Bishop |18+|

Ch.9

Antonio

I wanted to touch her.
Kiss her.
The temptation was killing me.

Seeing Alia napping on her sofa sparked something in me. Desire, lust and warmth. She looked too fucking innocent, too pure. A clean saint that I'd fucking taint within a heartbeat if given the chance. My mind was full of filth and I clenched my fists, restraining myself from making a move. I never felt anything like it when I was with Grace.

I wasn't being a fucking creep or anything, but I couldn't help but watch Alia sleep her worries away. Unlike Grace she was humble and grateful for everything I gave her. Unlike Grace she was thoughtful. Unlike Grace she was fucking perfect.

I looked down and watched as her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, her eyes closed, emphasising the beautiful thick lashes she inherited. She was beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. Her tan skin, her curvy slim figure and her brown curls—all of it was so fucking perfect. Self control was something I never thought I had but an ounce of it made itself known as I watched Alia napping. I had to hold myself back from groaning at the sight of her. Just everything about her.. fuck.

I wanted to taste her so fucking badly.

But she was asleep. Vulnerable. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable as much as already did today. The amount of fucking times I had to pry my eyes away from her thick fucking thighs was embarrassing. And paired with that hoodie? I was surprised I lasted the whole fucking day.

"Sleep well, beautiful." I muttered softly. The groceries were set on the table, not wanting to put them away myself since I'd figure she'd probably want to restock the fridge in an orderly fashion. I got her fresh fruits, vegetables and some other basic shit like rice, pasta, meat and spices—much better than fucking milk, bread and eggs in my opinion.

She also seemed like she was in pain earlier so I went out to get her some period utilities, not bothering to stay loyal to a singular product. And as a final touch, I got her some Chinese food. I knew food made her feel better, considering she was in a much better mood today compared to yesterday. I'll be sure to keep a mental note of it for next time. I set her keys on the counter and walked over to the door, twisting the lock before I left the apartment.

I already fucking miss her.

I got into my car and sat in the drivers seat, my hands clenched around the wheel. My gaze flickered down to my knuckles, noticing how much it healed overnight. The small cuts were better and the bruising went down by a bit—a reminder of her touch. I let out a deep sigh and turned the ignition on and backed out of the parking spot, making my way down towards my villa.

It was getting darker and my house was a bit further away from the city, allowing me to settle into a comforting silence as I drove. My phone was blaring with messages, majority from my padre which I purposefully chose to ignore. The moment I saw Alia's text, a dimply smile ran across my face and I picked my phone up, texting her back a quick message.

'Anything for you.'

I pulled up to my driveway, noticing the lights were already on. My brows furrowed, having a good fucking clue who's in my house as this time. I opened the driver's door open and got out, getting my gun out and situating it into the back pocket of my sweatpants before I made my way towards the house. I didn't even manage to get my keys before the door opened before me.