Dollface

Part 64

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Two large, tattooed arms are wrapped tightly around my body, securing my back tightly to the bare chest behind me. I barely had time to comprehend anything as my head was still in a hazy daze of newly awakened exhaustion.

Attempting to get up to use the bathroom, I immediately notice the excruciating pain between my legs. Not to mention, every muscle and limb in my body was stiff, barely able to push me out of the hold I was locked in, let alone able to hold myself upright.

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I try to get up again and pry Simon's arms off of me, but it's no use. The guy is sleeping like a sack of bricks. I usually want to wake him up, but he's barely sleeping, so I decide to just try again and ignore the pain for now until I get to the bathroom.

It was only a matter of time before I would piss myself, so I practically rip Simon's arms off of me and sit over the edge of the bed, my toes hitting the cold wooden floor as I sit with my eyes closed, trying to ease the pain in my body before I stand up. The moment I finally stand up straight, my limp legs give out almost immediately. But somehow I keep my balance and scurry to the bathroom.

After doing my business, I go back into the room and put on one of Simon's plain black shirts; it was big enough to reach mid-thigh.

S: Are you in pain dollface?

The hoarse voice from the bed makes me turn quickly.

I: Damn, do you ever really sleep?

I pull my underwear back up my legs and see his eyes briefly notice my clothes. He grins weakly and sits against the headboard, the blanket covering just below his v-lines defined he motions for me to sit on his lap by patting it and I do so shyly.

S: I like my shirt on you.

His hands slide up and down my thighs straddling his waist before sneaking under my shirt and resting on my hips. I blush as I realize he is finally communicating with me and talking about what is bothering him.

I smile in response, strolling closer and leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

I: Me too.
S: Do you want to take a shower with me?

My eyebrows raise when I see how direct his question was, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. He was casual and stared at me normally as he waited for my answer.

S: It should help if you're in pain.

My lips turn to the side in embarrassment, nibbling the inside of my cheek.

S: There's no point in lying to me Isa, I know when you're lying.

My lips roll in my mouth, eyes drop to his chest and I start tracing the outline of his tattoos.

S: You're a little quiet, aren't you dollface?

He sits up a little more and leans against the headboard, brushing my hair out of my face. My gaze flickers back to him to see a small grin on his face. Is he seriously smiling right now Oh god...

S: So, are you coming?

I nod slowly and before I know it, his arms are around my thighs and I'm being lifted out of bed. A scream tears its way out of my throat and I immediately bury my face in his neck.

I: Jesus!
S: No angel should have to go to the bathroom when she's hurt.
I: That doesn't make sense.

I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck for support.

S: It does. You just don't understand.

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Later that day, once we've showered and managed to get out of the wonderful warmth and comfort of the bed, Simon resumes his work with my dad, our knowledge of the things we've discovered remains between us.

The second option just seems easier to me than confessing to my dad and having to explain everything, so I just trust Simon and let him get on with his "plan".

What worries me the most is the fact that Adam knows I know, he must have assumed I know, and if I didn't know them, he would probably just use me as a threat against my dad to get the codes out of him instead.

I lurk endlessly through the quiet hallways, turning corner after corner in hopes that the time would pass faster, there's not much to do if you don't have a phone or computer, though the feeling of my fingertips brushing against the walls as I passed was enough to keep me entertained for the few minutes until Simon was dismissed from his meeting.

The few guards standing in the hallways watch me pass with little mindfulness, remaining calm and professional. They are used to my unusual behavior after all these years of watching me grow up.

My wandering chase was then interrupted when a large figure collides with mine. I end up almost stumbling but a pair of hands grab my shoulders to help me regain my balance.

M: Jesus! You should watch where you're going Miss. Gates.

I force myself to laugh when my sight meets a very familiar pair of green eyes. Matthew.
(The guy from the first chapter)

I: Sorry.
M: Oh don't stress, it's fine.

His vibrant green eyes and straight black hair contrast very sharply, it's a beautiful contrast, he wears it perfectly and pulls it on effortlessly, those eyes staring at me cautiously. Slight smirk on his lips.

I: You know, you don't have to call me Miss Gates all the time. I've told you this before.
M: You say that, but I follow your father's orders.
I: I know.

I watch him quietly and nod my head, unsure of what to say after that.

I: So um... you went on the mission the other day right?
M: Sure.
I: Congratulations on not getting killed.
M: That was a piece of cake.

He chuckles and peers down at me until his eyes catch something at the end of the hall that instantly knocks the smile off his face. I look at him confused before turning my head to see Simon heading our way.

He didn't look happy. Not at all. His jaw was clenched tightly, hands balled into fists at his sides until they released and gripped my waist. I'm forced behind him within seconds and become extremely confused when he shoots Matthew an angry glare.

Matthew keeps a straight face and stares straight at Simon with only a few feet between them. But I can see a hint of fear in his eyes, confirmed when he swallows discreetly, they remain dead silent for a moment, just waiting for Simon to explain his sudden presence.

S: You.

His index finger rather jabs Matthew's chest so hard that he stumbles back a step.

S: Stay the hell away from her.