Black Angel

Chapter Seven

Derrick

    Was that really happening right now?
    Zola is staying here. With me.
    I felt the massive urge to protect her. From the people outside that door. From her family.
    From me.
    For the first time in years, I was scared. Scared that I can't protect her. Scared that they come and take her from me. Scared that when she finds out about my past, she'll leave.
    I have to make sure she'll never find out. I don't want her to be scared of me. I want her to feel safe and at home.
    After that intense moment a few minutes ago, I went to her bathroom with the intention of checking everything out. I closed the door and locked it, slightly ashamed of what I was about to do instead. That I was about to get off on alone the thought of her.
    When we had this eye contact and got closer the more time passed, I felt a throbbing in my lower region and had to lose this desperate need of friction. Great. I was thirty-one and horny.
    Never had a person affected me that fast and that much.
    I turned on the faucet on the sink, closed the toilet lid and sat down, after pulling my sweatpants and boxers down a bit.
    I freed my cock, which was already hard and leaking pre-cum. I fisted it and began stroking myself while picturing her, imagining she is the one touching me. Not really satisfied, I got to my feet and walked to the sink, where the faucet was on, and wetted my hand with a bit of water. Walking back to the toilet, I sat on the closed lid again and continued my strokes while simultaneously caressing and massaging my balls.
    My breath started shaking and getting heavy and I quickened my pace as my climax was nearing. With a few more strokes I finally came with a growl I tried to keep low because I didn't want her to hear what I was doing in here.
    God, I needed that sweet release.
    When my breathing calmed down again, I stood and cleaned every tile on the floor my cum splashed on after straightening my clothes. Turning the faucet on the sink off again, I went to her shower and tested if that faucet is working too, which it was. Then I flushed the toilet, satisfied that it too was working.
    Before leaving the bathroom, I took a look around the room again. For one I was looking for any points I missed cleaning my cum off and for another I looked for mildew, which I fortunately both couldn't find.
    I cleared my throat and exited the bathroom after unlocking the door.
    "Everything's fine in there. You can use the bathroom now." I said, standing next to her bed. "If anything happens just let me know. I'll come and fix it."
    "Okay, thank you one more time." She said with a smile. I love being the reason of her smiles.
    I smiled and nodded my head towards the door. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything. I'm sure you want to organize your room for now. If you get hungry let me know, okay? I'll make us a meal or if you want we can order takeout or even go to a restaurant, I'm open for everything."
    "Thank- Okay." She said slightly laughing after I glared at her with a playful what-did-I-say glare. "I'll just organize a few pieces of clothing and hop in the shower."
    "Why only a few pieces of clothing? You can use all of that wardrobe, you know." I said, her cheeks took on a bit of crimson before she answered. "Well, since I can't stay here forever and have to look for a little apartment eventually, I thought it would be best not to take out all of my clothes. Despite I'm not moving in, I think that would be the best solution for now."
    I could feel my nerves crackle.
    ... I can't stay here forever...
    ... look for a little apartment...
    ... I'm not moving in...
    I felt a pang in my chest.
    What was this woman doing to me?
    Whatever it was, I liked it and I wasn't ready to let that go. Fuck, I wasn't sure if I would ever be ready to let that go. To let her go. I knew that she'd be better off without me but imagining her with someone else also made my blood boil.
    "It doesn't hurry. You can stay here for however long you wish, but I won't push you to do something you don't want to. I want you to feel comfortable and at home. You're safe here. You're safe with me. Don't forget that okay? I'm always here for you." I couldn't stop the words from escaping my mouth.
    They were true. I meant every single one of them. Since she was in my life, the misery which was haunting me didn't appear that often anymore. My nightmares seemed to vanish whenever I listened to her voice messages before going to sleep. And now, my house felt like a home again and she came only a few hours ago.
    She nodded smilingly and I left the room. Before I went to the living room, I headed to my bathroom. I needed a cold shower.

   

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    "Okayyyy, what do you want to eat?" She asked. While I was sitting on the sofa, she was entering the living room, wearing an oversized hoodie, a leggings and some cozy socks which she pulled over her leggings. Her gorgeous dark curls were still wet from her shower and lying neatly on her back.
    I wondered if I'd ever see her wearing one of my shirts hanging off her shoulders like a dress.
    "Whatever you want to eat. It's your choice since today is your first day in your new home." I said softly.
    Since she entered my life, I softened in every way possible. My anger issues were not as bad as they were a month ago. I didn't scowl as much as I did a month ago. I was laughing more than I did a month ago. I saw the world more colorful than I did a month ago.
    I was feeling more like myself than I ever did in my entire life.
    "My temporary new home." She corrected me. At least she thought she was correcting me. I already said I wouldn't let her go. And I intended to keep that promise.
    "How about I'm making some pasta with garlic chicken?" I asked, ignoring her correction. "You don't need to cook when I'm here. Thanks to my inattentive and non-caring parents I taught myself how to cook proper meals and I am very confident that you've never ate something as good as my meals." She said, amusement piercing her tone. She crossed her arms in front of her and tilted her chin up proudly.
    "We are a bit much confident, are we?" I asked with a chuckle and she tilted her chin towards me again and bending slightly over the couch – since she was standing and I was sitting – with one hand on the couch and the other on her hip. "Don't underestimate me and my ability to cook. You'd be surprised."
    I adored her. The amusement in her eyes and the challenging tone in her voice. The way she lived through hell in that house and still could be happy like a child.
    "As you wish, madame." I rose to my feet and bowed slightly down. She laughed and I led her to the kitchen. I'd be damned if I ever deny her anything. Her parents couldn't take care of her and her feelings properly, I intend to be the salvation to her every need. But I didn't only want to. Since she was already my salvation, I owed her.
    "What do you need? At least let me help you." I said, leaning on the counter. "Finee-ah." She said playing annoyed and putting her hair in a low ponytail. I chuckled and helped her with getting the ingredients and utensils she needed.
    While she was preparing the chicken, I prepared the pasta.
    While she was preparing the salad, I set the table.
    When it all was ready, and the entire house smelled like heaven, she told me to sit at the table and wait for her.
    If she'd asked, I'd wait a lifetime for her.
    But still, I couldn't stay away from her.
    Entering the kitchen I saw her, concentrated, putting the meal on our plates and salad in a bowl. "Why didn't you sit down?" She asked, a playful frown building in her brows and putting her left hand on her hip. She looked so cute, I couldn't stay serious. She looked like a minion would look when giving Gru orders. I chuckled and said "I wondered where my guest is. Well, since you've cooked, I don't think you're a guest anymore."
    Her hand and frown both dropped, and she started laughing. "Well, maybe you're right. But I was just coming." She said. Did she say I was right and she wasn't a guest? Good, that meant she did feel at home and comfortable.
    I took the plates with food and said "Let's not waste more time then. Come on, it smells delicious." After taking the salad bowl and turning off the stove and lights, she followed me back into the living room, where the dining table was also located.
    Seeing the table, she froze, her cheeks flushing. I'd put some candles and a single white tulip on the table. Since I didn't drink alcohol, I couldn't put any wine or anything else on the table, so it was just water and two cans of Red Bull, the white edition.
    She gathered herself and came to the table, setting down the salad with a smile. "This looks amazing." She said, looking dreamy. "I'm sorry, I don't have any wine at home since I don't drink alcohol. I hope you like Red Bull too." I said apologetically and smiling.
    After we both sat down, she put her hand on mine and squeezed reassuringly. "Don't apologize. I don't drink alcohol either. And I don't know how you knew but the white edition of Red Bull is my favorite. Well, after the old, light-blue winter edition. So don't worry. Everything's just perfect as it is." She said, gazing intently in my eyes.
    Huh, good to know.
    "Okay then." I said, taking her hand in mine and giving her a lady-like kiss on her knuckles. "Thank you for your sympathy and this meal, madame. I appreciate it very much." She laughed and after I reluctantly let her hand go, we started eating.