Already done. I guess there’s no point in convincing a rich man to not make an expensive purchase.
As he stands to finish packing, I grab his glasses off his face and hold them in the air. Raising a brow, he crosses his muscular arms against his chest.All I see are very defined abs, covered in ink, and I’m not mad about it at all.Rising on my knees, I tap my grinning mouth with my index finger, signaling if he wants to see clearly, he needs to kiss me.
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome grips me tightly around my throat and brings my mouth to his with a darkened gaze.
Before his lips touch mine, I whisper, pulling back slightly, “Say please.”
His fingers tighten on my neck as his eyes turn heavy from desire. I should have mentally and physically prepared myself more because once he whispers out hoarsely, “Please,” I’m putty in his arms.
Dropping his glasses on the bed, I run my fingers through his hair as he claims my mouth with his own.
His lips are demanding, like a wildfire, like lightning striking the ground during a storm, like the first hit on my drums during a concert. He consumes me until I feel empty without him. I wonder how I lived without his touch and his uplifting words.
Pushing me flat on the bed, he leans over me and grasps my hips as he sucks my bottom lip in his mouth, making me let out a soft, breathy moan after it pops back in place. Before I know it, our teeth are tugging at each other’s lips, and our fingers are twisting in each other’s hair and pulling. His tongue slips in my mouth as he claims me.
Ruins me.
I’m the first to pull away but lay another soft kiss on his swollen, parted lips when they follow mine for more.
“Stella’s here,” I warn, out of breath, not wanting his sister to see anything she shouldn’t.
I open my eyes, and his body heat disappears from my own, suddenly making me feel cold.
Standing to his full six-three frame over me, he runs a hand down his face while groaning. “One day, I’m going to kiss you so much without the fear of interruption that you won’t be able to talk. I’m giving you my warning right now, so run if you want to.”
He looks down at me, and I smile up at his frustrated face while making myself comfortable on his bed as my reply to his “warning.” Throwing his head back, he pinches his nose before walking back to his closet.
“Talk all you want these next two days because when I get back, I’m going to become a very selfish man and take all your words for myself.”
“Please do,” I tease, yelling at his back.
In response, he launches a pair of cleanly folded socks at my head.
* * *
I don’t know why I always do this to myself. I always regret it and tell myself I’ll never do it again. But his phone was sitting right there, begging me to go on it to check my Instagram. I know Levi has no problem with me going through his phone, so I started snooping on myself as he showered quickly.
An obvious mistake on my part. One I regret now when tears gather in my eyes. I was doing great, but now? Back to square one.
Why do people hate me?
People’s hateful words fill up my entire comment section. Telling me in many rude ways that I’m not good enough for Levi and he should be with someone prettier. I see the normal insults thrown my way and crave to reply back that they’re not original. But I’m nicer than that. I just want peace. Is that too much to ask for?
So, like always, I keep my mouth shut and feel the wounds their bullets make through my flesh.
“Hey, what are you doing?” A little hand takes the phone from my hands and tosses it to the ground.
I watch it bounce on the hardwood with a wince. Looking over, I find a sleepy-looking Stella, who just woke up from her nap. Rubbing her eyes with her fists, she yawns. I beg to God his phone didn’t break.
“Stella,” I warn, making my way to her brother’s hopefully-not-cracked phone.
Crouching down on the ground, I turn it screen side up right as Levi decides to emerge from the bathroom.
“Was my phone launched across the room?” he asks, stopping in place in only gray sweatpants while drying his short brown hair with a towel.
Closing my gawking mouth, I smile shyly at him. “Maybe.”
“She was looking at what you told me was a no-no!” Stella yells, running to his side and holding his leg with a pout. “I didn’t mean to throw it, but I didn’t want Lia to get sad.”
