Chapter 28

Angel

I woke up the next morning in the large room that was assigned to me. The very comfortable black mattress that made it seem as though I had rested on a cloud was king sized. As I rise to a sit-up position and stretch my arms, the silk grey sheet that covered my body entirely melted off of my breast while I yawned. I didn't bother to pick it up, I was alone, so there was no need to cover up. The sun shone through the blinded windows about the room, illuminating it with just enough light.

Then that's when I saw it, from the corner of my eye, only a quick blurred silhouette of their muscular back came into view in the corner of my eye.

Causing me to jerk my head and look at it, I could tell right away it was Gray. Since I've seen their back quite a few times by now. Slowly their form began to shift beneath the sheet, I noted the lack of clothing about their body as well. They were naked. "Good morning beautiful," their voice said to me. It was sluggish and sleepy sounding, and just like the first time I woke up in the same bed as them, goose bumps began to crawl about my skin.

Quickly I grabbed for the sheet and bundled it up over my chest as I looked down at them. I couldn't believe they actually came, I couldn't believe their words were no bluff. "Why are you here Gray. You said you'd be too busy."

"I know exactly what I said, now lay back down and go to sleep, your lesson can wait until later."

"Or, would you rather to have your lesson now?" They continued to say, eyeing me like a hungry lion. Now I knew exactly what they meant by 'lesson', it was way to obvious now. Before, over the phone, I couldn't guess whatever the lesson could be. Not from their tone, nor from their choice of words. I was expecting a beating, or to be humiliated for simply disobeying them. "I don't want or need any kind of lesson. You had no reason to come here."

Gray would then slowly sit-up next me, not caring that the sheet that covered their breast fell and gave me clear view of their perfect skin. I averted my eyes from them, looking off somewhere else to avoid having my eyes trail.

"Princess, you know, I can't choose whether I should say you are lucky to be a virgin, since I can't give you the rough fucking that I wholeheartedly wish to give you, for disobeying me. For giving me attitude. Or, if I should say you are lucky for being a pure woman still because you get to avoid my wrath in these bed sheets."

As they slowly spoke in their sleepy, raspy voice that was once sluggish before, I felt their warm fingers trail down my spine slowly, starting at the top in the middle of my shoulders and make their way down lower.

"I guess you should call me lucky."

I say plainly, desperately attempting to hold in the shudder within me at the feeling of their fingers caressing a trail on the surface of my skin. Gray's voice alone had erupted a fire in my core, and I needed to get far away from them as soon as I can before I give into the temptation that tries me.

I rose from my spot in the bed, climbing out of the large bed and onto my feet. My bare feet making contact with the cold tile floor. 'How I wish this floor had carpet or atleast a large rug so I could escape this cold.' I thought to myself with a cold shiver. I had tossed away the sheet, not caring to take it with me or that Gray would get a show of my naked body.

Though, that thought still made me nervous no matter how many times we have showered together by now, and no matter how times they've already caressed almost every inch of me as well. It wasn't something I was getting used to, and to be fair I didn't want to get used to it either.

The thought of being shy in front of your partner, not that Gray was my partner, excited me. To me it meant I was still in love because I was shy. Though to each their own.

Once I was in the walk in shower, this one only having one head, I began to cleanse myself of all of yesterdays dirt. Physically and mentally, it was always good to get rid of the negativity.

Suddenly, I felt a hand snake itself around my wrist, keeping me from washing myself. Their breath against my neck caused for my breathing to hitch for only a moment. Their body pressed into mine, forcing me against the black tile wall. Then, with slow caressing of their lips against my neck, they were in my ear. Their breath grazing the surface of my lobe. "I can't stand not being able to have you when I want you..." they whispered lowly, almost a soft hungry growl could be heard in their words.

"But, when you come to me Angel, I'll make sure that you never want to turn back."

They say, their other hand trails over my shoulder, down my chest, then it circles around a nipple. Their touch was so gentle, and I was so sensitive that, that small little action got a soft moan out of me. For which they smirked against my ear before retreating.

This teasing game of theirs I was becoming fed up with. It was already hard enough to resist my urges without them teasing me, but every time they teased me the more difficult and of a challenge it became not to retaliate.

It was only a matter of time before I gave in.

After we showered, I was quick to get dressed and attempt to leave my- Gray's room.

"Your cast comes off today Angel, so don't stray to far."

"I assume you'll be on a plane to New York by that time?"

My hand was wrapped loosely around the doorknob, I hadn't even turned around to meet eyes with them as I asked my assuming question. "I never said I was leaving for New York. I can handle my business while I'm here with you."

Their words forcing a deep breath and an eye roll out of me. 'Now they have time for me?!' Was all I could think. It took an upset phone call between me and them for them to make time for me? For them to want to join me on this vacation? For gem to become less busy and want to have time for me? I wanted to laugh, really.

All of this was starting to be unrealistically funny to me. One moment I was wasting my breath trying to convince them to not be apart from me, the next I was upset and cursing at them, telling to not even call me, another I was crying, and all in a span of a few months I had become attached to them.

Part of me just wished they'd let Cayla kill me, maybe then I'd be released of this torture.

I was and was not confused. My emotions were confused and fighting with one another. My gut and my heart had drawn swords at each others necks and were now indulging in a conversation on who is correct. My heart wanting me to throw myself at them and be happy, but my gut wanted to walk away and take this vacation for what it was meant to be. To take this time and avoid them the entire stay, so what if they came for me. That's how part of me felt, while the other was helplessly in love.

My fingers around the doorknob had tightened as my teeth gritted together in a confused attempt to gather my thoughts and allow my brain to choose which side was I rooting for currently. I didn't know what it was I wanted to do, both were difficult options to take a pick from.

They had hurt me, I needed to take that into account. They were the one who sent me away. They were also the one who didn't claim me as their woman. Another sharp breath left me as I slowly pulled the door open.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of my stay, you are free to have your room back."

Then, I was gone.