Angel.....
How dare he show up here after what he did to me? What the hell is he doing here anyways? How did he know I was here? I want to hate him so much but when I look into his hazel eyes I can’t. He makes me weak whenever he looks at me and it doesn’t help that he looks so fucking sexy. All I can think about is riding him until I explode. Wait, where are these thoughts coming from? I need to put some distant between us before I forget that I am even mad at him in the first place. “I don’t give a fuck,” I shove him off me and walk away. Where the hell is a fucking cab when you need one?
I wrap my arms around myself because the night is chilly and I forgot my jacket it seems like it can rain in any second. “Can you stop walking away from me,” he says as he catches up to me. “Can you stop” I say. I notice a cab park at the very corner of the street so I walk towards it. “Fuck this,” I hear him say. I can’t help but to feel disappointed even though I am telling him to leave me alone deep down I don’t want him to leave. I want him to fight for me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I scream as he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Taking you some where were we can talk and you can’t run away” he says.
My stomach starts to feel queasy I feel like all the liquor I’ve drown tonight is threatening to crawl back up. “Put me down!” I order as I fight the urge to throw up. “Nope,” he simply answers. Every step he takes makes me bounce causing me to feel even sicker. “Tabios I am not playing I think I am going to be sick,” I cover my mouth with my hand trying to keep the liquor in. “Fuck,” he quickly puts me on the ground. Everything around me is spinning. I lean into my car for some support. Tabios opens my door and helps me get in once I am safe from falling on my ass I swing my arm away from his “Don’t touch me”. I am still fucking pissed at him. He lets out a breath of frustration as he close my door and mumbles to himself. I don’t even remember giving him my keys.
If he thinks I am going to let him in, he has something else coming his way as soon as I am inside my house I’m locking him out. “So,” he tries to make conversation as he starts the car. I turn up the volume on my stereo to tune him out. He looks over to me and just smirks. I roll my eyes at him. I turn my head to the side to look out the window. I close my eyes hoping to make everything will stop fucking spinning. The sound of the raindrops falling on my windshield makes me open my eyes. I’ve must of falling asleep without knowing. Now that I think about he’s been driving for a while now and it doesn’t take that long to get to my house. I turn down the volume “Where are we going?” I ask as I look around. I have no idea where we are but for some strange reason I feel like I know where I am. “Don’t tell me you forgot,” he smirks. I look around again and that’s when I see it. His house. My heart starts beating fast.
“What the fuck this isn’t my house,” I state the obvious. “I know” he smiles. This isn’t funny. I don’t know if I am going to be able to stay mad at him if we’re all alone in his house. “I want to talk to you and I know this is the only place where I can talk to you without you walking away” he says.
Oh no this isn’t good. “No, no, no” I shake my head as he pulls into his house. “Yes, yes, yes” he mocks me as he turns off the car. I cross my arms in front of my chest “I am not going in there”. There is no saying what can happen if I go inside that house with him. He leans back into the seat “Fine we can talk here”. Fuck I don’t want to have this conversation with him at all. “Look what ever happen between you and Candyy that’s between you and her. I don’t care” I lie. I look down to my hands trying to blink the tears away. The truth of the matter is that I want to know what happen. I want to know if he fucked her. “Nothing happen,” he says. I lift my head to look at him. I am so relief nothing happen but I don’t let him see that.
“Oh why not?” the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “Because she isn’t the one I want” he looks me right in the eyes. I feel like I can’t breathe. He takes my breath away every time he looks at me like that. “She isn’t?” my voice comes out squeaky. What the fuck I am doing? This isn’t good. He brushes my hair off my shoulder and just that simple contact sends jolts all over my body. He leans in and so do I “No,” he whispers. I look down to his lips then back at his eyes. I want to pull away but I can’t he has a pull on me. He dips his head and I close my eyes as our lips touch. For the first time ever I don’t think I just go with it. I tilt my head to the side as I open my mouth to give his tongue permission. His tongue slides inside of me and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth. He lifts me off my seat and sits me on top of his lap. I feel his hard cock through his jeans and I start to rock into him. He growls and I feel it all over. Fuck it. I want this. I want him.
“Stop,” he says as I move my hips. I need some sort of relief. “Why?” I kiss down the side of his neck. He smells so fucking delicious. I need him inside of me. “Fuck Angel,” he moans “you’re going to make me cum in my fucking pants”. I reach to unbuckle is pants. If he is going to cum than I want him inside of me. He grabs my hands “No,”. I feel like I just got slap in my face. “No?” I lean back to look at him “I thought this is what you wanted to fuck me”. I don’t understand why he is stopping me. We both want the same thing.
“I did but I realize I want more,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. He wants more? I can’t give him more all I can give him is my body. “I can’t” I say as I try to climb off him. He holds me by my hips to stay in place “Why?”. My eyes drop to his chest “I just can’t”. He grabs my chin with his hand and lifts it up “That’s not an answer”. He leans in and softy plants a kiss on my lips. I close my eyes to enjoy it. “I know you feel this” he whispers.
I don’t know what it is but I feel it, it’s like this imagery string that pulls me into him. “I feel it” I confess out loud. The sound of lighting frightens me. He tightens his hold on me “I’ve got you”. He has no idea how true that statement is. “Let’s go inside” he says and I just nod my head. I am still in shock of what came out of my mouth. He takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. He opens the door and I climb off him. He grabs my hand to make sure that I don’t run. We make a run for his house.
“Fuck, that water is cold,” he says as we enter his house. I can’t believe I am back here. I look over the room everything looks the same. He still has the same leather sofas and the coffee table. I see he got a bigger TV. My teeth shatter against each other as I shiver from the cold. The leather jacket really didn’t help me stay dry.
“You’re cold?” he steps closer to me. I can’t stop my eyes from staring at the way his shirt is stuck to himself. I can see every single cut and muscles. Damn he is fucking hot. “Angel,” he smirks. “What?” I lift my head to look at him. “I’ll be right back” he walks towards his bedroom. What am I doing here? This shouldn’t be happening. I can’t be back here it took all I had to leave this place the last time I was here. I don’t know if I am going to be able to walk away this time and if I do I am not sure my heart will. I need to leave. I walk towards the door. My hand is on the door knob all I have to do is turn it and leave but I don’t want to leave. Not this time. I can’t leave. I turn back around and walk to the sofa.
“I got you fresh cloths,” he walks in with one of his shirt. “No pants?” I asked him. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t have anything that will fit you” he smirks. I roll my eyes and snatch the shirt from him. “The bath-,” I swing my arm in the air to stop him from talking. “I know where it is”. I walked into his bathroom. I close and lock the bathroom door. I take my heels and cloths off including my bra. I put on his white shirt that fits me like a Sunday dress. I walk over to the mirror to look at my reflection. My eyeliner is smudge under my eyes. I look like a hot fucking mess.I reach for the soap and start washing my face. I tie my hair in a bun. I need to stop procrastinating. Sooner or later I am going to have to walk out this damn door and face him. This needs to be done and there is no better time than now. I inhale like if it was the last time I’ll ever breathe again. I can do this.