The Handsome Devil

Chapter 44 - The mornings after

There's nothing like a good night of sleep.

Deya let out a muffled growl before rolling around in the satin sheets. However, as she did so, her hand landed on a foreign object, its unusual warmness forcing her eyes wide open.

Hunter.

The events of previous night flashed in front of her eyes, instantly colouring her cheeks crimson.

Suffice to say, Victoria did get the satisfaction she sought. Hunter didn't take long to respond to her kiss, and from there it was a maddening rollercoaster till the point they passed out.

As she laid next to his sleeping body, she couldn't help but think about her only two other 'romantic' experiences.

With Jamie, she used to feel so relaxed and comfortable, mostly because they knew each other for the longer part of their lives.

Being with him felt so right and special. The way he cherished her body as if it was a temple, or the butterfly kisses that followed afterwards as they cuddled to sleep.

He was truly the best first boyfriend you could wish for.

In a sense, the encounters with Max were special too. Her core shivered at the memory of the pleasure his electrifying touch used to bring her.

Yet, they were never the good kind of special, and they never felt right.

He certainly didn't treat her with the respect Jamie did. In fact, he put her life at risk more than once, and even though they never slept together, he seemed comfortable with taking everything else he wanted regardless her consent. It felt almost surreal that her mind and soul saw something enticing in the man.

And Hunter? He surely was different.

His dominant demeanor did set her loins on fire and they've both reached satisfaction more than once that night.

Despite that, he didn't dare to make the first move once he cornered her, and made sure to ask her if she's alright with everything that was about to go down.

Somehow, he was a middle ground between the the two other men. The best of the two worlds.

Then why did she find herself half unfulfilled?

It was about lust, undoubtedly. But there weren't the romantic fireworks like with Jamie, and neither was the storm only Max was ever able to unleash.

Isn't lust and physical pleasure better than feeling nothing at all, though?

Victoria certainly thought so when she escalated things yesterday. Nonetheless, Deya's broken mind that woke up in the naked body at 5 am would disagree.

You knew he has a crush on you.

Her conscience was giving her a hard time.

She did believe Hunter had a good heart, and he surely was attractive with his muscular frame and dark piercing eyes imbedded into perfectly sculpted face.

But sadly, neither Deya or Victoria were capable of reciprocating his feelings.

As her eyes bore into the man's exposed back, she thought over her alternatives.

Avoid talking about it?

Somehow, she wasn't ready for another silent treatment period, although the conversation would be equal to torture.

What if I ran away...

That surely did seem like a convenient solution. Nonetheless, Hunter was the only reason she hasn't been chased down by the Bulldogs yet, and avoiding the talk simply wasn't worth the risk.