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by Tessier, Shantel


  “No problem.” He turns to Kip. “Come on, it’s in the garage.”

  I duck my head and walk myself back to the bedroom. I don’t want to see him drive off in it. I don’t want to have to say goodbye to one more thing. I know it’s just a car, but it is no longer mine. Which means the only vehicles I have now are my mom’s Tahoe and my dad’s cars. I don’t want to drive them. Maybe I will buy myself a new car.

  I sit on the edge of the bed and my thoughts drift to my mom again. She crosses my mind every second of the day. Getting away from Tulsa did not help at all. Work did help though, and I kept myself busy last night. I cleaned more than usual and spent more time talking to customers. I found myself laughing at their stupid jokes, some I didn’t even understand, and I told Holly I would work every night this week. It bothers me that for some reason that place feels more like home than Slade’s house.

  “What are you doing?”

  I look up to see Slade standing in front of me in a pair of black dress slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a black tie. It makes my mouth water and my heart stop. He cracks a little smile as I sit there staring at him.

  I clear my throat. “I was wondering why you’re not at work.”

  “I took an early lunch.” He bends down and kisses me on the forehead. “I have to go back now.”

  “Okay,” I say, folding my hands in my lap.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I reply before he walks out to head back to work. Once he leaves, I lie back down and close my eyes. I need more sleep.

  CHAPTER TEN

  I walk out into the garage and slide into my car. I smile brightly knowing her car is gone. I didn’t ask Josh how he knew Kip. He had the money and that was all that mattered to me. That and the fact that Angel is now driving safer vehicles.

  I make my way back to my office. I’m really surprised by how slow work is right now, especially since I spent a week in Oklahoma. I think my dad is taking it easy on me so I can focus my time on Angel, and although that’s great, I have always lived for work.

  I pass Rose on the way to my father’s office. I approach his open door and knock on it lightly. He looks up from his desk as he holds his phone over one ear. Lifting one hand, he signals for me to step inside.

  I walk in and sit down in one of his seats as I look out his windows. I can see the Arch and it makes me grin. It reminds me of last month when I took Angel there. I would give anything to see the same big smile on her face that she had when we stood out in the pouring rain, to hear that giggle as I spun her around. She just seems to have a black cloud over her, and no matter how I try to break her free from it she won’t allow me.

  My father gets my attention as he hangs up his phone. “What are you up to?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he stares at me.

  “Work,” I respond. “Although I don’t seem to have much to do. Why is that?”

  “Well, to tell you the truth, I didn’t even think you were going to come in today.”

  Should I have stayed home with her? In actuality, I think she wanted to be alone. All she has been doing is pushing me away every chance she gets. I know I told her I would push back, but I think right now the best thing to do is step back.

  “I have a few clients I need to contact,” I say, standing from the chair and exiting his office. I’m here to work and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

  I walk into the house and quietly make my way back to the bedroom, first stopping by my office to drop off the papers that I had needed to pick up for a client this morning. Entering the bedroom, I find Angel in the same place that I had left her not two hours ago. I place my phone on my nightstand seeing that it’s a little past ten on this Saturday morning.

  After undressing, I lie down next to her and pull the covers up over both of us. I place my hand on her back and lightly rub it. I release a sigh. We have been back home for two weeks now and not much has changed between us. She still seems distant. I feel like she has completely shut me out. Every time I try to talk to her about something, she changes the subject. We have gotten in a few fights over her feelings regarding her mother, or the two houses she owns, or the cars her father left her that are still in Tulsa. She just shuts down and turns away from me. I want her to talk to me, but all that leads to is us fighting with one another.

  Another thing that has been pissing me off is that she’s working so much at the bar. It’s like she is avoiding everything except work. She has worked almost every night these last two weeks, and I’m getting tired of it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m spending time with her, it’s just the time we do spend together feels like it’s weighed down with complications that she doesn’t want to bring up. She won’t talk about her mother or all of the boxes we brought back that are still in the garage. She hasn’t opened any of them. They are just pushed over to one side and out of the way. I know she’s avoiding them and I’m okay with that. She will get to them when she is ready. Courtney has tried to bring up her father’s house a few times. Courtney keeps asking her what she’s going to do with it, and she just shrugs. So, I have stepped back and am going to give her the time she needs to make a decision.

  I pull my hand away and lay back, looking up at the ceiling. I am so fucking horny, I feel like I’m going to explode. I haven’t even tried to have sex with her but I feel I’m at a breaking point. How long can a man resist his sexy as fuck girlfriend? All I have to do is think of her and I’m hard. And yet, when I get home, she has already left for work.

  Fuck, the smell of her perfume hits me and I can’t think straight. Visions of her underneath me are all that my mind can focus on. I have relieved the tension in the shower more times then I can count, but it hasn’t helped me one fucking bit. Nothing can compare to her soft hand, her hot mouth, her tight pussy. I reach down into my boxers and readjust my now hard cock. I don’t know how much longer I can resist. I’m afraid the next time she touches me I’ll explode.

  I lean up and kiss her on her cheek. “Good night, Angel,” I whisper before I lie back down and pull her close to me.

  I open my eyes to see Slade sleeping, and he has one leg slung over mine and one arm wrapped around me. I inhale his scent and it makes me throb between my legs. I need a release. My body is wound up so tight it is going to break, and if he refuses to give me what I need, I plan on doing it myself. Although, that’s not what I really want. I need to feel connected to him again, and sex is as intimate as two people can get.

  I place my hand on his smooth chest. I slowly run my hand downward between our bodies. As I take his dick into my hand, he pulls me closer to him, letting out a small moan. I smile when I feel it start to harden in my palm.

  “Wake up, baby,” I say, bending down to place small kisses on his smooth chest.

  “Angel,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes shut.

  “I want you.” I’ve needed him for so long now. We still have not had sex since the first night at my mother’s house. I keep trying to tell myself that it has nothing to do with me, that maybe he is just busy or preoccupied, but even those thoughts don’t erase the doubts that he no longer wants me.

  His eyes remain closed as his hand travels its way upward to the back of my neck, where he grabs a hold of my hair. I close my eyes and suck in a breath as he pulls my head back. Then I feel him shift our bodies so that he is lying on top of me. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers with a small smile on his face.

  “Good morning.” I run my hands down his side and grab his ass. “I heard you leave this morning.”

  He nods. “I had to run to the office for a few things.” He reaches up and brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “Then when I came home and found you still sleeping, I couldn’t walk away.” He leans down and places his head in the crook of my neck as he rains soft kisses on me. Then he pulls away and looks down at me. “How was work last night?” He releases his hand from my hair.

  “I don’t want to
talk about work.”

  “I still think you should quit.” His baby blue eyes bore into mine almost as if he is trying to break me.

  I hold back a sigh. I refuse to quit the only place that makes me feel like me anymore. I love him and I love that we are living together, but that does not mean I have to give up everything I had before him.

  “I’m not quitting.”

  “I think you would be happier just staying home.”

  I’m sure this is every woman’s dream, to have a man who wants to take care of them. I know he’s not trying to be controlling or tell me what I can and can’t do. He just honestly thinks I need to stay home and grieve for the rest of my life.

  “I’m happy right now,” I say, digging my fingers into his ass. “I would be even happier if you were inside of me.”

  He lays on top of me for a few long seconds. I think he’s going to get off me when he instead shifts his body up a little bit. He smiles as he places his hand between my legs. I spread them further to give him as much space as he needs. I lean my head back and close my eyes. I could almost cry at the relief that rushes over me as he glides a finger into me. I almost combust right then with just the feel of him finally touching me. It’s been too long since he has shown any interest in me sexually and I can’t hold back the moan.

  His face falls to the crook of my neck. I feel his tongue touch my skin as he works his way to my earlobe. “I love how fucking wet you get,” he whispers, making me shiver.

  “Please don’t make me wait. I want you,” I say, arching my back as my hands try to pull him toward me.

  “What is it that you want, Angel?” I lift my hips as he pushes a second finger into me.

  I take in a deep breath before I can speak. “I want—” The sound of the doorbell cuts me off.

  “Fuck,” Slade swears softly as he removes his fingers. “I’ll go get it. Stay right here.” He gives me a light kiss and gets out of bed. He grabs a pair of shorts out of his drawer and grabs a t-shirt off the foot of the bed as he leaves the room.

  I lay there looking up at the ceiling. I don’t think I have ever been this sexually frustrated in all my life.

  I reach over, grab his pillow, and hold it over my head. I release some frustration as I yell into it, giving it all I have, screaming as loud as I can. Knowing no one can hear me. I scream until I feel somewhat relaxed and slightly lightheaded.

  I throw the pillow to the floor and continue to lay there with my eyes closed. Trying to figure out what I can do to make him be aggressive again. I’m in desperate need of the rough, toss me around, push me up against a wall, show me who’s in control, sex! The kind that leaves you shaking and panting. It is obvious that I’m the one who is going to have to spice it up and get us back to that point.

  “Are you going to get out of bed today?”

  I open my eyes and sit up, pulling the covers up to my chin when I hear Courtney talking.

  “What are you doing?” I take in a deep breath, trying to control my heartbeat as I see Holly is standing next to her as well.

  “Slade said you were in here,” Holly says as she plops down on the edge of my bed.

  “How long were you two standing there?” I ask, letting go of the sheet a bit, but not letting it fall, since I am naked.

  “Long enough to see you scream into a pillow,” Courtney says as she joins Holly on the bed.

  “I was letting out my frustration because you two…interrupted us.”

  Courtney gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me.

  I narrow my eyes at her.

  “Well, sorry about that,” Holly says. “We came over because we picked a date for Vegas and have decided where we are going to stay.”

  Thank God. Holly has had the hardest time choosing anything when it comes to her wedding. That’s all her and I talk about. I have spent a lot of time looking up things on the Internet with her while at work this week.

  “Okay. What’s the plan?” I ask, letting my back fall against the headboard.

  “We go on the twentieth of January, which is a Thursday, and come back Sunday.”

  “That sounds good,” I agree. “Where are we going to stay?”

  “Planet Hollywood.”

  “That sounds good to me.”

  They both continue staring at me as an awkward silence fills the room.

  “I can’t get out of bed until you guys leave the room. I’m naked,” I explain, in case they hadn’t already figured that out.

  “Okay.” Holly pats my leg over the covers. “We will wait for you in the living room. The guys are out there visiting. Slade mentioned something about going to lunch.”

  After they leave the room, I sit there for a few minutes. Lunch? He didn’t want to come back to bed with me? That three minutes he got was enough? Well, it wasn’t for me. I wrap the sheet around myself and walk to the bedroom door.

  “Slade,” I yell into the empty hallway.

  “Yeah, Angel?” he calls from somewhere.

  “Will you come here for a second?” Why am I yelling in my own house? I shake my head. This day is already starting off bad.

  “What?” he asks as he comes down the hall.

  I hold the sheet tight to my chest while I stick one hand out. As he reaches me, he places his hand in mine. I pull him into the room, shutting the door behind him. I push him up against the wall and let the sheet fall to the ground as I start kissing his chest over his shirt.

  “Angel.” He puts his hands on my shoulder, holding me back a bit.

  “Slade,” I snap.

  He sighs. “What are you doing?” His brows scrunch as he looks down at me.

  “Seriously? We were interrupted.” I rub myself against him and feel that he isn’t even hard right now.

  He looks down at me with a blank expression on his face. “We have company, Angel.” He goes to open the door but I stop him by placing a hand on it.

  “Are we going to lunch with them?” I demand.

  “Yes. That’s okay, isn’t it?” he asks, sounding like he’s worried he made a mistake by agreeing to go to lunch with them.

  “Well, I wish you would have asked me first. I wanted to do a few things today.” I need to go through the boxes I brought back from my mother’s house. I’ve been avoiding them since I’ve been trying to keep a positive attitude about everything. I feel like I may break down while going through them and I don’t want Slade to see that side of me again. But I can’t hold out forever, I need to get it over with.

  “We can do them later this evening.” He pulls my head to him as he kisses my forehead.

  “I have to work tonight, Slade.”

  He gets angry, setting his mouth in a tight line. “You have worked almost every night for the past two weeks. Why won’t you quit that job? I do not like you working there.”

  I don’t know what he expects from me. “Then where would I work, Slade? I ask with a hard tone to my voice. He knows this is a touchy subject for me.

  “No, that’s not what I meant.” He runs a hand through his hair as his shoulders slump. This is how things have been going lately. We end up fighting over everything. “We’ll talk about this later.” He leans down kissing my forehead once more, before opening the door and leaving the room.

  I turn around and head to the bathroom to get ready. While in the shower, I think about my job. I like working at Larry’s, but I know it’s not the best job in the world, and it has nothing to do with my degree. I still love it though. I guess it’s the nightlife that I love. The customers may be drunk, but there is never a dull moment.

  I start to think of my mother as I rinse my hair. She is still on my mind all the time. It’s just that when Slade and I fight I wish I could call her. I wish I could ask for some advice. Although, I already know she would tell me that I’m overreacting. She was just as stubborn as me, but she knew when to pick a fight. I seem to be picking a ton lately.

  I get out of the shower and dry off. I need to get ready, and quickly,
if we are all going to go to lunch.

  As I’m applying my eyeliner, Slade enters the bathroom.

  He walks up behind me and looks at me in the mirror. “I love you.” The sound of his voice saying those words still makes me think that it’s all a dream.

  I give him a small smile, but it’s forced. “I love you, too.”

  He kisses my hair and turns to get in the shower. I watch as he undresses and I have to tighten my thighs and close my eyes. God, I don’t know how much longer I can go before I just attack him. I’m trying to give him time. Maybe he decided he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. But his actions go against his words. He always tells me I’m beautiful and that he loves me. Maybe he is just dealing with stuff at work. I guess it could be several different factors. I’ll just continue to try to wait it out. I don’t want him to think I’m unhappy. Because I’m not, I’m just frustrated.

  With a sigh, I open my eyes and leave the bathroom so I can get dressed.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I don’t see Angel as I walk out of the bathroom. She must already be visiting with everyone in the living room. I know she needs that. She needs her friends.

  I know the girls are worried about her just as much as I am. With everyone’s help, we can get her through this. It will just take time.

  I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Once I have my shoes on, I grab my watch out of Angel’s jewelry box and then head out to find everyone.

  I find them all in the living room talking about Vegas. My eyes first spot Angel sitting on the loveseat, leaning against one of her pink throw pillows. Most men would not allow their girlfriend to redecorate their house with pink things. It doesn’t bother me one bit though. I would let her paint the entire house pink if she wanted. Whatever brings a smile to her face makes me happy. I lean against the far wall and watch her. She has on a pair of black shorts with a pink shirt and black, sky-high heels.

 

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