With his eyes closed, he bellows out the last line. If I thought I felt embarrassed earlier, I am mortified now. I would have never thought Matt would serenade me in the middle of a restaurant.
“Girl, in spite of my behavior, said I’m your savior. You must be sent from up above. And you appear to so me tender, say girl I surrender. Thanks for giving me your love.”
He finishes and comes up to me to give me a kiss on the lips as the song comes to an end. I hear cheers and whistles from the crowd before Matt pulls himself away to take several bows in all directions of the restaurant. When done, he grabs my hand with his and leads us to the back.
“Seriously, fucker? I know you’re a pussy, but do you have to go and act like one in public, too?” Trey’s lets out, his words never seeming to fail to kill the mood.
“Pussy or not, at least I’m in love.” Matt tugs me tighter to his side as he smiles down at me while we walk. “Whatever, dude,” Trey throws back, looking unfazed by the remark.
Taking my seat, I can see David and Kelly across from us bickering with each other. “I just don’t understand why you can’t do things like that every now and then,” I faintly hear from her lips as David sighs while rolling his eyes. I know Kelly’s bickering is for nothing. David may not give Kelly performances because every day he does something to make Kelly love him more. I, on the other hand, am still trying to understand why Matt felt the need to do it. My thoughts are broken when I feel Matt’s lips meet below my ear, his warm breath adding to the blush that is still fresh on my cheeks. I’m still feeling giddy as he wraps his arm around me, allowing me to lean into his body as I shyly ask, “Why did you do it?” still confused over the performance.
Looking at me, I watch as his brow furrows. “Why wouldn’t I?” I’m still contemplating how to respond as he leans his head down, our foreheads now touching, as he answers. “In my eyes, you’ll always be my angel,” he conveys only loud enough for me to hear.
My hand goes straight to his bicep to where his tattoo sits, the outline of his angel wing staring back at me as I stare down at it. My thoughts wander off to the day in the park when he told me the meaning behind why he got it in the first place. “No, Matt, she’ll always be your angel.”
I feel my chin being forced up to look at him. The sincerity coming from his eyes tells me he understands what I mean. He brings his lips down to mine and all the sad thoughts behind the meaning of those words vanish to the back of my mind. When we end the kiss, his lips are still inches away from mine when he says, “Your right. Emily will always be my angel up above, but you’re my angel here on earth, beautiful.”
The snicker that escapes my lips makes him chuckle. He always knows how to turn me into a puddle of mush within seconds. Why do we have to be surrounded by a crowd of people at this moment? I’d much rather be at home right now, finishing what we attempted to start earlier.
As if reading my mind, Matt lips go up to one side. “If you keep looking at me that way, I might just have to give in to your request.”
“Don’t make any promises you don’t intend to keep.”
His eyebrows go up as his eyes begin to wander the restaurant. He stands up, pulling me with him to follow as he leads us away. “Matt, where are we going?”
Without answering, he leads us to the restrooms in the front of the restaurant and straight into the ladies room. “It’s probably cleaner,” he states before pulling us into the bathroom and locking the door behind us.
With his body he gently shoves me against the counter as his lips slam down on mine. “You should know,” he murmurs against my lips, “by now that I keep every,” he continues as his hands find their way into my shirt to skim against my skin, “single,” the words coming out before his mouth finds my earlobe, “promise,” he seductively whispers into my ear, making me lose it completely. I need him, and I need him now.
My hands are already pulling at the button of his pants and reaching inside for him, finding him already hard. Wrapping my hand around him, I feel him moan against my lips as he kisses me, telling me I’m not going to have to wait long. I can already feel his hand at the buttons of my own jeans, forcefully pulling them apart and shoving them down. Within seconds my legs are being lifted onto the counter and wrapped around his waist, stretching my core as he enters me. He muffles my moan with his mouth and his hands are already grabbing the cheeks of my ass, gripping them with full force as he possesses my body. I hold on for the ride that I know will bring me to ecstasy.
The once slow thrusting of his hips quickens as proves his promising words. Gripping his shoulders for dear life, my nails are now digging into his skin, and I’m trying to control the moaning escaping my lips, but I fail miserably each time he slams into me. My desire is built to its peak and the only thing I can do is allow Matt to take me over the edge. The longer he pumps into me, the harder he grows, stretching me fully.
His hands are pulling me tighter against his body and my legs are tightening against his waist as I start to reach my peak. “Please tell me your close, beautiful. Because I can’t hold out much longer,” he quietly growls against my ear.
I cannot answer him with words, but I do by tightening the walls of my core around him, causing him to pump faster as my body explodes. Thankfully his mouth catches my screams and he soon follows me over; the vibrations of our screams echoing against each other.
Bringing his body to a stop, he drops his head onto my shoulder, my panting matching his own as we desperately attempt to catch our breath. I have no words, but Matt does. “I swear, Abigail, I can never get enough of you,” he whispers, his words vibrating against my skin.
“Good,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
With a chuckle, he kisses my neck and my body is awaking again, but my thoughts are soon brought to an end when we hear a knock on the door. Matt yells over his shoulder, “We’ll be out in a minute,” making me blush from head to toe.
I cannot believe I just had sex in a bathroom. It shouldn’t surprise me with Matt, but it still does. He pulls away from me just enough to look directly in my eyes. “I meant every single word I said earlier. You are my angel, Abigail,” he says, making me smile before he places a kiss against my lips.
I feel empty as he pulls his body away from mine. Before long, we’re both dressed and Matt is opening the door to the bathroom to find Carol standing against the wall. My body recoils from the glare she is shooting us, but Matt pulls me to his side, wrapping his arm around my body as if to comfort me.
“Sorry about the wait,” Matt says. He’s already pulling us away, but I pull myself to a stop when I hear Carol say, “At least you didn’t make me wait long, which means you didn’t take as long as you did when you fucked me in there.” I feel the blood completely drain from my body.
Whipping my head around, I see her staring at me with a smug smile on her lips. She’s waiting for my reaction, but I can’t give her one because I can’t even breathe at this point. I’m still in shock over her words.
“True, but the difference between you and Abigail is that I merely fucked you, I just made love to her in there, so that’s what you’ll smell when you go in there.”
Carols mocking eyes are now full of rage. With a squawk, she stomps from the bathroom, rushing past us back into the restaurant. Matt tries pulling me to follow, but I angrily stay rooted to the spot.
He takes one look at me and understands. “I’m sorry, beautiful,” he shamefully voices before placing his hand on my cheek. “Remember, you’re my future and that’s all that matters,” he reminds me.
“I hate always knowing in the back of my mind that I might see some girl you once fucked around every corner,” I throw at him.
Heavily sighing, he says, “Abigail, how many times are we going to fight about this?” The question makes me realize it may never end. “How would you feel if our roles were reversed?” I ask, instead of answering his question.
“I wouldn’t fucking like it,” he growls.
“Exactly.”
Without hesitating, he pulls me into his arms and his lips find my temple. I know our relationship will always have a past attached to it, but deep down inside I know it’s worth it. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I know I can’t change my past, but I promise to make my future yours, no one else’s.” His words are a perfect example of my thought just seconds ago. I don’t have any words to return, but I know I believe him. We continue standing there for a couple more minutes before returning to the restaurant.
On the way to our table, I’m forced to walk past Carol, but instead of acknowledging her, I ignore her, knowing she isn’t worth my time. When we take our seats, I pull Matt’s face in my direction to give him a kiss. “I love you,” I say against his lips when I’m done kissing him, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.
MATT’S LIPS ARE trailing down my body, bringing a shiver to my body as his warm breath glides against my skin and his tantalizing fingers slowly float on the edge of my ribs kindling sparks in my blood. I open my lips to beg him to quit torturing me, but I’m startled awake from the sound of music demanding my attention instead. Recognizing the words of my ringtone, Glowing, I groan as I reach for my phone sitting on the nightstand. Even in my frustrated state, I cannot help but smile as the words remind me of Matt.
Silently cursing to myself, I continue blinking to open my protesting eyes, already acknowledging I won’t be able to return to my luxurious dream. I’ll have to wait until Matt gets home now to make it a reality. I’m rubbing the sleep from my eyes when the ping announcing a new voicemail. Taking in the time, I curse again. It’s only 9:46 A.M.; it’s too damn early to be up. In my opinion the day should begin at noon, but not many seem to agree with me, including the person who just called. Entering my code to unlock my phone, I go straight to the call log, not recognizing the number. Next, I listen to the voicemail.
“Hello, Ms. Adams, this is the Fallen Model Agency. We got your number from Samantha Clark over at Running World Magazine. We were unaware you were modeling again, but are interested in having you do a photo shoot for our agency. If you would please give us a call at 206-555-2764, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
The call goes silent after the last words and I’m left confused from the message. My mind goes back to the interview, remembering how persistent Samantha was about me giving her my number, stating she needed it for the magazine’s chief editor in case there were discrepancies with the interview. Had I known she was going to be freely giving my number out to people, I would have never given it to her.
Pushing my infuriation aside, I push on the number, nervously waiting as I listen to the ringing in my ear.
“Hello, this is Karen,” a girl cheerfully answers.
“This is Abigail Adams, I just missed your call,” I cautiously reply.
You can practically hear the excitement in her voice as she continues introducing herself. “Thank you so much for calling me back. I’m a recruiter for the Fallen Model Agency.” Her excitement radiates through the phone. “I was wondering if you were working again?”
I carefully choose my next words. “At this time I’m focusing on doing small jobs for now. I needed some time off.”
“Yes, I understand. You’d probably want to take a break after your accident.”
“Yeah,” I reply, hoping it sounds believable.
“I have a job with a local designer who is interested in having you for her photo shoot. It’d be for tomorrow morning, if you were interested. I know it is short notice, but the girl who was scheduled to do the shoot had a family emergency and had to fly back to Brazil, so I’m in a bit of a bind to find someone. When the magazine hit the stands and I read the interview, I thought of you right away.”
“The interview? What does the interview have to do with my modeling career?”
“You mentioned in the interview how you were anxious to get back into the modeling world,” she states, as if I should have known myself.
Quickly scanning my mind, I don’t recall ever mentioning anything of the sort, but I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. “I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow, so yes, I’d be available.”
“Excellent. Where can I send the information?”
My mind is scrambled as I try to figure out where she should send it. “You can send the information to my email,” I rush to tell her.
Minutes later after giving her the information, we’re ending the phone call and I am both excited and nervous as I think of the day ahead. I don’t have to wait long until the ping on my phone informs me I have a new email and my fingers are trembling as I open up the app. Scanning through the details, a groan rumbles from my throat when I take in the location and time I’m expected on set. With my nervousness it hadn’t occurred to me to ask those details of the job. I’d been too excited with the offer. They expected me to be on set by seven for hair and make-up. Why can’t people understand that not everyone is a morning person, especially models? I’m shocked at myself as I finish thinking the words. I would have never associated the complaint with my current life. Shaking off the thought, the first thing I do is text Julio.
It’s time to get back to work. We’re going to Seattle today and we won’t be coming back until tomorrow. – Abigail
I don’t have to wait long to receive a response.
No problem. What time do you want to leave and who’s driving, Mateo or me? – Julio.
Remembering Matt has class all day tomorrow, I reply.
Matt isn’t going. It’s just you and me. - Abigail
I respond, looking down at my booted foot.
You’re driving.
I’m reminded that I have another matter on my hands. I’d forgotten I was still injured and managed to keep the detail from the recruiter. Shrugging off the concern, I make a mental note of stressing to the agency that I can’t put too much weight on it. I am not going to risk being stuck with this thing any longer than I need to be by further injuring myself.
Julio’s simple, “Okay,” comes through and I get out of bed to pack my overnight bag. The entire time my apprehensive mind is contemplating whether to text Matt or not. I know if I were to tell him the details before I leave he will come rushing home, expecting to go with me. As much as I want him at the photo shoot with me, I couldn’t allow him to miss any more school at my expense. He’s missed enough with all my appointments. It leaves me with my next decision, which is still a dreadful one, but I already know how to handle telling him. It’s the only choice I have.
Packed and ready to go, I then book Julio and I a room near the location the agency gave me. Next, I send Julio another text to confirm he’s on his way. Before long, Julio’s arrived and loading up the car.
Nearly three hours later as Julio is nearing the city of Seattle, I look down at my phone to check the time. Matt should be home already. With a deep breath, I press on Matt’s number and listen for the ring on the other end.
“Hello, beautiful,” his loving tone making the dread of giving the news increase. “Where are you? And please tell me you have Julio with you,” he says, the concern in his words adding to the guilt.
“Yes, I have Julio with me,” I say glancing at Julio from the corner of my eye. “Matt, I won’t be coming home tonight,” I bravely tell him.
“Why not? Where are you going?” his voice pitched high with both concern and fury, most likely from not knowing of my plans.
“I have a photo shoot in Seattle tomorrow morning.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a photo shoot in Seattle?” he asks with a restrained tone. I cringe as I picture his expression. “I got the offer this morning, Matt. I didn’t tell you because I can’t let you miss anymore school. If you do, you’ll end up failing and won’t graduate,” I explain. “Weren’t you the one telling me I needed to get back into modeling? I was given an offer and I took it. I even booked my own hotel suite,” I proudly state.
“How did you get the job? I didn’t get a phone call
or email asking me. Everything has to go through me first, Abigail. I need to make sure it’s what’s best for your career.”
His words piss me off, a reminder of my previous life. “You’re not the one who makes the decisions in my life, Matt. I do! If you think for one moment you’re going to control what I do with my career, then you have it wrong. I’ve already had enough of that shit when I was with Bill, and thankfully I don’t remember most of it, but right now you’re reminding me of him,” I growl into the phone.
The other end goes silent for a few seconds, causing me to pull the phone away to see if he’s hung up. In the corner of my eyes I can see an uncomfortable looking Julio. “Matt, are you still there?” I hesitantly ask when I’ve pulled the phone back to my ear.
I hear a heavy sigh on the other end. “You’re right. I have no right to make you’re decisions and I never meant for you to feel like that, beautiful. I just hate knowing that asshole is still out there and he can hurt you. I would just prefer to be at your side so nothing will happen to you.”
I’m feeling relieved he hasn’t hung up. “I know, Matt, but I’m tired of living my life in fear of him. If I do, I’d be proving he’s still controlling my life,” I somberly reply. Taking a quick glance at Julio staring at the road ahead of me, I feel a little better that I’m not alone on this trip. “I have Julio with me. I doubt Bill or anyone will be able to get near me with him around,” I say with a chuckle, earning me a smile from Julio and a stern nod as well.
“You’re right, that’s what he’s there for. But promise me you won’t let him leave your side,” he demands before correcting his words. “His ass better have his own room in the suite. Other than that, he needs to be at an arms distance.”
Now I’m the one smiling, imagining Matt’s face as he makes his demands. I know the furiousness is still radiating off him, but it’s when he’s demanding that I’m most turned on. I already have an ache between my legs from the image in my mind. If he was standing in front of me right now, I would have him naked and in me in seconds.
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