The Gang Leader's Partner (Completed)

Part 38/ "Marble floors and french windows with tiffany chandeliers."

I have truly forgot how much power you have over someone when you're in love.
And I don't mean the whole dominant role,or who wears the "pants" in the relationship.
I mean about the emotional power one has on the other.
Of course the loving is beautiful,but you never actually see how much you mean to someone until your mad at them,and they feel horrible.

This was my situation anyway.

I pull on a bathrobe after my quick morning shower,and feel way more refreshed that I was fifteen minutes ago.
Summer and pregnancy don't go together.
I put on a flowy and light dress,that allows air to enter everywhere,and brush my hair,letting it dry by itself.

I bite my lip when I see the unmade bed in the guest bedroom,as I exit the room I was sleeping in.
I walk down the stairs slowly and walk to the laundry room,to put my clothes in the washer before I go and make myself breakfast.

I hope Hunter is either on a jog,working out or in his office,because I honestly can't put up with him right now.
Men are hard to handle without caffeine and alcohol.
But of course,much to my dismay,he's right there in the kitchen. Making breakfast. Shirtless.

I know what he's doing. He was been trying this stupid tactic for the past days. He knows my fucking hormones are everywhere,and him standing there looking like a fucking greek God,does nothing good for me.

But no. I am still mad at him,and it's not for just one reason anymore. It has developed into a whole list. And until he works with me ,he does not get to win.
Daniella Carter will not break.

"Morning baby..." He says in a raspy voice,hitting me in all the right places.
I clench my teeth together and suppress my urge to jump him,and just walk to the already boiling water in the tea kettle,which the fucker has already made for me.

"I made you grilled cheese." He says putting a perfect looking sandwich on the counter as he leans against it.
I put my mug along with my phone on the table,before going to pick up my plate.I pick it up,and halfway through,Hunter wraps his hand around my arm.

I look at where his grip is and look up at him with the expression that he knows far to well.
One that says I will brake your fucking arm if you don't let go.
And without saying anything,he lets go.
"Danny,come on. It's been five fucking days! Talk to me."

I cross my arms over my chest and see him sigh and run his hand through his hair in frustration.
"Can I at least get a fucking kiss?" He asks in a defeated voice.
We both look at each other stubbornly for about twenty seconds before I sigh and pull his face down,smashing his lips against mine.

Like a reflex,his arms immediately wrap around my waist and pulls me closer to him.
I hear him moan in the back of his throat,and I hate to admit but I'm enjoying this as much as he is.
I miss him.

I have the decency to pull away first,and see the disappointment on his face  as he looks at me with hunger in his eyes.
"Sex isn't going to fix this." I remove his hands from my body,and walk over to the table to eat my breakfast,before he leaves the room.

***

"Ready ?" He asks picking up his car keys from the hanger.
"Sure..." I say as lazily as I get up and walk in front of him out the door.
Kira asked If I would want to go over and have a girl's day with her,and I immediately said yes.
I  need a brake from everything.