Rischio (BWWM)

25. Boi.

"Boi if you don't getcho..... Apollo 3, Luigi from Mario Brothers, Daddy from 2 2 7 mustache having ass out my face and out this place,... don't play with me. I'm not for play play." Is what I really wanted to say but the look on his face told me otherwise. He was jelly!

"Why are you two out in the open like this. Anyone who knows will have people in here in a matter of seconds." He growled in a low voice.

"I want you up and out of here Mr. Kelly. I will bring Ms. Ivory back to her side of the estate in the morning." He said waiting for Gray to leave. Even with the irritation on my face, Grayson remained calm and quickly excused himself from the table.

Grabbing Mariano's tie, I pulled him very close to my face.

"I am about this close from busting your ass in front of all these people."I hissed making sure he got my message.

"Ms. Ivory you have another thing coming." He whispered before wrapping one arm around my waist and hauled me over his shoulder. A collection of gasp ran around the room followed by a long stretch of silence.

I could feel embarrassment and anger rise in me like a coke in a bottle. I was going to lash out. Walking out of the little shop he shoved me in the back of the limo that was pulled up on the curve. Sitting up straight he slipped in next to me and closed the door. Turning towards me, he looked as if he was about to bounce but I was already there. Swinging my hand meet his cheek with a stinging burn.

"I fuçking hate you." I shouted and went to hit him again. Grabbing my hand he stopped me. His face was red but you could see the faint outline of where my hand had been. Narrowing his eyes at me, he leaned into me until I was pressed tightly against the car door and him.

"That's not what you told me before." He said with anger coursing through his words.

"Fuçk what I said and you. You're an asswipe anyways." I said glaring hard in his face. He kept leaning until his lips were brushing mine.

"So you are telling me," he whispered in a raspy voice sending my heart into a downward spiral. "that you don't feel a thing for me and you don't miss me."

The silence rang in my ears and I thought. I would have missed him if he would have stayed. But guess what he didn't. Even thought his voice still make me want him, I can't help physical attraction. I can't help the anger in me when he left the room back in America. How could I like someone so numb to feelings and so stupid.

"I fuçking hate you." I said again turning my head away from him.

"Let me test that theory." He said before his lips met my neck and the warm feeling in my stomach burned the tips of my ears. It was a fuçking lie. All of it. I missed him but I always preoccupied myself to not let my mind wonder.

The smooth skin on his lips were, a contrast from the stubble on his jaw, ever so slightly gazing my skin. Gasping, he pressed his heated tongue against my pulse that was racing. Gripping his shoulder, I wanted to push him but pull him. His scent burned my nose the same way it was burned into my memory. Massaging my backside he stop attacking my neck and looked me in the eye.

"Tell me, Océane when is the last time I made you come." He whispered husky keeping up the intense stare. His tongue ran over my lips. Flushed and embarrassed I pushed his face way from me.

"Uh excuse me" he said before I put a hand over his mouth.

"No thanks. Don't ask me those type of questions Satan. It's been long enough and I plan to keep it that way." I say before ripping my hand from his face and wiping his slob on his cheek.

"Gross.." I whispered shuttering slightly.

"You don't say that when I'm down on my knees tongue fuçking the shït out of you." He says with his eye melting into an almost black color.