Chapter 25 TRYING TO KEEP MY HANDS OFF HER
25.
~RAFAEL~
I don't know how to avoid Kimberly again, I don't know how long I am going to keep on with this cold demeanor around her so she would be convinced that we can't have anything together.
Or how she acts so flushed around me, it fucking riles me up in a way I've grown to like a little bit too much. Maybe I should have accepted her decision of renting an apartment closer to the school, she's probably shocked and angry that I didn't agree to it because of one stupid facade we're trying to keep.
I don't even think about the deal again or about Rita Williams, or the lawsuit I still have in court, my head is filled with fucked up thoughts about this woman.
How do I keep my hands off her? Or resist the urge of kissing those full small lips until she's out of breath?
Maybe I should propose a casual sex to her so I can get this sick obsession I have with her for once and for all?
Casual conversations? Housemates? A platonic relationship?
Fuck that. When all I want to do is plant her ass on the stained board and fuck her until she can't take it anymore?
After two hours of watching and boring my gaze on her voluptuous curves which is threatening to burst out of her tight pants with her legs curled under her butts instead of watching her select the right colors to paint the damn house, she finally speaks up again.
"Would you like this paint for your room? I mean, I might have to be there once in a while?" Kimberly asks in a careful tone, as if she's on edge around me, scratch that, Kimberly Sloane is always on edge around me and she looks pretty as hell anytime she makes that nervous face.
"Suit yourself, Kimberly." I mumble, grinding my legs against each other to hide my burgeoning cock under the pants.
Can she even take me? She looks like she will break after a few thrusts. And there's no way I would want to pull out after a few thrusts of this attractive woman.
Her expression turns a little bit moody, I clear my throat and watch her stretch her body, outlining her heavy breasts which are sprawled over her small waist.
I let myself imagine how they would feel in my hands, would they fit? Are they soft?
"Fuck." I mutter under my breath, clearing my throat again.
Raising my body up, I dust my pants clumsily, ready to get the hell out of here.
"You're leaving?"
Glancing at my wristwatch, I spare her a look and nod."It's a new day already, we will continue this later in the night."
As if I'm interested in choosing any damn colours, Kimberly presses her lips and nods in agreement.
"You're right, we need to grab some sleep."
"Sure."
Taking the lead, I walk out of the room and feel her taking measured steps behind me, without taking a break, I thread upstairs, until she's right in front of her own room.
"Goodnight, Rafael."
The way my cock sprains painfully in my pants as my name rolls on her mouth makes me groan, is this how she's going to sound under me later?
Because I'm fucking Kimberly Sloane before the end of this deal else my body will literally turn to toast.
"Goodnight, Kimberly." I manage to grumble the words out, not giving her a damn spare so she won't see the need to have her on my face.
A soft bang comes from her room. She's already inside.
"Fuck." I growl, heading to my room to fist myself off under a hot running shower.
~THE NEXT MORNING~
I open the door quickly just to see an angry Rowan glaring at me with heaps of boxed clothes in front of me.
"Fuck you." He bites out in anger.
Smirking, I widen the door up for him to take them in and we both carry them together up the stairs right in front of Kim's room.
"I'm not your fucking personal assistant." He adds again.
Rowan has every right to be mad at me judging from how I called her early this morning to go to the department stores I've partnered with to bring in some outing clothes and accessories for Kimberly.
She's starting school today and I don't think she has enough clothing for that.
"Stop being mad, you look like a drenched angry Cock right now."
He tightens his lips and glares at me again."Did you just compare me to your dick?"
"Pervert." I roll my eyes.
"Do I have to meet with her now? You know how women go crazy about their morning looks? I don't want to freak her out?"He asks with concern laced on his face.
He's partially being true to himself right now and it fucking breaks me, Rowan is just not ready to see another Frederick's victims, that's why he's been avoiding coming to my house.
But the door to Kimberly's room suddenly jars open, I watch him become pink and a nervous wreck as Kimberly emerges.
She's in a small A-shape gown which hides her curves a bit, her hair is rolled up in a messy bun and eyes barely open, she looks so fucking attractive this morning and my dick is more than happier to see her.
"Hey." She greets, darting her eyes between me and Rowan.
"Uhm, Hi, I'm Rowan, One of Rafael's employees." He introduces in a shaky voice, Rowan is trying to give Kim the impression that he's not close to me, hence doesn't know about the deal or her history with the Rollers.
"I know you're Rafael's friend. Hi!" Kim gives him a knowing smile and offers him a handshake.
"Shit...oh, sorry...Hi. Is your partner here?" He blurts awkwardly,filling his hand in hers.
"No, She's out of town."
"Thank fuck." He says breathily."I'm leaving, we will see later."
"Oh, I can make you a cup of coffee, just..."
"No, next time." Rowan smiles at her, he's more relaxed.
I watch Kim in awe, she's so in character that there's no hint of awkwardness in her voice.
"Bye." Rowan mouths at me before finally leaving.
Once he's out of sight, I turn to Kim and lean at the door frame.
"What's this?" She asks, avoiding my gaze and stares down at the boxes in front of her.
"They're clothes in your sizes, this should be enough for a while."
Kim's head snaps at me in surprise immediately, her eyes twinkle in amazement.
"You don't have to do this but....Thank you." She nods, not daring to reject my offer.
We both know she needs them badly so rejecting it will be stupid.
"Sure." I mumble, trying to maintain a steady demeanor.
"Uhmmm, I was going out to make some toast and coffee, you want some?" She asks, rearing her shortest finger in the direction of the kitchen.
I nod, a little bit surprised that she's offering to make breakfast for me. Maybe because I gave her a go ahead to talk to me casually last night."Sure, Housemates do whip breakfast for themselves sometimes." I give her a small grin before walking out.
Yes, I'm that petty, if she thinks calling me a housemate is what I deserved even though my cock is going through hell because of her, then, I'm going to make sure the title sticks as long as ever.