The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

28 - Chapter Twenty-Eight - Sasha Dean's Point Of View.

When the morning rolled around and my alarm went off, I got a grand total of zero hours and zero minutes of sleep. I had tossed and turned all night long. Ryer was at the table eating breakfast and drinking coffee. After heading to the bathroom to do all my morning bathroom habits, I stretched in the living room before, going and getting dressed in the spare room.

I sat at the table across from Ryer after grabbing a coffee. He looked at me but didn't say a word to me at first, only after I had a few sips of coffee did he talk to me.

"Your dinner from last night is in the fridge if you're hungry. Don't bother coming to work out today, it's clear you have had no sleep I've heard you toss and turn all night."

I continued to sip my coffee and ignored him. He must have got the hint too because he washed his dishes and left the kitchen. I heard him showering in his bathroom and sighed against the table as I dropped my head on it. His behaviour was frustrating to me. Both sexually and mentally. I pushed my coffee away and stomped into his bedroom and into the bathroom. He was in the middle of scrubbing his abs with soap and looked up.

He didn't even have a chance to ask what I wanted.

"You really fucking piss me off you know! You won't talk me yesterday and even storm out of my SUV but you wrap up my dinner for me and let me have the day off working out because you know I didn't sleep. You are really fucking up my head and I can't fucking stand it!"

"Sasha. We can talk about everything——"

"No. No more fucking talking. I'm tired of you talking. I hate that you touch me, but then get pissed off that I did the same to you. You are messing up my fucking head and the more I think fighting you is the better option the more I crave to fuck you and I can't stand how you make me feel."

He turned off the water, soap still running down his abs. My mouth went dry when he stepped out of the shower and starred me down.

"You hate the way I make you feel? Try being me Sasha, I've had an attraction for you since I first saw you and I've wanted you since then. Now that we are closer than we were before I couldn't even think about touching you because I might fucking hurt you but it sucks to be you don't it? You don't even have an inch of an idea how fucking frustrated I am with you. For a handful of fucking reasons."

"Ryer—"

"No. You got to cut me off and yell at me now I get to say my damn piece. Every waking minute you are around me I want to put my fucking hands on you. Seeing Lev even touch you made me want to murder him, I don't care that he could kill me before I even had a chance. You do not know, Sasha. Not one fucking bit."

"Ryer, Lev—-"

"I hate the fact that you even say his name with a hint of friendship. If he was so great as he claims he is why the fuck couldn't he even protect you from a fucking bullet. I would have never allowed you to take a fucking bullet. Unfortunately, I don't get to make the choice of who you get to have a friend, even if the very sound of his existence pisses me off."

"Lev was injured. He took a bullet to the side. I turned my back then, not him. It is far from his fault that I got shot. You can't blame him for that. Also, I understand you hate Lev. But He is my friend and I expect you to at the very least be respectful to him."

"You expect me to be respectful to him."

"Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean that I think you shouldn't have a chance to speak your mind if he isn't respectful to you."

Ryer took another step closer to me, and I could smell his pine body wash on his skin. I noticed when he was mad too, that his accent got thicker and I loved the way it sounded. I set my hand on his chest.