The Handsome Helper

Chapter 9

"So what's next?" Raphael asks. Currently we're tangled up on his bed and the evening's darkness is seeping through his open blinds. His jaw tightens as I look up at him. He doesn't look at all tired, but as always, he's pissed off.

"Shhh" I hiss "you're ruining it" a silence falls but is broken when Raphael selfishly decides to detangle himself and stretch.

"I can't stand touching you" he mumbles while sitting up

"Aaaaand you've ruined it" I get up and walk over to his side.

The embarrassment of being naked in front of someone isn't something that affects me anymore, being naked is as easy as walking now. My theory is: you were born into this world naked, you shower naked, under your designer clothes: you are naked. So why become shy when, someone who also was born naked, showers naked and is naked underneath their clothes, wants to see you? Why hide behind clothes? I've learnt through various men that women's bodies are so beyond art they're almost something to worship.

As Raphael tries to pull his boxers on I climb onto his lap, taking him by complete surprise, I wait for him to look at me. I want him to see my temple and know that I'm not done.

He lets go of his boxers that are now the barrier between us. His hands instead move to pressing against my shoulder bones, holding me from falling backwards. I feel like a feather, his body takes my weight as if it's nothing, as if I was nothing. My right hand clutches a hand full of his dark curly hair while the left traces his neck, tracing every line, nook or cranny. But he still hasn't given me what I want. So I pull on his hair and his head follows. His arms tense as the pain courses through him. I feel his thighs tenses underneath me and his fingers pinch my skin as he uses it as a pain relief. Slowly his head comes down from looking at the ceiling and I get what I want: eye contact.

Christmas comes early because with that eye contact comes a smile, not a smirk but a smile. A goofy toothy one and if I hadn't known better I'd say it was genuine but I know men like Raphael, I know their smiles aren't real anymore, not after what they've seen and been through.

A driven man like Raphael doesn't just become a policeman. No, there must've been a trigger. Did his mum get killed by burglars? Did his dog get hit by a drunk driver? Was his father a stoner? Whatever the situation was, he was left powerless, so, he turned to the badge. And how do I know this? A girl who didn't go to school often? Well, I might not be a girl that went to school but I'm a girl with good hips, impressive looks and a love for being nosy.

Raphael's smile told me that he's about to kiss me. The smile's universal, every man, boy, lad, male has it. It's what makes you shut your eyes and lean in. Unfortunately, I don't want to kiss him. I didn't want a first kiss with him, yes we had sex without kissing. So passionate, I know.

"I've gotta go" I whisper to his smile, not looking at his inevitably angered eyes. I get a grumble in response and his hands loosen, freeing me of him and his bad morning breath. "Thanks"

"I'm not your prostitute, don't thank me like I did you a solid" he hisses at my back as I dress myself on the other side of the room

"But darling, you are my hoe, I was horny and you picked me up and we made love" provoking him so early in the evening was funnier than I thought it would be. But I didn't expect him to take the room so quickly and quietly, he catches me so off guard it's as easy as pie to push me up against the wall. I struggle to breathe as his hand clamps my throat and the flow of oxygen cuts off.

"Listen, you're a piece of dirt, don't you ever, ever, think I am anything like you" he lets me go and I gasp for breathe. But as soon as I regain my cool I'm back against the wall with his hand again, clamped around my neck. But this time his smile reaches his eyes and I close my eyes and lean in. My hands search for his hair and his search for my hips. Once found he pulls me towards him and his tongue battles with mine for dominance.

A deep sound from his throat rips through him and he moves his hands to underneath my thighs and with one swift movement he scoops me up. I open my eyes for a second to find him staring at me. His eyes look hungry and angry. I laugh at the sight of him and we pull away from each other. I release his hair and he sets me down. I have nothing to say so I walk out of there.

No money and no explanation for Le patron, great.

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