Hennessey

11 - Gone

Chapter 11

Your brother wasn’t the best brother ever. That was painfully obvious. He dropped off your bags with some poor valet, then was drawn towards the casino. Luckily, you and Angel caught him before he could even touch a machine.

You were now dressed in one of Angel’s dress shirts and pairs of dress pants. Your hair was pulled back. Angel had insisted on putting your hair in a bun, but then complained that you did it too messy, so he did it for you.

The heir had very skilled hands, especially for braiding hair. Your hair was in an elegant braided bun, thanks to your fiance. Now that you had your clothing, you hadn’t expected Angel and his men to have literally packed everything up and taken you to Italy.

The plane ride was going to be long, and you and Angel sat in silence for most of it. Maybe an hour into the flight, you had fallen asleep. Angel gazed at your sleeping form, you dreaming of only god knows what.

He liked your hair out of your face, and your eyes closed. You were… heh… you were an angel. Heh… He chuckled silently to himself. You were an angel who belonged to Angel. Twas the perfect pun. Just like you were the perfect girl.

You opened your eyes. Slowly at first, you woke up and stretched widely. Suddenly, you winced at a pain in your abdomen. Angel jumped at a rumbling sound.

“What? What happened?”

“Nothing,” you insisted. “I just… I didn’t really eaten anything today….”

“Well then,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We should get you something to eat before we go to the house. I know a good restaurant near the airport.” You just sighed and nodded, much too hungry to even try to argue or fight or apologize for any inconveniences.

Finally, the plane landed in Italy. Within a moment, Angel dragged you to a lambo like the one he had in America, but this one was lime green instead of white. You turned to see people hauling your luggage into other cars to take it elsewhere.

“Don’t worry,” said Angel. “Their just taking it to the estate. When we arrive, the luggage will be waiting for us.” You just silently nodded and didn’t protest. After starting the car, Angel drove you to a nearby small restaurant. Why he knew where it was, you didn’t know.

It was painfully obvious he didn’t like things like a small, family owned restaurant. But then again, there you were. In an instant, you were sitting at a table with large bowls and plates of food spread for you.

There had to be enough food there to feed a family for a week! Your eyes grew to the size of saucers, and Angel just quietly chuckled to himself.

“Please, help yourself.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you piled a plate high and began ferociously tearing into the food with the hunger of a ravenous beast. Angel watched silently for a moment. If you trusted him enough to eat like… like… such a slob, in front of him, he knew he was doing something right.

A smudge of sauce landed on your cheek, dribbling down your chin. Angel fought the urge to reach over the table and wipe it away with his thumb gently caressing your cheek. You looked up at Angel, making him jump.

“What?” you said coldly.

“You have something on your face,” he snapped. “God, you’re such a slob.” Embarrassed, you began wiping away at your face with one of the red cloth napkins. Sadly for you, you missed the smudge multiple times.

Finally sick of your childish moves, Angel reached across the table and ripped the cloth from your hands before slashing to clean your face.

“You’re such a slob,” he repeated, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You saw this, and smiled gently. His eyes met yours for a moment, and his hand stopped moving. With your smiles mirroring, Angel suddenly jerked away and threw the napkin to the floor. He cleared his throat as your cheeks burned red along with the tips of Angel’s ears.

“Don’t embarrass me in public.” And in less than a second, all of those feelings you thought you felt melted away with the red in your cheeks.

“So, it’s okay to do it in private, right?” For a moment, all context in the previous conversation escaped Angel’s mind, and all he got was ‘so it’s okay to do it in private’. Of course, his rich, adolescent, dirty mind fell right to the gutter and his ears burned a brighter red than the author’s hair.

“I… uh…. I…. can’t….” You smirked at the boy you rendered speechless. With two completely different scenarios running through both of your heads, you just stared at each other.

In your mind, you were thinking of a late night movie marathon with ice cream dripping down your childish kitty cat onesie. In his mind, you were lying naked on a bed with your hands cuffed to the head board your voice screaming his name helplessly as if it were the only word you knew.

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What the fuck, Angel. What a dirty mind.

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