Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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I won! But when I woke up, the adrenalin had worn off and was replaced by immense fatigue. I'm literally knocked out. I've been trying to lift my leg for half an hour, but all I can do is wiggle my toes. I didn't think it was possible to fall so far.
I'm in pain... excruciating pain. You didn't care much yesterday. Are you back? Yes, yesterday I lost my mind. Probably excitement or fatigue. Unless I drank more cocktails than I should have. I don't know, but that temporary madness has passed. I must have woken up and gone back to sleep five times, without moving.
I did see Chacha at one point. I think. At least, I remember him swearing: "So, you dragged us to Italy to get fucked? Clever!" glad to see he knows how to keep his sense of humor in all circumstances. He'll need it when I need to be taken to hospital. But I'm not counting on him to carry me. More on a little angel with beautiful lips.
He too has been around the room. I think he checked to see if I was breathing and sighed with relief. I also had a tray of goodies but I've only been able to stare at it since. As I said, it's impossible to lift or move my legs. Even if I feel a hand resting on my foot.
Then someone leans on the bed. I don't jump. I think I know who it is. And if it's a killer, all he has to do is shoot me. Either way, I'm in no shape to fight.
Yet when I feel a cold liquid against my fingernail, I start to worry.
"Angel...?"
He chuckles. I'm glad at least he's enjoying the situation.
"Angel, I can't feel my legs."
I turn my head slightly to meet his ocean-blue gaze.
"For the nail polish...are you more apple-green or cherry-red?"
Is it serious?
"Cherry-red...," I almost whisper.
To tell you the truth, I'm more interested in something else right now. Seeing him on his knees, innocent, painting my toenails, not suspecting that I'm devouring his abs with my eyes. And what's the idea of not wearing a shirt? To turn me on even more? I can't even reply! And yet I would have loved it if he'd taken me yesterday. But he forced me to sleep. And if I hadn't given in, I would have received a majestic spanking.
I need to understand. Because of him, I'm sexually frustrated...again!
"You gave up yesterday. Why?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I have enough strength to move my foot slightly.
"There was one room left."
"You wouldn't have lasted. And your well-being is more important to me than victory."
Then he takes my foot again and continues his task.
