Lights, Cameras, Love

Chapter 9. | With Pleasure

I wake up with something warm on my cheek. It takes me a while before I realize I can't manipulate myself back into sleep. I will myself to open my eyes but my brain hasn't caught up with my body yet because my vision was blurred and my head was pounding.

I lift my head ever so slightly wincing at the pain in my neck, my eyes meeting with black slacks. I jerk my body up completely snapping my head to who I had been praying it wouldn't be. Apollo.

He was in a deep sleep and he almost looked too peaceful to wake but it was growing near the time Gracie was planning to come. I look at the tv screen that read the classic "are you still watching" saying in small letters.

I shift slowly so I could get up and stand up but an arm was around my waist that I'm assuming got tighter from all my squirming. I just accepted my fate and decided Gracie would just have to see this mess I had gotten myself in. That didn't mean I would ever hear the end of it.

I know it's 10:30 and I told Gracie to be here by 11:45 and there's no way in hell I was getting this huge fuck off of me in that amount of time. I wiggle and try to see if that'll wake him but he's like a monster in a cave he doesn't wake. "Fuck me" I say out loud but I didn't expect a response and all my thoughts were cut off when I hear "With pleasure" what...did...he...just...say...?

I turn my head up and look at him "Excuse me?" he shrugs "With pleasure" he repeats. Looking back on last night there should be no hangover on his end because I was the only one at the bar. I lay my head back on his lap scowling in displeasure "That's highly inappropriate for work Mr. Moore" mumbled but that only earned me a small laugh and a burning gaze in the back of my head.

I'm so comfortable here. The warmth from his body is unimaginably tending to my body. It's so funny how our bodies react to other bodies. The electricity and earthquakes we feel are so beyond what the human mind can truly and honestly comprehend, and maybe that's why we struggle to comprehend most of the lost emotions we feel.

I guess another reason I didn't particularly like the idea of romance or love is the fact that we always go back to our childish ways. When we're little we have this toy we love and it's true we do love it, but say your parents give you another toy. A brand new and shiny toy. As some would say...a better toy. Of course, when you're a kid you prefer the better toy over the old toy that doesn't satisfy you anymore.

It's human nature. But no one tells you to stop that habit as you get older. And when you get older toys turn into human beings, with a soul, feelings, and things that satisfy your needs. I guess you could say, I don't want to be the toy.

Even in non-romantic situations.

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Okay question of the day, how do I get a 6-foot man out of my house without disrespecting him? Because right now I've been laying my head on his lap for over 8 hours. "Apollo?" I mumble, "Hm" his voice vibrates in my ear. "Don't you think it's weird you're just sitting in my house right now?" I ask in a half passive-aggressive tone, "What's weird is your laying on my lap" I jerk my head up and glare at him "Don't get all uncomfortable, I need to finish this daydream" he winced. What?....wait. Oh god.

"Apollo, open your eyes" reluctantly he opens his eyes, and immediately my words are caught in my throat, this man is honestly gorgeous. I shift my body to face him, "What did you come here for?" He hesitates before he shakes his head at me refusing to answer. I let out a groan "You're frustrating, Mr.Moore" which earns me a smirk. "I try my best Ms.Smith" he whispers so quietly I almost can't hear him even though it's silent.

For a few minutes we continue going back and forth and I try to get as much information out of him but he traces it back to some films and probably some of the most fascinating statements about them. I don't even try to fight back to my question because hearing his voice is enough to rock me back to sleep.

I was looking at him but I wasn't exactly zoned out. I heard every word he was saying about these incredible films. I wish I knew each and everyone but I can barely find time to sit my ass down, so even having these moments where all I can do is listen is a luxury. Apollo keeps his eyes on me and at times it looked like he was frustrated that he couldn't do something or understand something. I don't know. And quite frankly the possibilities with this man are endless.

My phone interrupts him just as he starts to make another claim about a director. I search for my phone which is once again placed so conveniently close to my leg. The screen reads 'Gracie' I look at the preview of the message when my phone recognizes my face. "My love! I can't make it my mom is holding me up with her flower shopping, you know how tedious that is. talk soon?". Well, now I certainly don't have a way to get this man out of my house.

Think Vic, think. "Want dinner? it's on me." I blurt out and instantly I regret it and I wish I had a undo button in real life. Better yet a shutdown button. "Want to spend more time with me Angel?" he says his gaze piercing into mine.

"Perhaps" I bite my cheek to not say more stupid stuff. Hopefully, by the end of this, I can get this Butterfly to fly away from my penthouse.

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So how do I explain my hiatus from writing....
well, the truth is I lost all motivation, and I'm not sure how I wanted this to go anymore. so I'll probably rewrite this but for now, enjoy.