Chapter 9. Come Get Me
Angel and I walked into the foyer hand in hand. We both stopped. Angel’s parents were there.
They both shared a surprised look and then looked back to us.
“Hey, what are you two doing here?” Angel asked them.
“We need to talk,” Aria said.
Angel looked over to Lorenzo, one of the butlers. “Lorenzo, will you please take these upstairs to my room,” Angel said, holding up my bags.
“I can,” I argued as I took the bags from Angel.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I turned to look down over the foyer. Angel, Aria, and Ace were gone.
I wondered if they hated me for hurting Angel. Maybe they will be upset that he took me back. I realized I didn’t really need to bring my clothes.
Angel had bought me all types of clothes during my stay. He bought me anything from casual to sleepwear to cocktail dresses. Any type of clothing you could think of was in the closet. This closet had only my things in it, which was ridiculous.
Nobody needs this many clothes–I thought to myself as I put my clothes away. After I managed to get everything put away, I went downstairs to the living room.
After several minutes, Angel came in, and I heard the front door shut. I stayed sitting on the couch.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, I have to run out. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. I’m sorry, something came up,” Angel said.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, everything is fine,” he said.
“Are they upset that I’m here?” I asked. I looked down at my hands as I spoke.
“No, why would they be?”
I stood up and closed the distance between us. I wrapped my arms around Angel’s waist. “Because of everything that happened and what we went through.”
“They’re not like that, mami. If I’m happy, they’re happy,” he murmured.
“Are you happy?”
“How do you even have to ask me that? I couldn’t be happier,” he said. He gripped my face between his hands and kissed me softly.
I smiled. “Me too,” I told him.
“If you’re hungry, you can have the maids make you something, or you can order something,” he said. “I shouldn’t be gone too long.”
“Okay,” I said.
He pressed his lips to mine once more before he turned and headed out to the foyer.
I headed off to the kitchen to find something to eat. I didn’t want to make the maids cook for me. I was used to doing things myself, and that wouldn’t change just because my boyfriend was rich.
After I showered, I got dressed in one of the short satin nightgowns that Angel bought me. I pulled the long satin robe over it. It was nearly nine o’clock, and he still wasn’t home. I was starting to worry, but I didn’t want to call and bother him.
I went out to the balcony to stargaze. It was beautiful out here. You couldn’t get this type of view in the city or at the college.
There was a blunt in the ashtray. I pursed my lips as I debated. Ah to hell with it, I’m sure he has plenty of weed. I took it from the ashtray and lit it.
I inhaled the smoke deeply before exhaling. I didn’t smoke often, but it helped me relax and sleep. I didn’t want to sleep, but it was a bit lonely here without Angel. It’s not fun to have such a large house to yourself.
“Are you smoking my weed?”
I jumped and spun around to face Angel. My long white satin robe twirled around me. The wind blew and blew the robe out behind me, revealing the nightgown. The nightgown wasn’t really appropriate for anyone to see me in but him.
Angels gaze swept over me.
“You want it? Come get it,” I teased.
He smirked as he walked toward me. He took the blunt from me and lit it. He inhaled deeply then exhaled.
He stared at me for a moment before he spoke. “I don’t really need it with you here. You get me far higher than anything else could,” he murmured.
If he keeps talking like that, my ovaries are sure to explode.
He reached behind me and put the blunt out. His chest was nearly pressed to mine. He looked down at me. The look in his eyes was intense enough to knock me off my feet.
“If you’re going to stay here, there are some things you need to know,” Angel murmured.
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah? And what is that?”
“First of all, you can never leave.”
“Angel,” I started. I thought he was going to bring up my leaving in the past. Of course, I could understand his worry.
“Secondly,” he said, his voice seemed deeper than before. “I’m going to do so many bad things to you.”
A giggle bursted out of me. “Show me,” I purred.
A low growl escaped him as he gripped my hips and hoisted me up. As he carried me inside, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my lips to his.
My heart and lungs went into overdrive. How can someone be so imperfect yet perfect to you? Some part of me was broken up about how long we were apart. I hated that we lost so much time.
Angel placed me back on my feet at the edge of the bed. His mouth trailed up my jaw and down my neck.
My breathing quickened as his hand trailed up my hips. I arched my head to give him better access.
When his hands reached my shoulders, he gripped onto the robe and slowly pushed it down. His lips trailed lightly across my shoulder as he pushed the robe further down.
I dropped my arms to let the robe slip the rest of the way off. I clutched onto his shirt and pushed it up. I was getting impatient. His shirt landed somewhere on the floor behind him.
After his jeans dropped around his ankles, I pulled his cock free from his boxers. A loud groan escaped him when I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started stroking it.
“Fuck, mami. You don’t know what you do to me,” he groaned. His patience seemed to dissipate altogether. His hand disappeared beneath my lingerie. He ripped the thong I was wearing.
“Angel,” I gasped.
He didn’t say a word. He lifted the satin over my head. There were no more clothes in between us.
My touch was light as a feather as I trailed a couple of fingers down his torso. A shiver rolled down his spine, and his gaze locked with mine.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured. His gaze swept over my body. After his eyes received a full view of my body, he closed the small distance between us. Our bodies became one as we fell back onto the bed.
Angel wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me to the top of the bed. He opened a condom and rolled it down his hard cock. I felt his tip at my entrance. It felt like I would go over the edge before he could even enter me.
My eyes met his as he thrusted inside of me. A loud moan escaped me. I hadn’t been with anyone since him. It took me a moment to adjust to his size.
He grunted. “Oh, fuck. You’re so tight.”
I arched my back. My chest pressed against his, and I tangled my hands in his hair. I pulled his hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
His thrusts became fast and steady. He pressed his lips against mine before he trailed them down to my neck. A muffled moan escaped him.
The iron bed frame slammed against the wall. A fire erupted through my stomach and flooded my veins. His skin felt like flames against mine.
Angel’s gaze fell to my breast, which was bouncing from his fast thrusts. He licked his lips before taking one of my breasts in his mouth. He latched onto my nipple and swirled his tongue around it.
“Damn, Papi,” I moaned. “You make me feel so good.”
It must have been the magic words. Angel pulled out of me, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. He sat upright and pulled me on top of him. He slammed me down on his hard cock.
“Oh god,” I panted. I started to bounce up and down on him. I knew I was close to an orgasm. The orgasm was barreling toward me like a freight train; there was no stopping it. My heart dropped into my stomach and fluttered around violently.
He rocked his hips beneath me and gripped tightly onto my waist. He helped me reach a faster speed. He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed.
For whatever reason, that seemed to throw me over the edge. I was suddenly free-falling into an ocean of bliss.
He gripped onto my jaw with one hand and brought my lips down on his. His lips were soft and moved roughly against mine. It was like his lips would destroy mine, and I liked it. He grunted, and we both slowed.
He tangled both his hands in my hair and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He consumed me in a way that nobody else could.
We fell back into the tangled sheets. I rested my head in the crook of his neck as he threw the blanket over us. He wound his arms around my waist. I wound one arm around the back of his neck and started to twirl his black hair around my finger.
It was silent for a long time. I was nowhere near sleep yet. However, I was beginning to think Angel was asleep. Angel was never the quiet type. I lifted my head so I could see his face.
His eyes were open, and he was staring at the ceiling. He looked distracted or lost in thought. I was sure he knew that I was staring at him, but he didn’t look at me.
“Angel?” I murmured.
“Hmm?” he hummed.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, confused.
He took in a deep breath and looked at me. His eyes clouded with confusion. “Why would you ask me that?”
“You just look...” I trailed off. “Lost in thought?”
He smiled and shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m fucking starving, though,” he said and chuckled. “You want anything?”
“No,” I said.
He climbed out of bed without another word. He grabbed a pair of silk shorts and pulled them on. I stared after him as he walked out the door.
I knew Angel better than I knew most people. I always paid a lot of attention to him and how he acted. It almost felt like he was hiding something from me or like he was feeling a type of way and didn’t want me to know. When Angel lied to me in the past, some part of me knew he was hiding something, but I ignored the gut instinct. However, I refused to ignore it this time.
I threw the blanket off me and grabbed the satin robe off the floor. I didn’t bother to put on the matching lingerie piece or thong to it. I slipped my arms into the robe and tied it. I sauntered out the door. My legs still felt shaky from the events earlier.
We laid there for over an hour in silence. It was strange because we never did that after sex. Usually, after having sex Angel was ready to have sex ten minutes later. There were times we would watch a movie after and talk. It was always something. Why is it the first time we have sex, and he is silent? Did he change his mind?
The house was mostly dark. The workers had gone to bed. The big foyer was dark, but I could see that the kitchen light was on. The cold marble floor made me walk quicker.
I stopped in the doorframe of the kitchen. Angel was staring mindlessly out the window. The oven was turned on. The cardboard to the pizza he had put in the oven was on the stove. I was unsure of how to start, so I silently strolled over to him.
“See anything interesting?” I murmured.
He spun around in surprise. “Damn, mami. Why did you sneak up on me like that?” Angel muttered.
My arms wrapped around his waist, and I pushed him back until his back was against the counter. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his.
The kiss didn’t feel at all off. His lips devoured mine as they always did. It was as if it was all in my head, which only made me more suspicious. I broke the kiss and stared at him in confusion.
“What?” He asked, confused by my expression.
“You’re acting weird, Angel,” I muttered.
“I am?” He arched an eyebrow.
Ugh! He’s doing that thing he does to make me feel like I’m just being crazy, and it drives me crazy! I pulled out of his grasp. I stood a couple of inches away from him and straightened up.
“You know what? If you don’t want to tell me what stick suddenly got shoved up your ass, then don’t. But I know you, Angel. I know something is bothering you. You spent most of our relationship acting this way and lying to me. Now you are going to do it again?” I asked in disbelief. I shook my head angrily, and my nostrils flared. I spun around and stormed out of the kitchen.
I made it halfway across the foyer before he caught up to me. He spun me around to face him and pulled me into him.
“You’re being fucking ridiculous, mami!” He roared. “I’m not hiding anything. I was just thinking about some things, but it isn’t anything bad. I’m not trying to hide anything; I just didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”
“Really? Then why was it so hard for you to tell me that? Do you enjoy fighting with me?”
“Of course not!” He let go of me and ran a hand through his hair. He inhaled sharply and clenched his teeth as he took a step back from me.
“I’m a little worried about you being back here,” he said. He closed his eyes and turned away from me.
I walked around him and looked up at him. His arms were crossed over his chest. I ran my fingers down one of his arms, and he opened his eyes.
“W-what do you mean, Angel? Are you like changing your mind? Already? I haven’t even been–”
“No, Mia,” he growled and shook his head. “I’m worried about what could happen to you. You’re not used to this life. You don’t know how things work. I’m scared someone is going to get pissed off at me and come after you.”
“Why would they?”
“It’s exactly what they would do, Mia. My parents went through the same shit. You’re my weakness, just as my mother was my father’s weakness. If someone is angry at me, they will hurt you to hurt me.”
“Angel, why would you worry about that?”
“Because I want to prevent it before it fucking happens!” He growled and threw his hands in the air. “I want you to be prepared.”
“What are you saying?” I asked.
He swallowed hard and looked away. “I’m going to have my mother help me train you. I want you to be able to defend yourself in every situation. I want you to be as strong of a fighter as I am.”
I snorted. “Angel, that would never happen. My dad taught me to fight. Remember?”
“Your dad couldn’t teach you the things I could, Mia. What your dad knew doesn’t even compare to what I’m capable of,” Angel said.
Usually, I would have given him crap about having a big ego. However, I knew this wasn’t about his ego. He wasn’t trying to be cocky. He was being sincere. He wanted me to be able to take on people like him, people who were trained to kill.