Chapter 11 : You Are Burning Up, Kitten
Chapter 11: You Are Burning Up, Kitten
Sophie
I woke up with someone knocking on the door, I groaned, snuggling deeper into my sheets.
“Open up, kitten.”
I shot out of my bed, walking towards the door and opening it. When his eyes fell on me, I realized what I was wearing. Short and tank top which probably showed my nipples that had hardened in the cold. His eyes did a scan on my body, lingering at my breasts and the little hint of my waist because the tank top was small and my legs were exposed. I quickly grabbed a jacket from the hanger beside the door, feeling myself blush before wrapping it around and looked at his outfit. He was wearing sweatpants and a full sleeved shirt, his hair looked like a mess. His dark eyes finally came up to mine as I wrapped the jacket around my body.
“Did you fall asleep after talking to me?” I nodded and he tilted his head.
“Why aren't you talking?”
“You hung up on me.” I muttered, crossing my arms on my chest to hide my nipples and his eyebrows shot up.
“I am sorry, sunshine.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. He ran a hand through my hair as I completely frozen against his chest. He was hugging me.
“Forgive me, please?” He said softly, now running his big palm up and down my spine and making me shiver. I nodded into the hardness of his chest.
“Okay,” I mumbled, pulling away.
“Grab what you need.” He said.
I was a little hesitant about staying the night with him, he must have seen that on my face so he gently cupped it and kissed my forehead and that somehow eased my worries. I grabbed my outfit for tomorrow, which was Saturday, my toothbrush and a few of my necessities. I stepped into my bunny slippers, too sleepy to care if he saw me in them and let him pull me out of the apartment and lock it. He took a hold of my hand, threading his fingers with mine and let me down the stairs. When I sat down in his car seat, I fell asleep.
I woke up with the sub hitting my face. I was laying on something way too comfortable with way too soft blankets surrounding me which smelled way too good as well. And familiar, I shot up. I was in a dark room, on the right were transparent sliding doors which led out to a balcony. They were guarded by translucent black curtains. I was on a giant low bed with white blanket over my body. It was a luxurious room that screamed, I am a dark dude and I have money. On the left were two doors and on the wall opposite to the one which the bed was pressed to had a door in the corner and the rest of the wall was fooked with black and white pictures.
I got out of the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor and shuffled towards the pictures. They were mountains and desert and trees and animals, food and everything. They looked to be taken by a very expensive camera and a very talented photographer. I could tell the work was of one photographer as the style is the same. They were small pictures, about ten inches in width and length and there were so many on the walls. Did Adriano take these pictures by himself?
I knew it was his room because it smells like him. Gosh, I was just a creep. I spotted my bunny slippers in the corner of the room and wore them. My small bag was beside it so I grabbed it and walked into the bathroom. It was large with black walls and everything else white. I quickly brushed my teeth and had a mini freak out session when I realized that he had taken the jacket off. Fuck, he saw my body and everything. But he must have seen a million girls or guys or whoever they preferred. With a face like he and his brothers have, I doubt there was anyone who wouldn't jump in bed with them. Unless they were scared of them, of course, like I was. Just a little now. I dressed in the clothes I had brought, simple jeans and a plain t-shirt then I went to search for my jacket. I walked into the closet, of my goodness. It was no larger than my apartment itself. It looks like a mini showroom of a very expensive brand you can't pronounce right. Rows and rows of clothes and watches and shoes. It was obvious Adriano likes his outfits well.
I grabbed my jacket from where it was out over a brown chair and put it on, running my hand through my hair a few times while looking into the giant mirror in the closet. Finally, I walked out of the room.
I bumped into him on my way out, he picked me up by the waist and sat me down on the kitchen counter before smiling down at me. My eyes widened. I tried to keep my eyes away from his naked tatted torso.
“G..good morning.” I stuttered, blushing because even his sweatpants were low on his hips. I had taken a glance and it was going to make me blush the whole day. He cupped my cheek with one warm and rough hand.
“You are burning up, kitten. What is wrong?” He mocked softly, stepped closer.
“I..I..” I got off the counter from the other side so that it came between us. He raised an eyebrow at me, putting his hands on the counter and making his muscles flex.
“I s..should go.” I mumbled.
“Bye,”
I turned around, ready to charge towards the lift which was across the giant living and luxurious living room. It was visible because the kitchen was open.
“Wait,” he called out and I froze automatically. I bit down on my lip and turned around.
He was leaning against the counter, dark eyes and watching me. He fold his strong inked arms over his impressive chest and I could spot some other tattoo on his body too, different viking runes littered around his abs, a small ying-yang symbol on his right bicep. That was all I could gather in one glance and I liked his tattoos. I like that they were symbols. Realizing that I had been staring way too much time, I tore my eyes away from his abs and looked at his face, knowing mine was blowing up.
“I will put on a shirt.” He said as if knowing his nakedness was seriously affecting me and making me act up. It made me nervous and wet and also scared as the rumors about them infiltrated my mind. Cruel ruthless killers. No one had proof, that didn't necessarily mean that they were innocent.
“And you will eat, then I will drop you off, okay?” I nodded, I can't bring myself to say no.