Evan.
I'm back home in one piece, thankfully.
As I drive my car with her being in the passenger seat, she holds my hand tightly, her skin warm under mine.
"Is there something wrong, Angel?" I ask.
"Everything's okay, it's just weird to take three days off." She answers. Typical Azaleas.
I let out a low laugh. "You're such a workaholic."
"I feel like my mother when I chugged down that vodka." She admits.
"Why?" I turn to her, my attention is half on the road and half on her.
"She loved vodka, she wouldn't go anywhere without a bottle of it. She wasn't addicted but she loved it." She says with a small smile displayed in her face.
"Whisky is better. Trust me." I say as I turn back to the road, I'm close to my house.
"Sure whatever you say." She rolls her eyes.
I pull over to my garage, unlike Azaleas, I have few cars. I don't need a lot, and what I don't need is useless. I got out first of the car and opened the door car for her. I could swear I caught a slight blush on her face.
We enter and she makes herself at home, she always does that.
She sits on the couch and kicks off her shoes. She's wearing normal clothes, not the same suits I see her in. A black sweater and baggy pants. She looks good in everything. She's perfect.
"What are you going to do now?" She asks as she lays on the couch.
"Probably give Mimi and Leo food and go to sleep, wanna join me?" I wink at her and she blushes, this time visibly.
"No." She says instantly, showing her nervousness. "You do you." She takes her phone from the table.
I go to the kitchen and put food for Mimi and Leo, poor things didn't eat for a day. I feel so fucking bad. They're my favorite animals too.
They go running as they hear their bowl move. I chuckle at their stupidly cute appearance and I go back to where Azaleas is.
"You seem... Mad?" I notice her brows cause a line between each other and her eyes are narrow.
"It's nothing." She says and she puts down the phone.
I sit next to her. "Just tell me. No secrets." I hate secrets.
"Yura isn't happy about us." I get what she means. She means Yura doesn't like the idea of her best friend being with me.
"So you're going to break up with me?"
"What-? no. It didn't even cross my mind." Her gaze softens.
"For a second I thought you would've." I don't like people butting in what's not their business.
"I would never, Evan." She sits upright and pats my shoulder, sending electric shocks down my arm and whole body to my cock. Since when was I so touch-deprived?
"Why doesn't she like us together?" I ask, trying to ignore the ache on my cock.
She takes her phone and shows me the messages. My past girlfriends would've just either broken up with me or they would just explain what she said, afraid that I might find something in their phones. This proves my point of how Azaleas is perfection.
I read the text messages.
Yura: u guys are not a good match, srry babes.
Yura: I mean YOU cried for HIM.
Me: I'm sorry Yura, but how does this connect to the fact we are not a good match?
Yura: I mean he can hurt u and u would break.
Me: Evan is not as bad as you think.
Yura: he threatened Tyler
Yura: isn't that proof enough???
Me: let's not talk right now.
Yura: *rolling eyes emoji*
Damn, I didn't know a threat could make them afraid.
She put her phone back in its place and rested her head on my arm.
"You're lucky you didn't threaten Alex." She says with a grin.
"Why?"
"She would've killed you. She likes him a bit too much."
I chuckle, Yura liking someone is crazy.
"If I saw you in his arms instead of mine, I would've threatened him. I don't care." I shrug with a grin and she rolls her eyes.
"You still think my grin is hideous?" I ask with a teasing tone.
"Absolutely." She answers instantly with a smile.
"You still haven't gotten rid of that attitude I see." I put her on my lap, my arms wrapped around her waist and her looking down at me.
"Put me down, Evan." She demands.
"No," I say simply, just when she tries to break free I get her back.
"You're so annoying." She mumbles.
"Say that again," I say as I put a hand on the back of her neck and got her closer to me.
"You're annoying, arrogant, and stubborn." Her tone hardens, and that seems to turn me on more. "And I hate you-" I pull her neck one more time and our lips connect in a deep kiss. Her soft lips send a jolt of electricity through my veins, fueling a fire inside me. Her sweet taste is intoxicating my senses. I can feel her hot breath against my own, our kiss deepens with every second that goes by even though time seems to be still.
I get up and her legs wrap against my waist as I make my way to my bedroom without missing a glimpse of her mouth. She doesn't stop, so I take it and open the door with my free hand as my other hand is on her back, as if she were the most precious thing ever. It's because she is, and in this moment. I knew where I belonged, I belonged with and to her.
I put her gently on the bed and I get on top of her, not stopping. If I stop I'm afraid I won't be able to breathe without her.
Her hand suddenly went up my shirt and she tried to remove it.
"Are you sure?" I ask because if I start I will not stop.
"I'm more sure than ever before." She responds as we lock gazes, our heavy breaths rhyming with each other.
The fire and lust in her eyes match my own. And I won't let this chance slip.
Not anymore.
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Angelic
Romansa𝐀𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬 She has everything under control, her emotions, her work, her organization. Until she meets him again and all those walls she built come crushing down. His deep voice, his mouth-watering looks, his out-going personality makes her los...
