Dollface

Part 33

The man almost devoid of emotion, barely expressing sympathy, kisses me like it's the sweetest gesture.

S: I have to go back to work.

I run my hands over his firm chest, nervously melting under his gaze and touch.

I: I'll help you.

I haven't necessarily helped since we got here. For me, just letting him do everything on his own was wrong, and I could never neglect him, no matter how much I may insist, despite all the horrible things he's said to me.

Simon snorted, moving his tongue in his mouth and clenching his jaw. I look up at him as he tilts his head to the side, silently accepting the offer and motioning for me to head for the door.

I: Let me get dressed first.

I push him out the door so I can have some privacy and quickly put on the outfit I left on the bed.

I go back to his desk and sit next to him, we have spent almost two hours communicating with this guy, the man behind our computer system, he has tried to stay under much of the problem because he is afraid he will be killed. Yet he continued to try to reprogram us, with little success.

Simon rubs his eyes in exhaustion, a soft breath escaping his lips, I continue to scribble the supposed address where the man was staying until Simon finally has enough of my scribbling and grabs my hand with his.

I turn my eyes in his direction and see that he was still wearing his usual frown. It was that unmistakable angry look he had despite whatever problems had arisen between us.

S: You ripped a hole through the paper.
I: And?

I reply and let him take the pen from my hand and put it to the side. I was completely taken back as he grabbed my other hand and tugged on my arm, the beckoning gesture drawing me to him where I stood between his legs, he stared me up and down with his dark eyes and leaned back in his chair.

My lips part as he presses his hands behind my thighs and pulls me onto his lap. The tightness I felt in my chest was suffocating, I didn't know how to control my breathing with his body so close to mine.

I smile gently to ease some of the tension between us as I feel his large hands slide down my sides and his fingertips continue to brush against my thighs. I clear my throat nervously, afraid he might hear my heart pounding through my ribcage.

S: Are you nervous?

He asked quietly, using his index finger to brush the hair out of my face.

I: Kind of...
S: Because of me or because of anything else?
I: Both.

I answer briefly and quietly before I feel him close the gap between our lips with a gentle kiss.

S: Why from me?

He ran his hand up and down my thigh, sending shivers through my body, he was so clueless when it came to feelings.

I: I- um... I think this just feels too weird for us...

I break off and bite my bottom lip.

S: That we kiss? It's not weird, although I'm forbidden to treat you like this, dollface. If your father finds out, it doesn't matter what I did, my head will be cut off.
I: He's not here.

Is all I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and inching my face close enough to torment him. I could see his eyes dart to my lips as he licks his own before looking back into my eyes.

S: I know, but I gave in to you too. I broke my promise to your father and nothing angers me more than not doing my job right. Do you think a man like your father would appreciate one of his best men laying hands on his daughter? If he saw us right now, he'd put a steel rod through my brain right here, and you know it.

Not a word came out of my mouth. I know everything we did violated Simon's job description, but we do it anyway. I take a deep breath and watch him burn his eyes into my face for a few seconds.

S: But what are you doing to me...

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

S: I hate it.

I wasn't given much time to react before he pressed his lips to mine. The sudden gesture sent a shudder through my soul and I could feel my palms getting sweaty.

I: I don't.

I mumble between kisses, smiling at my mischievous comment.

S: I know you don't.

He grins against my lips before giving one final peck and pulling away.

S: Okay, we need to figure out where else Ray could be.
I: I'm tired though.

I moan through pursed lips and let my head fall onto his shoulder.

S: I need to finish this, Isa.
I: Then finish it.

I tell him as I adjust myself to a more comfortable position on his lap, he sat stiffly and didn't react as I pressed my face into his neck and took a whiff of the strong cologne he was wearing.

S: Um, what are you doing?
I: Sleeping.
S: On me?
I: You've never been close to anyone, have you?
S: ...no. I already told you dollface, I don't know how to act around you.

I smile to myself before snuggling closer to him.

I: Just let me sleep and get back to work.

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Simom wasn't next to me when I woke up the next morning, I assume he carried me to bed since I don't remember falling asleep on him, but he was at the foot of the bed, leaning down to tie the laces of his shoes.

He obviously heard me sit up and turned his head, the darkness of his brown eyes meeting my own. Seconds later I found him walking towards me before grabbing my hip and pulling me off the mattress to sit on my knees.

It was clear as day; how excited I was when he gave me attention without me asking for it or initiating it.

S: My arm is healing.
I: Thank god, that reminds me I need to clean it again for safety reasons.
S: Do you really have to e-

He turns his head to the phone that suddenly starts ringing on the nightstand, my heart sinking in disappointment as he let go of me. It drenched his attention and stole it from me.

S: Johnny?

He answers the phone and puts it to his ear. With my hands I signal him urgently to put it on speaker, Simom almost refused until he remembered the deal we made yesterday.

J: - and we talked to them there. Z stays to watch and make sure we collect as much as we can. The real problem is where the boss is.

My father is missing. It hit me with a hard blow.

S: Where are you going?

Simon frowns at my worried face and hesitantly takes my hand as he sees my eyes fill up. I feel warm inside as he puts his hand on my lower back and pulls my body to his.

J: I'll be with you in a few days. Have you spoken to Ray?
S: Not yet.
J: What's taking you so long buddy?

Johnny spoke in frustration.

J: Would have thought you'd have seen him in person by now.

Simom paused for a second.

S: I've been busy with other things.