Prologue
*BAXTER*
*18 YEARS OLD: FRESHMAN YEAR*
Thank god the day was over. I just wanted to get out of here and get a cup of coffee that I desperately needed. Even if it was late afternoon. I hated school. I was socially awkward and kept to myself. My parents bribed me with giving me my inheritance early. They wanted me to experience college and get to know people. Yeah, not a chance in hell. I was on top of the introverted food chain. If you googled examples of being an introvert then you’d probably find my picture.
But I liked to study people. I found it fascinating to figure out what they are feeling. That's why I kept my hoodie up at all times. I didn't want them thinking I was a creep. I have a gift my parents told me. I could easily make someone talk to me and by someone I mean my parents. They usually chuckled and word vomited their day.
I wish I was social enough to make friends but when classmates try to talk to me, I hide within my hoodie and isolate myself. I'm not trying to be rude but most of my life I was homeschooled. So being social made my awkwardness less appealing.
But that's just me. It was the middle of the school year and I have yet to find a friend, maybe I never will. Which I'm okay with but it would be nice to talk to someone. Be able to hold a conversation about anything. Maybe I could make a safe place when I graduate. A place where people like me could coexist with others. I'm not even sure what I'm talking about but it would be nice to—
Bam… I collided with a human brick.
My eyes locked with the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. His emerald eyes gleamed like gems. His plump lips were impossible to resist, his jawline was perfectly sculpted, his chocolatey brown hair was unruly but pushed back, and his nose was exquisitely symmetrical. "Sorry, man. You okay?" His voice was deep but gentle. I hide myself in my hoodie.
"You're scaring him with your manly voice." To his side was a goddess. Her blue eyes pierced through me, her velvet porcelain skin was flawless, and her blonde hair was fixed in a ponytail showing off her angelic features. Her lips gleamed with clear lip gloss, making them look inviting.
I. Was. In. Heaven.
"I think you broke him, babe," she giggled as she waved her fingers in front of me. His eyes felt like they penetrated inside me. I glanced at his letterman jacket. He must play some sort of sport. I should run and hide. I'd probably do that when I get home. I just wanted to escape this embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I have to go." I rushed past them. My heart beat echoed in my ears. Then I turned right and ran towards where I parked my Black Mercedes S Class. What the hell just happened?
I think I met my crush. The god and goddess. My heart galloped and my body heated just thinking of them. I always knew I was bisexual but my heart wanted both of them, badly.
I shook my head. I need to focus on school and get out of here. I reached my car and unlocked it. But my thoughts went back to them. My chest filled with warmth and desire. But then disappointment struck. They were a couple. They'd never notice me.
*****
Of course it was my luck that I was stuck in line for Starbucks. I took the longer route home. I wanted to stop by the old neighborhood that was like an abandoned town. It was calm and quiet. So I’d go there just to relax my thoughts. But right now my thoughts were jumbled with the gorgeous couple. I needed to find out who they were. I sighed and waited in line. I really needed my caffeine fix first.
I tiptoed and counted to see how many people were in front of me. Four people. And one of them was ordering the whole menu. I really needed to go out and acclimate myself with the human population.
The hairs on the back of my neck lifted and my hands tingled. My gaze averted to a man in a suit. He was attractive and older maybe mid thirties. His jawline clenched. He was sitting by himself as his sad eyes looked out the window. Was he people watching?
Then his eyes landed on me. I could tell he was hurting. He was yelling for help through his gray eyes. I swallowed and averted my gaze quickly. The line moved as I stepped forward. I knew this mystery man was still staring at me. His gaze was penetrating through my periphery. I slightly turned my neck and he continued to stare at me.
His dejected gaze diverted back to people watching. My heart ached. It was like he gave me a piece of himself. This whole reading of emotions was draining at times. I needed to get home and lock myself in my closet. There I'd be able to clear my thoughts and be myself.
It was my turn to order. I scanned the menu but my thoughts went back to this man. I looked over my shoulder and his slumbered gaze was now shifted at the wooden table. Why was I so intrigued with this man?
"Sweetie, are you ready? I have a line." The barista's voice was sweet, so I averted my gaze back to her and she smiled in response.
"I'm sorry." Maybe a coffee was not what I needed. I need something smoother. I ordered a peach tea. I looked over my shoulder once more, my eyes softened, and then back at the barista. "And I'll get a blueberry muffin."
She put in my order and within seconds my name was called. I grabbed my tea and the bag that held the blueberry muffin. I swallowed the bundle of nerves and walked toward this man. I wasn’t a people person but somehow this man needed someone at the moment.
His gaze lifted to me as soon as he saw me walking over. I stopped by his table. His empty gaze made my heart ache. "Hi." I dropped my hoodie with my pinky so he would know I wasn’t being a creep.
"Hi," he replied, his voice empty.
I wasn’t much for words, so I lifted the paper bag and handed it to him. "Maybe something sweet will help you." His gaze just stared at the bag. Did I read him wrong?
His arm extended and a soft smile appeared on his lips. "Thanks, I'm Grant."
"Pleasure, I'm Baxter." A sparkle of hope swirled in his eyes as he appraised me.
There was a long silence as he looked at me. "I think I should leave." But his hand gripped mine, preventing my escape. His eyes pleaded for me to keep him company.
"Please, sit. I...just…" He averted his gaze out the window again. "I need someone to talk to," he said with his shoulders slumped. A soft chuckle left his lips. "You probably want to run and call the cops on me."
I placed my cup on the table and pulled the chair back. I sat and studied him. He had soft features but the dark circles under his eyes told me he wasn't sleeping. His blonde hair was neatly combed to the side. I knew the style of his suit, it must be Tom Ford. He had to be wealthy. All the businesses downtown were made up of investors, high profile fashion designers, expensive jewelry shops, and luxurious hotels, including the one my parents owned.
"Do you need someone to talk to?" My voice was below a whisper.
"Am I that obvious?" He took a deep breath and took out the blueberry muffin. He broke a piece off the top and placed it into his mouth. He chewed and that's when I noticed a soft smile on his lips. "This is good. Thanks."
I sipped on my tea. I'd just let him talk.
"My husband asked for a divorce. I didn't see it coming. I thought we were in a good place. But he's been unhappy for a while now," he told me as his gray eyes darkened. I noticed he swallowed heavily before he spoke again. "Why didn't I see the signs?"
Then I saw the stack of papers on the side and a briefcase on the floor by his dress shoes. His tired eyes gave it away. He was working too much.
"Maybe you should ask him on a date? Like old times," I suggested, and his eyes locked on mine. It's like he knew what the underlying problem was.
He closed his eyes. "Work has been hectic and all I do when I get home is take a shower and knock out. Sometimes I forget he spent the whole evening cooking us the perfect meal. I don't want to lose him. He's my world. I can't lose him," he said desperately as his gaze averted out the window again.
My eyes followed where they went. It was a couple. The man had a woman pressed on the driver door. They smiled and pecked each other. It was a private moment but it was intimate and passionate. "I remember in high school, he would do that with me. It was our usual goodbye. I miss that." I noticed a tear fall down his cheek. He quickly wiped it. My heart ached. It was like I was feeling his pain and loneliness.
"Then recreate that scene. Surprise him with dinner and go to your old high school. Or somewhere similar. You still love him. I see it in your eyes. Don't lose hope. Don't lose him." A spark lit up in his eyes as I spoke. He now wore a determined look. A soft smile spread on his lips.
"Thank you, Baxter. A weight was lifted off my shoulder. I'm going to do that tonight. You should do this for a living. You have a gift, Baxter." I placed my hand over his and he squeezed it gently.
"Don't give up," I told him as I retraced my hand and stood up. "I need to get home."
He nodded. I waved goodbye. I stopped by the door as he kept eating his muffin. Then I saw his handsome smile again. My heart galloped with joy. A puff of pride expanded in my chest. Now to wallow in my self pity.
*****
I entered my house quietly. I wanted to avoid my parents and Rupert. I walked up the curved stairs.
"Son." I immediately stopped. It was my dad.
He stopped a couple of stairs down. "What, were you not going to give your dad a hug?" I walked down and let him take me into his arms. "My sweet boy," he cooed as he kissed the top of my head. "How was school?"
I shrugged. "Same ol', same ol’." I hated school.
"You okay? You look off," he questioned as his navy blue eyes studied me.
"I'm tired dad. Can I just go to my room, please?"
His worried eyes kept scanning me. "Of course. I'm here if you need anything." He pecked my forehead as I squeezed his arm.
I was drained, talking with Grant was draining plus adding my flared emotions to the most beautiful couple I saw. Yeah, I was done with tonight.
I entered my room. My eyes glanced outside my floor to ceiling windows. The purple, orange, and pink hue filled the night sky. I took my chucks off and immediately went into my walk-in closet. I opened another door which led me to my dark cavern. I entered and laid on the soft carpet. I felt around for Albert the bear. I held him and closed my eyes. I immediately was transported in a deep slumber.
*****
I opened my eyes and saw the reflection through the mirror. I was in a dimly lit bathroom. The purple neon lights highlighted the shadows of the walls.
But my image was me, an older me. My hair was combed in a stylish hairstyle. The front fell neatly forward as the back was nicely pushed back. My blue eyes gleamed like diamonds. I had a light beard. I studied my gray suit and then noticed my arms filled the arms of the blazer. I had muscles. Emotions flared inside me. I lifted my hands and they weren't the same. They were masculine. Was I dreaming?
Then I heard a knock on the door. "Babe, come out. We are waiting for you?" My heart stopped. His voice was familiar. I quickly beelined to the door and opened it. And there he was. My dream guy, shirtless and only in black boxer briefs. His emerald eyes were full of lust and desire. "What's taking so long?" He pulled me into his huge frame. He kissed my neck and then licked. My cock immediately responded. "Mmm, I see you're ready," he moved his hips as his bulge rubbed against mine. "She's ready babe."
She?
I linked his fingers with mine. He pulled out of the on suite bathroom. The room was filled with exotic pictures of women in lace undergarments and men covering their private area. The purple neon lights extended through the dim room. Then my eyes landed on her. Her legs were spread open. Her plump breast in black lace but her bottom half exposed.
Her blonde hair fanned across the black silk sheets. Her fingers massaging her pink pussy. "Baby, come taste," my heart rate quickened as the blood left my brain and to my cock.
His fingers took off my jacket. "She tastes so fucken good," he licked my earlobe.
"Baby, please. I need your mouth on my pussy," her pale blue eyes flared with lust. I walked to the edge of the bed. I gripped her ankles and pulled her towards the edge. I kneeled and opened her legs. My mouth watered at her pretty pussy. He stood next to me. I glanced up at his handsome face. He pulled his boxer briefs down. His thick cock bounced in front of me.
"Lick her pussy and then suck me off with her cum," her sweet elixir dripped out of her. She must have came. A fire erupted in my chest as I sank down and licked her clit.
"Ohh my god," she grabbed the back of my head and moved her hips to her satisfaction. I licked and sucked her engorged nub. My cock ached and needed to be free.
"I'm not god but you'll see heaven in a couple of seconds," I muttered as my tongue massaged her pussy and then her clit. She moaned and then yelled in satisfaction. Her legs convulsed and her pussy tightened. Clear sweet cum lathered my mouth.
"Baby, ohh my god," her hands pulled my hair. She let go as I lifted my head. He was stroking himself. I looked up at his blazing emerald eyes. My lips were coated with her release.
"Suck it," his thick cock head was in front of me. I opened my mouth and licked the salty cum. I closed my mouth and swallowed him whole. "Fuck yeah, baby," his hips moved back and forth. "Ohh god, I'm not going to last," he pumped a few more times and then my mouth was filled with his warm cum. He grunted as his cock pulsed in my mouth. He held the back of my head. "Yeah take it all down your throat."
I swallowed every drop. He lifted me off the ground and pecked my swollen lips. "I'm so glad you created DollHouse."
She came behind me and kissed my neck. "I'm so glad you're with us."
I jolted up. I opened my eyes. I was in complete darkness. My body was an inferno. My heart rate pulsed in my ears. Then I felt something wet in my pants. I lifted the waistband of my underwear and sticky fluid covered the fabric. I was dreaming. I slumped my shoulders. I was back to reality. I filled my lungs with much needed air.
But one word caught my attention.
DollHouse.
Authors Note: Hi my lovely readers. I'm back and ready to write. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. Just life and health happened. So I hope you enjoy this journey of the DollHouse series. Starting with Welcome To DollHouse. It has been requested a couple of times from readers that read it on the Chapters app. Thank you for the support and feedback is always welcomed. Follow my Instagram and Facebook group for updates, work in progress, and so much more. Links on my profile.
