I laughed at what he said. No way was I going to kiss Axel Rodriguez. He was my friend and we do not kiss friends.
A scowl appeared on his face and then he looked thoroughly frustrated. He ran through his black hair roughly as he does it whenever he was irritated.
“Kiss you?” I said in a bewildered voice before giggling again. “I don’t think anybody cares if we kissed. We sure as hell don’t need to practice.”
His dark brown eyes snapped to mine and glared, “God, you are the most aggravating woman I have ever met.”
I dismissed his angry comment and bent down to remove my heels. Sighing when my toes were freed from it. I held them in one of my hands and looked up at him with a happy smile. I won’t let his sour mood get to me.
“I am not. I’m practical because we don’t need kissing to show that we are a couple.” I explained before walking ahead of him. I heard him sigh and muttered something about clueless before running to catch up to me.
Tomorrow was a rest day. No plans were made from the bride or the groom. They wanted the family and relatives to spend a day exploring the city. My parents will be going to find a place to play court tennis. That leaves Axel and me to decide what we want to do.
Together we walked in silence back down the sidewalk to the hotel. It gave me a little bit of time to look at the city. Music can be heard distinctly. The soft Mediterranean sunset cast a warm glow over the city.
Axel and I made it back to the hotel in record time. My father was walking to the bar in the hotel when he caught sight of us. He lifted a hand to stop us.
“Ah, I am glad to see you two here.” My dad said but he was looking at Axel when he said it. “I was about to go the bar for a few drinks. How about you come along with me. We can talk man to man.”
My eyes widening slightly, I glance between dad and Axel. Axel nodded his response and turned to me.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I pulled him away from my father.
“Going to have drinks with your dad.” He answered in an obvious tone.
Glaring I poked him in the chest, “I am not coming down to get you, Axel Damien Rodriguez. You know you don’t take alcohol very well.”
“I’m fine.” He literally snapped at me and I can see he was still irritated with me.
Huffing, I squared my shoulder and put on a determined face, “Fine. Go then.”
He turned and walked away with my father towards the bar. I huffed and growled angrily like an upset woman before stomping barefoot upstairs. I made it to the hotel room and got undress. I changed into plaited red and black pajama pants and into a white tank top before crawling into bed with George.
Axel wasn’t much of a drinker. He does it on rare occasions and often I find him coming home and knocking on my apartment door. If he wanted to drink even though he knows his alcohol tolerance level is weak then I won’t stop him.
I rested my head on the pillow but after laying down and trying to go to sleep I couldn’t. Huffing I pounded my pillow hard to fluff it and laid back down. George flopped and rolled away from me as if he can sense my frustration with Axel.
I counted to a hundred in my head. I even tried singing myself to sleep. Almost an hour has gone by and I was becoming thoroughly upset. I couldn’t stop worrying if the man will get lost on the streets or end up in someone else’s hotel room and then I started imagining him being arrested.
“Oh, for all that it’s worth!” I snarled like the Grinch on Christmas Eve and picked up George to glare at him. “We will not go downstairs to check on him.”
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Ten minutes later, I was on the elevator ride down to the ground floor.
I followed the direction they had went earlier and heard loud music and laughter coming from that area. I wandered in and a few people stopped to look at me. My eyes wandered the place until I found them sitting by the counter and laughing together as if they were old friends.
I walked over to them and when my dad saw me he giggled like a school girl and pointed with his index finger.
“Looks like your woman came down.” He snickered.
I rolled my eyes and looked over at Axel who had turned in his seat to look at me. He flashed me a million dollar smile but his eyes were half closed.
“Well if it isn’t the woman who wouldn’t kiss me.” He pouted, and his words slurred together.
“It still amazes me how stupid men can be,” I muttered before walking up to him. I slipped an arm around his waist and the other to hook one of his arms over my shoulders.
“C’mon. Let’s go.” I told him.
“But I still want to drink.” He whined.
“Ryleigh, let the man be the man.” My dad tried to scold me. I turned around to look at him.
“I’m sending mom down to get you.” I snapped.
His back straightened but he swayed slightly, “Yes, sir!”
“Good night, Mr. Friedman. I had a great time.” Axel waved his hands and smile like a two-year-old. When did these two become best buds?
I went back to carrying Axel out of the bar and towards the elevator. It wasn’t easy, he is a very tall man and packed a ton of muscle on him. I groaned when we finally got into one and let him fall against the elevator wall while I tried to catch my breath.
“You should have listened to me. We both know you can’t drink.” I muttered bitterly.
He chuckled, ”Hermosa, I did it because I was angry at you.”
“Obviously.” I huffed. The elevator opened, and I moved to hold him upright again. Together we walked to our room, I struggled with holding him up and putting the key card in.
Eventually, I got the door open, went inside with him, closed the door, and then walking to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap. I picked up the phone and dial my mother’s number. I told her where dad was before hanging up.
Sighing, I tossed the phone on the bed and then moved to help him up from the bed.
“C’mon, let’s brush that mouth of yours. We don’t want beer breath.” I muttered.
He chuckled and allowed me to carry him to the bathroom. I put some toothpaste on his toothbrush before handing it to him. He had some trouble at first but was able to brush his teeth.
Leaning against the counter I watched him with my arms crossed. He was looking at me while brushing his teeth.
“Why did you do it?” I asked.
He bent down and rinsed out the toothpaste before moving to stand in front of me. His hands braced against the counter on my sides. He leaned down so close that if he moved another inch, his nose will brush up against mine. I used my hands to press against his chest to stop him from coming any closer but I couldn’t help but notice his hard muscular chest and the urge to explore it with my hands.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” He retorted.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I couldn’t understand why he wants us to kiss. Friends don’t kiss.
“Y-you’re my friend,” I whispered. I felt his hands moved from the counter to grab me around my hips then he slowly moved his way up my sides. Heat travels through my body and straight to my core. I bit my lips to stop a reaction.
His hooded eyes were on my lips and suddenly the air became very thin.
“Axel...” I whispered softly.
“Kiss me, Ryleigh.” He ordered in a low husky voice.
“Should.” He leaned down another fraction. I gulped, feeling my heart beat faster with each second. My hands were still firmly on his chest. The room was suddenly getting hot or it might just me running out of the air. I can’t seem to decide which one is it with Axel being so close.
“Kiss me, Ryleigh.” He repeated.
“Axel...” I breathed.
“Or are you afraid that you might feel something that you shouldn’t?” He asked.
It amazed me that just a few minutes ago he was completely drunk but now he was acting almost completely sober. My lips parted nervously and his eyes flicker to that small little action.
“If you truly are immune to my charms, then kissing me won’t affect you at all.” He reasoned.
I can do this. It was just kissing. I mean, it can’t hurt. I lifted my chin slightly and moved in. He saw that I have conceded. He leaned forward and finish that last half inch and our lips met. One of his hands snaked up to cup my cheek, bringing me closer. My breath hitched in my throat.
His lips were soft and hot. The way he brought my lower lips in between his, sucking in and tugging on it sent jolting fireworks to my core. My fingers curled around his shirt for sanity. He groaned and slipped his tongue in-invading the warm cave of my mouth, playing and intertwining with my tongue.
I heard him groan with pleasure. His hands moved down my backside, grabbing onto my butt and hoisting me up and onto the counter. I should stop it but the way he moved his mouth and his tongue it was addicting. I couldn’t get enough. His hands moved from my hips down to my legs. He lifted them up and urge me to wrap it around his waist.
When I felt his sudden hard member pressed against my core, it was then I woke up and pulled back.
His lips were swollen from the kiss and his dark brown eyes were almost smoldering black-heated with desire.
I gave a shaky laugh, “There. I did it. No effect at all.”
I pushed him away from me and hopped down from the counter. My legs shook, and I felt like my core was crying out wanting more contact. I hurried out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“You should take a shower...uh...a cold one,” I mumbled before crawling into bed. My cheeks were flaming up and my heart was still racing in my chest. My body was screaming for something but even I couldn’t understand.
I moved George between us again and scooted all the way to the edge of the bed to give Axel and I enough room. I fell asleep before he came out of the bathroom.
The next morning, I woke up feeling extremely comfortable. I sighed and snuggled deeper into the bed, but again, realization hits and I snapped up, no longer sleepy. I looked down at Axel who had thrown George to the foot of the bed and pulled me back to the center of the bed where he had an arm wrapped around me. AGAIN!
I turned around to give him a piece of my mind but remembered our heated kiss last night. Immediately, heat crawled back up my cheeks and I made a dash for the bathroom before he was awake.
I closed the door quietly and leaned against it.
I’m immune to him. I shouldn’t feel this way...