𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎]

chapter four ✕ rain in mallorca*

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚
𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐦

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[unedited]
[mild nsfw ahead]

When we land, the rain has stopped almost as quickly as it started.

  Angelo helps me out of the helicopter and onto the concrete landing pad. It sits on a plateau overlooking the back of what must be Angelo's villa.

   I make sure the walk is quick, as I don't feel like shivering in wet clothes for much longer. I'm grateful for the rush of warm air as the doors to the villa open.

   "Check up on security, Claude." Angelo says and Claude nods, heading off in another direction.

  Angelo leads me down a hall and finally into a bedroom.

  "I wasn't exactly prepared for you," Angelo says, pointing out the dresser to the side of the room. "So you'll have to wear my clothes for now. There are towels in there too if you want to shower." He points out.

  I nod and sift through the drawers until I find a towel, long t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. The bathroom is open concept and if I shower, I'll be in clear view of anyone, even with the strip of frosted glass across the door. Standing there, I wait for Angelo to leave so I can undress, but he doesn't.

  Instead, he pulls his own wet clothes off, tossing them into a nearby hamper. I can't help but notice the new slew of tattoos that cover his torso. The bullet wound on his left side is hidden under the dense ink, but still visible. As he moves to pull of his boxers as well, I turn around.

  "Really, Angelo?"

  "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Getting undressed. I'm soaking wet. If you're worried about room, the shower is dual headed."

  He says it casually, as if I should be comfortable showering with him.

  "That's not what I'm worried about." I scoff.

"Oh, you're worried about me being overcome by my sexual wiles and fucking you in the shower." I feel his fingers brush across my neck. "Don't worry, Sugar. I'll try to control myself, I promise."

    I huff.

  Somehow after all this time, I still can't function around him. This isn't like sleep-away camp in middle school. I'm an adult and I can handle myself and a man.