Angelic

Chapter 63

Azaleas.

A date, after I don't know how much time. I'm going to wear my best outfit.

Ever since I got out of the coma, I feel much better. The hollow feeling is gone, my eyes are relaxed, and not many people are scared of me unless they piss me off.

I feel... Free?

I don't know. I still have problems, yes, but... it's way better. Once my father died or was killed. It was a weight off my back, now that I got into a coma and I'm all refreshed. I feel great.

But my past will and still haunts me, I was wrong to think everything that Evan touches will be okay because it's him. No. I need to fix things myself instead of depending on someone to solve them for me.

There's still a lot of things I have to do. I've grown to hate Kano, but I won't do anything to him. The company on the other hand... It's mine. I just have to do some things and then it's all mine.

I don't really need it for money, just for revenge and some personal business. Such as firing some people, making girls comfortable, and guiding the company to a better future.

About Sarah though, that will be dealt with... I check my watch... In a minute for now.

Fast-forward to Sarah.

"Let go of me!" Sarah shouts as Tyler, who's wearing a mask takes her bag and everything she has on her.

She screams but no one listens to her.

Tyler gets on a motorcycle and drives away while Alex and Yura are behind bushes recording the whole thing while giggling.

Back to Azaleas.

Good luck with whatever is happening to you, Sarah. I'm not a gangster but I am dangerous.

Now... What will I wear... My most expensive outfit or just a normal one. Come on, Azaleas, you have to look good for Evan!

I don't feel beautiful to go out, fucking hell this is such a mess.

In the end, she didn't find anything to wear.

"Um- Hi, Evan," I say as I hold my phone to my ear, still looking at my closet room.

"Yes, Angel?" He says in his affectionate voice, I love it.

"I don't think I can go.." I wince when he hangs up instantly. He's upset.

I sigh and I lay on my bed, feeling defeated. It's not my fault my brain didn't like any of the clothes I own. Honestly, it is my fault, I have so many outfits and I don't know which one to pick.

I get below my blankets and I close my eyes. I hope he doesn't stay upset for long, he does know I love him, right?

"Get up, Angel." The same deep dark voice says from next to where my head is buried on the pillow. I lift the blanket off my head and I see his head over mine directly.

"Oh- uh." I put the blanket over my head again to hide my flush. Why does he have to look at me like that?

"Angel, what's wrong?"

"I don't know what to wear..." I answer softly.

He lifts the blanket from my head and he kisses my head. He then stands up and enters the closet he comes out after 15 minutes with a full outfit in his hands, a bag on his shoulder, and even what shoes will wear.

"Come on, get up." He throws everything at me, except the bag and shoes. "I'm not going anywhere till you wear this."

"I'll put on the clothes, just leave," I say, I know if he stays he'll get hard and I will not say no to anything he'd say and I would stay in my place

"No. I'm staying." He sits on a comfortable couch and he rest his ankle on his leg then he crosses his arms, his gray eyes studying me from the top of my head to my feet. "Don't be shy, Angel." He smiles deviously.

I almost flip him off but I hold my hand back, that guy will find any chance to be inside me.

I start to take off my clothes, I can feel his gaze everywhere. I put on the clothes he picked out quickly, I feel awkward, yes, but we did so many things I don't think this is even supposed to be awkward.

"How do I look?" I ask as I feel his stare all over me, his silence scares me for some reason.

"You look beautiful."

"Come on give me more than that, I'm not sure."

"In a world where beauty is but a fleeting whisper, you stand as a timeless masterpiece, crafted by the hands of the cosmos. Your presence commands the attention of all who behold you like a radiant sun casting its warm embrace upon the earth." His talk makes my heart miss a thousand beats, the way he talks about me is phenomenal and unforgettable. "Is that what you want, Angel?"

"All I want is you." I kiss him, not the same kisses we do always, this one is gentle and simply lovely, just like him. "I may not have poetic words like you, but with no lies. I love you as much as the stars in the skies, you will be the only one I will go to when the sun explodes, and believe me when I say this, Evan. I love you."

"Let's get moving, Angel. Or I might fuck you right here right now." He kisses my forehead, then he lifts my hair from the back of the blue dress he picked. If we didn't reserve I'm sure he would've done whatever he wanted to me, and I would let him.

I slipped into my royal blue heels, then I sling my also round blue bag over my shoulder.

"I'm all ready!" I say as I rush to him.

"You're unusually bright, what happened to dark and mysterious Azaleas."

"I don't know honestly. I feel like I've changed so much. Is it bad?" I look up at him worriedly.

"No, not at all. You're still as perfect in my eyes. You're still my Angel, no matter in what shape I will find you in." He holds my hand and we go downstairs.

I put food down for Oliver and I get out of the house.