Life With HIM: Rennillia Series Prequel (Companion Novelette) Read Free

face from me getting his floor dirty with my muddy shoes cause d me to lose it.
      “Oh, am I getting your floor dirty?” I sarcastically questioned as I stomped up and down.
      “Why are you doing that,” he questioned, appearing hurt by my action.
      Pulling my shoes and socks off , I threw them outside as hard as I could before running past him, shouting, “I told you I didn’t wanna go!”
    ~L~w~H~
    Only getting up to shower and eat a little, I stayed in bed crying and sleeping. I felt Henley come to bed each night but he didn’t speak or touch me. I was so depressed I couldn’t bare the thought of anything other than sadness.
    ~
    After a few weeks, I was finally up and around. I slowly walked into the living room, seeing Henley sitting on his couch. Staring at him, he looked distressed.
      “Hey,” I said , meaning to sound more chipper than I did.
      Scowling at me , he asked, “Do you need anything.”
      Nodding, I stepped closer before breathing, “You.”
    Yanking me onto his lap, he kissed me. Feeling something other than sorrow drew me closer. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I laid my head against his chest.
      “Sorry I stomped mud on your floor,” I whispered.
      Pulling my head back to look me in the eye, he said, “Anything for you.”
      The sad expression on his face caused me to say, “ Do you need anything?”
      “I get to keep you, that’s all I need,” he replied.
    Recalling the first time he brought me to his house and asked me if he could keep me, I snapped at him that I wasn’t a dog. This time, I was a stray dog. Without a home, I didn’t even have shoes on when I wandered up to his door.
    I didn’t want to go back to bed but I wanted him. Wondering if he was opposed to venturing out of the bedroom, I pulled my shirt off.
      Unable to decipher his expression, I assumed it was a no when he snapped, “Put your shirt back on.”
    Sliding off of his lap, I nodded before doing what I was told. I watched him standup and go to the other room. Thinking I had upset him, I sat there quietly waiting for him to return.
    Henley walked back into the room. I noticed what was in his hand before smiling at him.
      “Stand up,” he stated.
    I obeyed.
      Biting the corner of his lip, he said, “Start over,” sitting down on the couch.
    Slowly complying , I anxiously awaited my reward.
    ~
    Lying on a blanket, spread across the living room floor, I drew in a deep breath before propping myself up on my elbows.
      “What if I w ent to the doctor and got on birth control?” I asked.
      A look of disapproval spread across his face as he replied, “Why?”
      Leaning my face closer to his, I whispered, “So we don’t have to stop in the middle of what we’re doing every time.”
      “Or so you can screw around and not get caught,” he sneered back at me.
      Shrinking back, I shook my head assuring, “I wouldn’t do that.”
      “What would stop you,” he questioned.
      Pulling up, I swore, “I belong to you,” before pressing my lips against his.
    Rolling me over, he smiled reclaiming his territory.
    ~L~w~H~
    Months went by. I had run into Hert while I was out a few times but the only real contact I had outside of Henley was Emerson. We had lunch in town. He was upset I didn’t want to come to the house but Henley wasn’t comfortable with my being there and honestly, neither was I. Missing Jackson’s first visit home, I was guilted, by Emerson, into dinner at the Thomas’ on his winter break.
    ~
    Standing in the doorway of Henley’s room, I stared at him sitting on the couch. It didn’t matter that it was only for dinner, I knew he didn’t want me to go. Walking over to him, I stood there, waiting for him to look up at me.
      “You can say no,” I offered.
      Without looking at me, he said, “I shouldn’t have to.”
      Sighing, I asked, “What do you want me to do? Emerson already told the Thomas’ I would go.”
      Standing up in front of