Touch

Chapter 14| Mind Games

We'd been in this car for about an hour and a half now, driving through nothing but green and. Where exactly did this man live? I never pegged Malachai for a man of the woods, nothing about him suggested it, but I guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, right?

I was a city girl through and through, but the view was beautiful, everything about it was captivating. I had the urge to sink my feet in the rich soil as I stroked the soft petals of the flora that adorned the forest grounds.

I found peace in the bird's song as it reverberated through the forest, lulling me into a sense of calm, beckoning sleep the sleep which had evaded me these past two days. 

48 hours. Two days of the most intense sex of my life with this god of man sitting across from me. I barely slept, I hardly ate, though I wasn't hungry, at least not in the way I should be, and I was so sore.

48 hours later, and here I was, sitting in the back of his car on the way to his place with a bag stuffed full of clothes. What the hell was I thinking?

Truth is, I wasn't thinking, I let Malachai scare me into coming, though to be honest that in and of itself was sexy.

I'm crazy, I know I am because nobody in their right mind would find that attractive, and yet here I am reminiscing on these last 48 hours, plotting on ways to lure him into bed once we get to his place.

As the memories of the last two nights came to mind, I thought of Jeff. Poor Jeff, I'd have to get him something. I don't care if that partition was soundproof, there's no way he didn't hear or at least know what was happening.

There was a part of me that was mortified, but at the moment he hadn't even crossed my mind. That was the effect of Malachai Rendell, he made you throw all caution to the wind without sparing a second thought.

I wonder how often Jeff has had to endure this?  The rational part of me knew that Malachai had his share of females, but my irrational side was getting the best of me.

The moment we shared in this car, the one directly responsible for my current predicament-had he shared that with other women? The thought of Malachai with other women was infuriating.

48 hours and you're already getting possessive, Amina? What the hell?

"You're dickmatized," my conscience whispered with a snicker; there she was, I had been waiting for her to chime in.

"How are you?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I turned from the window to face him, "Tired. Sore. Hungry," I replied.

He laughed, "I'll be sure to have something prepared for you by the time we get there, how does steak sound?"

"With mashed potatoes and corn on the cob?" I asked, the excitement far too evident in my voice.

"If you wish," he said with a chuckle.

"I do."

"Then you shall have it."

"I mean, it's the least you could do seeing as though you waged psychological warfare against me to get me here."

I should have just said thank you and let that be the end of it, but who was I kidding? Petty was my middle name, and I had no intention on letting Malachai off the hook anytime soon. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, " he said, breaking eye contact with me to look through his phone. It would seem Malachai was two steps ahead of me, skillfully circumventing the argument  I wanted to have, the questions I wanted to ask. Smart man.

Who is Michael Cirini? What the hell does he want with me? And what was Malachai involved in that he could have any sort of association with this man?

I know I agreed to come, deep down I wanted to, but I felt like I was tricked into making this decision when my mind had already been made up. In 48 hours, I'd learned three things about this man; Malachai Rendell was dominant, his sexual prowess unmatched, and mind games were his specialty.