Chapter 4 Chapter Four
Vanessa's Pov
I tried to process what just happened. One second he was right in front of me and the next, he was slammed against the wall.
I gasped. “Danny?”
“Dude, what the fuck!” Marco hissed.
“You're drunk, Marco,” Danny's deep voice rumbles through the air. “Go find your girlfriend. Now!”
Marco said something in Italian and dragged his feet out of the kitchen.
“Come with me.” Danny said.
I grabbed my purse and followed him sheepishly.
He unlocked the door to his room and we both entered.
I turned away from the door to look at him and boy, he was pissed.
I fiddled with my fingers. “Thanks for saving me.”
“You're lucky I came there on time.” he bit out.
“Sure.” I mumbled.
“Why are you here, Vanessa?” He asked, using my full name. And he only does that when he's angry.
The question threw me off but of course, I had an answer for that. “Well, to celebrate Marco's birthday.”
“Didn't Marco just try to rape you?” He stopped right in front of me, practically towering over my small frame.
“He didn't. It was…”
“You don't know that.” He exhaled softly.
I took a step back but his hands found my waist and pulled me closer.
For a second I wanted to push his hand away but when I heard incoming giggles, I panicked.
Oh no.
I grabbed his shirt. “Quick! Kiss me!”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
I looked at the door and then back at him. “Come on! They're —”
Danny's hand fisted the back of my head and without warning, slammed his lips against mine.
The door swung open and a gasp followed. “Sorry. We didn't know you were busy.”
Then the doors closed. Thank God.
I placed my hand on Danny's shirt to stop but he caught it and placed it over his chest. He didn't stop kissing me. And honestly, I didn't stop him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me flush against him. A low moan escaped me when he pinned me to the bed and rolled on top of me.
Right now I don't think. Raw desire had clearly taken over, eradicating every thought of common sense. No Bean. No Marco. Nor party. Just us.
Danny cupped the back of my neck and angled my head so he could deepen the kiss.
God, he tastes just the same.
My fingers sank into his hair as I pulled him slower, wanting more.
“Danny,” I moaned when he cupped my breast.
“Good. Scream my name, darling.” He kissed his way down my neck and chest till he stopped and pinched one of my nipples over my bra. I hissed.
Then he made his way down my stomach to my thighs and tugged down my skirt and underwear.
“Damn, Nessa,” he groaned. “You're killing me.”
“Please,” I panted when he nipped the inner of my thighs.
“Please, what?” He lifted his head to look at me.
I couldn't speak. Couldn't even make out the word if I wanted to. I opened my mouth and a whimper escaped me.
“Use your words, Nessa.” He grinned. “Do I fuck you?”
That sounded hot for no reason and I didn't hesitate to answer.
“Yes!” I said through pants. “Yes —”
I'd barely gotten out a word before he pushed my legs apart and drove into me.
I couldn't stop writhing beneath him, couldn't stop crying. It hurts the way I like it. God, I think I'm messed up in the head.
My back arched off the bed when I finally came down with a shudder.
Stars exploded behind my eyes and I dropped to the bed, panting heavily.
I heard the ruffle of material and shook my head. “No more. I can't…”
My protest split into a moan when he drove two fingers into me.
“Fuck…” I cursed.
“You like that?” Danny asked, kissing my temples as he pulled his fingers out and pushed them in.
I fisted the mattress above me and sighed. This was going to kill me but at least I'll die happy.
Those words trailed off in my head when my eyes caught a glimpse of a hockey helmet in a picture.
“I would rather die than have to associate myself with anything related to hockey.” I had said those words.
Ice water doused the remaining heat in my veins. Of all the voices I wanted to hear in bed…
I swore I wouldn't do anything with hockey players yet here I was, having sex with one.
“Nessa?”
I unwound my arms from his neck. “Sorry.”
He pulled away from me. “Is something wrong?”
I ignored the hurt and confusion on his face and looked away. “Your bathroom?”
“Same place.” He said.
I didn't give any reply. I got off the bed, grabbed what was left of my clothes and ran to the bathroom. After cleaning up, I wore my clothes and slipped out of the room. Thank God he had left too.
I didn't wait for Bean. I sent her a text about being sick and headed home.
The second I got home, I headed into the bathroom and turned down the shower as cold as it would go. The icywater as I had expected, had blasted some fucking sense into me.
I sank to the bathroom floor and sobbed. “What the hell had I done?”
Two days later, I went to Dr. Jenna's office with my application. After the party, I wanted to quit and just head back home to Boston but Bean talked some sense into me. Now, I'm here.
“Come in.” Dr. Jenna said.
I exhaled and entered. Only when I did, my stomach churned.
What was he doing here?
“Have a seat, Vanessa,” Jenna said, her whole face lighting up with a smile. “I thought since you'd like to do your project on hockey then you'd like to work with Danny Glover. He's the captain of the hockey team and an excellent hockey player.”
I would rather jump off the grand canyon with a grenade than work with Danny.
“Umm… ma'am?” I tried to protest but Jenna shook her head. She loves doing that.
“I insist. Who better than to partner with for this project?” She asked with a smile.
Um. Hello? I can work with any other player.
“He's the captain so he must be pretty busy. I can work with other players.” I said, fighting calmness into my voice.
Danny shrugged. “I'm not busy.”
You better shut your mouth, young man.
“I can't do this, ma'am,” I was practically begging at this point. “I'll do anything. Clean your office, babysit your grandkids but not this.”
Danny scoffed. “Am I that horrible of a person?”
I ignored him, still begging my professor.
“That's enough,” Jenna rose to her feet. “I've given you both an assignment. Figure it out kindly, would you. You're free to discuss each other's schedule. Good day.”
That's it. My life is over.
Just two days ago, I slept with Danny Glover. Now, they're making me do my research with him.
Thank you, universe.