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Chapter 22 Pizza Forgotten

The bell on top of the door rang, Buffy looked up from behind the counter, “Hey, you’re here early.” She moved over to the front to give her boyfriend a long dominating kiss.

After catching his breath, “Yeah… well long day at work, thought I’d get out as early as possible. See what my girl is up too.” He said as he held her near, hands resting on her hips. “Hey, Red.” He greeted, seeing a certain redhead behind the curtain to the backroom.

Willow blushed; she was just about to venture into the front of the agency when she saw the couple. She didn’t want to disturb them so she thought she might just stay in the back a bit longer but her eyes and ears can’t seem to keep to themselves. But now that she had been spotted, “Hey, Spike.” She took the papers she was holding and sat on one of the chairs behind the counter, embarrassed that she was caught spying.

“So you think, you might be able to get out early?” William whispered tugging on her earlobe still on the same position as before. Looking over her shoulder to make sure a certain redhead at the back didn’t see.

“I don’t know… I have to lock up.”

“I’m sure Willow won’t mind. Ain’t that right, Red?” He asked already knowing that the redhead was listening into their conversation.

Willow blushed yet again, “Yeah… I-I wouldn’t mind.”

“What do you say, luv? Lets get outta here.” William said with a raised brow, a smile on his lips.

With a sigh, “Let me just get my bag.” She ducked behind the counter to retrieve the said item, “Are you sure it’s okay, Will?”

“Yeah, no problem, Buff. Have fun!” she finally called as the couple exited the door.

“So, what’s with the hurry?” Buffy asked as she and William got into his black convertible. “’Just wanted to have you all to myself,” he answered accompanying it with one of his most seductive smile, “Possesive much? Plus, perv!” she playfully slap him on the arm. “Seriously, why did you get out of the office so early, what happened to the workaholic I knew and loved?”

“I’m not a workaholic… okay, maybe a little” he admitted. “Just had an unexpected visit, made me go off my rockers.”

“Who?” William looked at him having a ‘what’ look on his face. “Who visited that ‘made you go off your rockers’?” she asked complete with air quotes.

“Trust me you wouldn’t want to know if I told you.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t want to know if you haven’t even ask me?” William shrugged. “Come on tell me, how bad can it be? It’s not like one of your exes came to visit or anything.” He answered her with comically big eyes; “Oh…” was all she said at first, “So, who was it? Was it Harmony?”

“No. And do you actually think that she’s the only one I dated?” he asked with humor. “’Cause I can tell you right now missy that there happens to be a lot of girls chasing after me.” Buffy just laughed at him, though she wouldn’t be surprise if it were true, his man, yes his man is really an eye candy from head to foot he was every girl’s fantasy.

“No, but I think she’s the only one dumb enough to come back to you.” she answered with yet another laugh.

“Funny, luv. Real funny…” How dare she laugh at him, he’s gonna get payback later she just wait and see.

After holding herself back from giggling more like a little girl, “So, who was it?”

“Dru” was his simple reply.

“Dru?” she asked, “What did she want?”

“I still don’t understand and I don’t really want to think about it.” he answered as he pulled his car over the basement parking lot.

“You know,” Buffy started finally breaking the silence as they got out of the car and proceeded to the elevator “I’ve known you for months. You have gone to my house like a million times and been to my hometown nonetheless yet this is the first time I’m gonna be able to see your apartment.”

“Well there’s really nothing to see, luv” he answered as he pressed the button on the elevator for the penthouse. “Here we are,” the elevator opened up and he fumbled with his key as he opened the door to his flat, “trust me there’s nothing to see.”

To Buffy ‘nothing to see’ is something that should never be used to describe William’s home. Entering the foyer, there was an assortment of paintings that adored the walls. The living room on the end was laid under a soft Persian rug, with a set of leather couch and a whole entertainment system it even had its own fireplace. The dinning area was not far behind consisting of elegant glass tables accompanied by matching jewelry colored chairs. Venturing deeper, you’ll find the veranda hidden behind frosted glass doors. It was truly a bachelor pad. And that were just what her eyes saw who knew what the kitchen, bedroom or even the bathroom would look like. “Wow, it’s beautiful. You’re place is wow, if I only knew… we could have spent more time here than what I lamely called my apartment.”

“There’s really nothing special with it, pet,” he replied as he went into a hallway and disappeared on what she guess was his bedroom.

“Like hell, you have your own fireplace!” Buffy began to look around until a picture at the top of the fireplace caught her eye. She tentatively touched its glass.

“See something you like?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around Buffy’s waist. William just came out from the bedroom having changed his shirt and gathering up some of Buffy’s bags that he left there earlier.

“Who’s this?” she asked fingers still tracing the glass on the frame.

“Well, that’s me luv, when I was a little kid,” he replied as he rested his chin on top of her shoulder.

“I know that, who’s the lady with you?”

“My mum.”

“Oh…” was all Buffy could say realizing how dumb her question was, “she’s very beautiful, you have the same eyes.”

“Yeah, reckon I got it from her.”

“You don’t talk much about her, why?” she turned around so she was facing him.

“Well… that’s cause she’s dead, luv” he said as the glimmer in his eyes faded.

“I’m sorry,” Buffy replied as she ducked her head. It must hurt a lot she can’t even imagine if her mom would have left her.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” He lifted her chin so she was looking in her eyes and offered her a weak smile.

“How?”

She didn’t say more for he knew what she was asking him, “Car accident.” He released his grasp from her and sat himself on one of the leather couch as he ushered Buffy to sit right next to him. “With my da, in case you’re wondering. Don’t really know what happened, I was little then and I don’t think I even wanna know now.”

Buffy leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder and draped an arm around his torso, giving him as much comfort as she could. She didn’t know what to say he grew up without a single parent, it was hard for her to grow up without her father but at least she had her mom William had neither. “You grew up on your own?” she couldn’t help asking, he never talk much about his childhood now that she look back she hardly talk about his family either.

“No… Rupert took me in,” he answered her as he stroked her long blonde hair, “probably took care of me my whole life.”

“Rupert? As in Rupert Giles?” she asked confused. “U...huh” was the answer she got. “As in your…”

“Uncle” he supplied.

Buffy seemed confused and who wouldn’t be, ‘Giles is his uncle?’ “What?”

“Uncle, luv. Brother of me mum, son of me grandmum…” William trailed off.

“I got that,” she gave him a look of annoyance, did he think she didn’t get it, actually she didn’t understand it at all. “But you never mentioned that he was your uncle and he’s your business partner right?”

“Yeah. And you never really asked, now did you.” She scowled at him, he just laughed, “it’s a long story.”

“I’m willing to listen, if you’re willing to tell,” she offered as she snuggled closer into his embrace.

William debated that idea in his head, he couldn’t really think of a reason why he should tell Buffy but neither could he think of a reason why he shouldn’t. Deciding to go with the latter idea, “Hmm… where should I start?”

“The beginning is always nice,” she suggested playfully.

He snickered, “Okay, this is gonna be a long one,” he stated before he started with the long story he was about to tell. “When my parents died, I was about seven I think, I really can’t bloody remember. He took me in ‘cause he was probably the only living relative I had, took care of me, raised me with all he had. At that time he was taking charge of the whole company…”

“So when you grew up you bought him out?” she interrupted.

“No and don’t interrupt” he glared at her. “Maybe I should start from the beginning…”

“Isn’t that what I told you?” Buffy insisted, like she was telling him the obvious.

“Okay, fine” he stressed. “See we were originally from England, thus the accent…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“So, what do you want for dinner, luv?” William asked as he continued to rub his hand along Buffy’s bare arm.

“What?” Buffy was caught of guard she was still in a daze from all the information she got.

“It’s getting late. Thought maybe we could just have dinner here, pizza sound good?” he inquired, getting a nod. “Okay, I’ll be right back” she said as he kissed the top of her head and headed into the phone in the kitchen.

Buffy couldn’t believe how messed up William’s childhood was or at least that’s what she thought from what he told her. Finding out at a young age that you’re suddenly an orphan and had only one person to turn to. Knowing that this person was not really that keen about your father. Must have been complicated.

Just as said, William was back in a couple of minutes, plopping down on the couch next to Buffy he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and continued to caress her arm. “Pizza’s gonna be here in about 30 minutes,” he told. “So, what do you think we should do until then?” he asked as he began nuzzling the side of her neck.

Buffy leaned her head to the right to give him access as she let out a moan.

“Do you want to see the rest of the apartment?” she answered him with nod. Offering his hand out, “Let’s go then.”

Just as Buffy thought, the apartment he called home was amazing. The kitchen was enormous to the point that if she lived here she wouldn’t know what to do with the assortment of pots and pans he had, he really does have a passion for cooking. Next stop was his bedroom, William stood in front of the door as if the conceal what was behind, “You ready?”

Buffy just gave him an eye roll as she passed by him and opened the door for herself. She was engulfed by how big the room was but not to the point that it was not comfortable. The walls were covered in a nice shade of blue, which the dark wood color of the furniture just complimented perfectly. In the center of the room was the huge four-posted bed, which Buffy found particularly drawn to. She slowly move towards it and sat on its edge slightly jumping up and down testing the mattress, “comfy” she described.

William gave her a raised brow as he crossed the room to stand right in front of her “You like?”

“Uhuh…” she said with a nod as she pulled him down for a sensual kiss, “I like very much.” He just smiled at her and returned the favor.

As she was kissing her senseless, Buffy was slowly leaning back in bed until she was laying on her back. “Buffy…” she looked up at him and nodded. “But the last time…”

“Shh…” was her reply as she continued kissing him again. To Buffy the last time they had sex it was because of hormones and uncontrolled emotions, now was very much different, tonight they were about to make love.

After that William was just lost in the bliss, as they both shared a night full of passion and the desire, the pizza forgotten.

to be continued...





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