Sweet Vengeance

Chapter 25- Bestfriend

My eyes were heavy and my body feels so tired but I cannot sleep no matter what I do. I can't stop thinking about the earlier mess that I did. The disgusting fact that I need to kiss that Drake to escape and what bothers me most is the tattoo on his hand. In addition, I want to know what is his relation to Uncle Arturo. There is no doubt about the fact that they were talking to each other and discussing something serious. I need to know their relationship to each other and the meaning of the letter that Dad sent to Sebastian Fitzgerald. I must talk to him without giving away my true identity.

About an hour had passed but still, I was having difficulty falling asleep. The intimate space I shared with Timothy added to the anxiety I felt. Is he sleeping or not?

I glanced at him but he was facing opposite of me. I can see his sexy back and of a sudden, I have an urge to touch it. I really want to feel his irresistible hard muscle.

No! You are a strong independent woman Gabriela!

I reminded myself and restrained from doing inappropriate action.

I have never been this close to any of my opposite sex in my twenty years of existence. Except for Dad, of course. Even I don't have any experience, I'm not that innocent to know what can happen to a man and a woman in one bed. Well, thanks to my little vixen best friend, I'm not so naive in this subject.

Then, I remembered the kiss that I and Timothy shared. My first kiss. My body heated as I remembered that moment. His lips feel so soft and warm that gave me a tingling feeling. I instantly block my mind before I could think of anything else. I must remember why I am here. I am here to avenge my father death not to find romance and act like a teenage girl drooling on her crush.

I sighed and sat down on the bed. I want to sleep and stop thinking of anything. Timothy was still sleeping but now I can see his face as he moves in my direction. Even in his sleep, he looks so dazzling. His face was perfectly sculpted. I like his brows and eyelashes, so thick and dark. He is so handsome.

He opened his eyes and caught me looking at him. I blushed and looked away.

"Why are you still awake?" he asked sleepily. He looks different from his usual cold self.

"I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about what happened earlier," I answered honestly. My eyes were tired and I'm already desperate to get some sleep.

"Just close your eyes and clear your mind," he said while yawning.

"Easy to say but hard to do," I replied.

"Lie down here," he tapped the space beside him. I looked at him with hesitation.

"Don't worry I won't do anything bad," he assured. His voice was serious and I know that he is a man of words.

So I lie down beside him but not too close. Then, he began stroking my hair softly that gave me a relaxing feeling. His action suddenly triggered memories that I almost forgot. I closed my eyes and all of a sudden it flashed back.

I was seven years old back then.
I was crying hard because Keira had slapped me again. I miss my mom so much. I was lonely and no one to talk to. Dad was busy with his company and I was left alone.

Under the big tree, I cried in silence as I bent my knees and cover my eyes with my both hands. Then suddenly a boy came to me. His name is Breece Timothy Fitzgerald and he was three years older than. They call him Breece, but I like to call him Timothy 'cos it sounds cute.

Timothy sat beside me and hushed me. Stroking my hair gently made me felt relaxed. From that day on, we became best friends. Then, every time I felt sad and burst out of crying, he would hush me and stroke my hair like the one he is doing right now.