His Angel

Chapter 6

I couldn't believe he threatened me. The nerve of him telling me what I should do. Now, he would have to put up with me seething in anger as we drove to Sam's apartment. It was awfully silent and you could cut the tension with a knife.

"You can't be mad forever," he said never taking his eyes off the road. It resulted in a glare his way.

"Well, I am right now," I said huffing upon arriving at the apartment. His Aston Martin Vanquish stuck out like a sore thumb in a parking lot full of Hyundais and Toyotas. Now, I'm glad he didn't pick a Lamborghini or a Bugatti from his collection of cars. I got out before he could open the door for me again. I knew I shouldn't push him but I couldn't stand it when men thought they could step all over women. So, I out walked him in my heels trying to get to him. However, I think he enjoyed being just a step behind because he was checking out my ass, glancing back.

"Stop it!" I said irritated.

"Stop what?" he asked with an innocent grin. I pressed the elevator button a little harder than necessary. It infuriated me that he seemed to take delight in getting a reaction from me. We stepped inside the elevator before I realised the mistake. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, feeling like a mouse trapped with a lion. He slowly strode forward with a combination of mischief and evil in his eyes. His blue iris almost looked as black as his pupil, further making him appear wicked and intimidating. He pressed his left hand on top of my head confining me between him and the corner. Then, his right hand caressed my cheek and neck back and forth.

"You're so cute when you're mad." I glared at him some more. My brain couldn't function well enough to form a proper sentence. I hate that he had such an effect. He leaned into me, our lips brushing each other as gently as the breeze swept the quiet, calm night before the storm. I unconsciously tilt my head up, instinctively anticipating his kiss for the first time. However, he pulled back and brought his lips close to my ear instead. He whispered, "I wonder if you're just as feisty in bed. I'd like to find out very soon." I gasped and broke free from the moment. I was once again reminded that I was upset with him. I pulled back a little and hit him on the shoulder.

"Luca! Don't say tha"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence when his lips crashed with mine. One of his arms wrapped around my waist bringing our bodies closer. His other hand snaked down my ass squeezing it to my surprise. My lips parted in a yelp and he took advantage of it by inserting his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck without thought, returning his kiss with as much fervor as he was giving. He growled and I moaned in pleasure. I was lost in the moment. I had never felt such a strong pull toward a man before. In that short time, I wanted him to explore the parts of my body where no one dared. I couldn't get enough of him and I never wanted him to stop. I grumbled in protest when he abruptly tore his lips away. He was out of breath and his eyes were wild. Then, I noticed the same expression similar to the night we first met. The looked of pain which was now oozing of desperation and urgency. It might had been my imagination because just as quickly as it came it past. Afterwards, as if he couldn't help himself, he gave me a pecked on the lips before completely pulling away.

"We're here," he said with a rasped voice.

"Huh?" I still hadn't fully recovered yet. In turn, he gave me a smug smile. Then, he intertwined his fingers with mine, pulling me out of the elevator.

"Who is that gorgeous man sitting in my living room Angela?" Sam asked while applying make up on me in his bathroom.

"His my boss Sam."

"You invited your boss to go clubbing?!" he exclaimed.

"No, he invited himself," I responded defensively.

"Ohh..." He flashed his smile in an 'I know something you don't know'.

"Are you guys sleeping together chica?"

"No!" I said baffled by his accusation.

"Why would you think that?! What kind of woman do you think I am?" I flushed in embarrassment from my head down to my toes. However, if I was honest to myself, the idea of him and me naked in bed actually turned me on. "I'm smart enough to know not to sleep with your boss especially in desperate time," I said as a matter of fact.

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? It's like he wants to devour you."

"Please stop." I groaned wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

"You need to get on that chica or I will. Damn, he is mighty fine." I giggled because I could agree Luca was hot. Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door.

"What is taking so long?" Luca asked impatiently. He couldn't understand that Sam didn't need to do my makeup. I was perfectly capable of doing it myself. It was just an excuse so that Sam and I could talk and bond before it got crazy later on. Since both of us were usually busy with work, we didn't get to hang out often.

"He has a temper I've noticed lately," I told Sam as an explanation to his behaviour. He winked in return.

"I'm finish anyway."

Together we came out of the bathroom to face the impatient man. He was leaning against the opposite wall. Noticing our present, he stepped closer toward us, giving Sam a dirty look. Sam didn't seem to mind for some reason. Luca looked away from him to examine me. It was as if he was checking to see if there was something more than applying makeup that went on behind the bathroom door. Satisfied that he couldn't find any, he gave me an appreciative smile.

"You look wonderful." I blushed a little, grateful for the compliment.

"Thank you," I said softly.

"C'mon guys, the others are waiting at the club." Sam was already by the door holding his keys up to lock it. Luca put his hand on my back guiding me out of the apartment. When Sam was at a far distance from us, he quietly spoke.

"I don't care if his gay, I don't feel comfortable that you're alone in a room with another man," he said this with a frown. If I didn't know any better, his acting like a jealous boyfriend.

"Well, you shouldn't care. It's none of your business but me and Sam are close."

"Too close for my comfort." I noticed that his jaw clench when his riled up. I could tell, he was in one of those mood right then.

"I don't understand you. One minute you're telling me I look wonderful and then the next you're upset about Sam." I sighed in frustration. He circled his hand around my waist, our sides pressed together.

"I don't understand either, my Angel. You drive me crazy too," he said thoughtfully. We didn't say anything after that. We didn't know what to say. We both felt confuse as we headed to the club.