabs my face and pushes me into his dick, unable to answer my question. I smile as he fills me up. Happy from the reaction. I love the fact that he can't resist me. I like it when he gets rough. Fuck it drives me crazy. His hands clutch my hair, pulling me up and down to the speed he wants. I feel him in my throat as his dick gets harder. The salty taste of his pre-cum attacks me, drives me wild, craving more and more of him. Ford doesn't stop controlling my movement until I feel him stiffen and swiftly releases into my mouth. I am so used to his taste, in fact, I have never loved anything more. I never saw my self as the type of person to enjoy oral sex, let alone derive satisfaction from swallowing but I guess when it is with the right person, you tend to love everything. 

I love every moment I have shared with him. the good and the bad. I love who he is and I wouldn't change a thing. 

He pulls me closer to him, trying to catch his breath. I wrap my arms around him, happy that I gave him that satisfaction. 

''You drove all the way to see me today?'' 

He nods.

''I fucking missed you.'' 

''Today is your big game. Are you excited?''

He shakes his head and caresses the strands of hair on my face. ''Will you come and watch me play?'' 

This is the second time he has asked me. it is not that I don't want to watch him play. Hell, I wish I could be his only cheerleader but I know the one person that will be cheering for him knows about us. Lisa warned me to stay away from him and even though I don't plan on listening to her and giving her the satisfaction, I have to try and avoid her at all costs. 

Ford isn't as worried as I thought he would be. the fact that she knows about this, means she has one over us. She is close to his father. She could end up leaking this secret we have tried our best to keep hidden. 

I am not ready for anything to mess things up. I have come to terms that we might have to stay hidden till we can escape from this life and I have accepted it. I don't want anything to mess that up and Lisa is our biggest threat. 

''Lisa will be there,'' I remind him.

''I know, I plan to talk to her. I believe there is still some good left in her. She was once a close friend. I will plead to her good side to let me go.''

Ford sees the best in people, me not so much. I know the kind of person she is. She is manipulative and vindictive. She will do whatever it takes to separate us. She wants him to herself and I don't think talking to her will make her back off. It is never easy with those kinds of people. 

''I don't think it is a good idea to show up to this thing.''

He sighs ''I need you there. I want to look at the crowd and see your face. you are the only thing that brings me joy. Help me be happy.''

My eyes shift away from him because the look he is giving me right now is making me waver. I cant be wavering right now, I already made my mind before he came here. I have to avoid Lisa at all costs. 

''Please Gamer boy.''

He calls me by the name he knows I cant fucking resist. 

''You can bring Jack along. please don't leave me hanging.'' 

I sigh because there is no way I can refuse him. 

Shit.