Death's Angel

Chapter 9

Picture of Soleil above.

A throbbing headache. That was what woke up Soleil. The kind of headache that made her want to bury her head in deep sand. She looked around the room and felt so lonely. She wished she had someone to hold. She chuckled ironically- she was better off alone anyway. The persons she loved the most had betrayed her,  leaving a wound in her heart that would never heal. It was still early in the morning but she didn't feel like sleeping anymore. The dreadful feeling of sadness heavy in her heart, she walked into her bathroom to clean her teeth and take a bath. Opening her cupboard, she only found a box of cereal.
Don't lose hope, Sol. You have a job now. You'll make it.

Hayden was woken up by a sense of wetness on his cheek. Groaning, he opened one eye to find his German shepherd, Rock drooling all over his face. He had never been a morning person but he dreaded this day in particular- his elder sister would be coming home at noon with her pathetic excuse of a husband. Let's just say that the scumbag had never been his biggest fan. Maybe he could fake his death just for today but his mom would probably castrate him. Petting Rock on the head, he went to his bathroom. As he was in the shower, his thoughts drifted towards a certain curly haired female who haunted him. His cock went rock hard instantly and he moaned as his hand slid over it. He could most probably drive a nail with his dick.

He imagined Soleil's small hands on him while she would eye him from under her thick lashes. He believed he was dangerously obsessed with this woman- she had been on his mind since yesterday. He dreamed of burying himself deep inside of her but he was reduced to fist fucking. If his best friend, Chip, saw him, he wouldn't be hearing the end of it. As he felt his orgasm nearing, he imagined his little brunette on her knees in front of him, her pussy in full displayed to his greedy eyes.
"Fuck!" he shouted as he exploded in his fist, his semen shooting on the tiles in front of him. Cleaning up his mess and his body, he dressed up in a dark blue v-neck shirt and black jeans. What gave him hope for today was that he was going to meet his kitten tonight. As he was eating his breakfast in his kitchen, his best friend barged into the room.
Ryan Jenkins, alias Chip, was a six foot blond guy with green eyes. His best friend and him were polar opposite- Hayden being the eternal romantic and Ryan being the irrevocable womanizer. But there was an indescribable bond between them since childhood. Greeting Chip with a manly hug, he then sat down waiting his friend to speak. Hayden's circle of friends and family didn't particularly understand the word privacy but he wouldn't have it any other way. When he had moved out of the family home at eighteen, it had been to become independent. He worked hard to construct this house every block, every layer of paint; he'd done everything by himself. However, he hated feeling alone that was why he didn't mind his friend's and his family's daily intrusions. That was also why he was searching for the right person to share his life with. And he might have found her in the body of a certain curly haired.

"Dude?!" Ryan shouted, "You were daydreaming again! You didn't even hear what I said."
Hayden rolled his eyes and muttered a sorry. He urged the blond to continue with a nod of the head.
"I was saying that there was apparently a new hottie at the club. Reno and Scar said that she was totally bangable."
"Stay away from her", he growled, "She's mine."
Ryan stared at him in disbelief. It was the first time that he heard his friend speaking of someone with such possessiveness.
"Sorry, bro. I didn't know that she was taken."
Hayden's cheeks reddened but grinned at his best friend before:
"She is not taken yet. I'll make her mine bro. I know she is the one."

The blond rolled his eyes at his best friend while he served himself a mug of coffee. He didn't understand how Hayden could still believe in true love after everything that he'd been through- all of his girlfriends had been gorgeous on the outside but horrible inside. But being the ever optimist, he didn't give up. Hayden was one of the kindest person that he'd ever met and that was why people adored him. Ryan, on the other hand, was always lucky and had had wonderful women. However, he couldn't love any of them.

Around noon, his friend left and Hayden drove to his parents' house. Cringing as he saw the Honda of his brother-in-law, he exited his car. Taking a deep breath, he entered the house, only to be attack by his mother and sisters with a hug. Jessie and Amanda were identical twins and Amanda was the oldest by two minutes. While Jessie kept her blond hair long, Amanda kept it short above the shoulder. He trailed behind them, entering the dining room and greeted his father with a hug. The sound of someone clearing his throat made him instantly scowl. He turned around to see his dickface brother-in-law, Andrew. He was a five foot six bald guy. No one in his family liked Andrew- he was a stuck-up son of a bitch who'd never worked in his life thanks to his parents being billionaires. As they all sat down around the table, Hayden knew that it was going to be one of the most boring lunch of his life.