Angelina

Chapter 22

     Five days went by since I spoke to Angelina. I kept in contact with Stella who informed me of how despondent she had become.

     “She was crying again last night, Rogue. Do something I can’t stand her wretchedness.” Stella said.

     A small amount of pain shot through me and I forced it away. “Just a few more days and I’ll fix everything.” I assured her.

     “Fine, I’ll see you in a few days.”

     On the second night of our guests stay, Wren came to my room. I heard her coming and opened my door well in advance ready to assist her. Instead, she stepped into my room, dropped the long loose silk gown that she was wearing and stood before me naked.

     “A gift from Corinth, he sent me to pleasure you.” She said with a seductive smile.

     Granted she was beautiful with thick waist long ebony hair and dark green eyes, I found myself uninterested. “Down the hall make a left and you’ll find my brother Dax, he’ll take care of you.” I told her before holding her arm and leading her to the door.

     She pulled away from my hold. “It must be you; Frieda was given to Daxton and Giselle to Anya.” Her eyes pleaded with me not to throw her out. I knew then her master would punish her for failing to please me.

     Corinth brought these vamp whores for us, the ones without mates. I knew Dax and Anya was at that moment enjoying their pleasure and truthfully I would have taken her if it were not for Angelina’s existence in my life.

     Then, a thought occurred; she could be my distraction from Angelina. I shut the door and dragged her to the foot of my bed, before leaning back against the headboard. In the nightstand was the remote for my stereo system. I put some music on.

     “Dance” I demanded.

     She smiled and moved her body like a sinful snake. When another song kicked on Wren crawl on the bed towards me and got up on her knees. Her hands explored her body, trying desperately to get a rise out of me. I lay more dormant than the dead did.   Although she was very entertaining to watch, Wren was no Angelina, no one could compare to her. I was thinking about her again, lost in an image of her smiling face when I felt the girls’ lips on mine.

     “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?” She asked when I pulled away.

     She smelt all wrong and used. Her beauty wasted with Corinth and his clan.

     “Do you want me?” I asked, still amusing myself.

     “Yes, very much”

     “Really, why?”

     “You’re very handsome, I liked you the moment I saw you and begged Corinth to let me have you.”

     Her answer surprised me. “You can stay here tonight but don’t come back.” I told her coldly moving off the bed.

     “Why not?” She asked a little hurt and worried.

     “Because as beautiful as you are, I do not want you.”

     “Who do you want then?”

     I ignored the question.

     “What if I promise to sit over there quietly every night and not bother you?” She said quickly.

     The desperation in her voice worried me. “Fine, I’ll come back later. Stay over there.” I turned the music off and left.

     Every night she came to my room and sat on the chair in the corner. Except for one night when she got up and danced without music.