The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

The words flashed up at me from my phone as I stepped into the elevator and a smile made its way to my face.

My Love :

• Amante.

• Go on a date with me?

• I promise to apologize. . . later. 😏

I blushed immediately as my eyes skimmed over the last text. I knew full well what he meant by that text message.

The best part of his messages were that they didn't even sound like a question, it sounded more of a statement, a command even, as if he knows I would never say no to him and in my head, I cursed him and smiled— cocky bastard.

My fingers worked quick on a response but almost as if he could sense me typing, his phone call popped up, brightening my phone screen and I grip the phone tighter.

“Mi amante,” I hear him softly breath when I place the device close to my ear. “Are you at home yet, my love?”

I blink, staring at the elevator button to his pent house and I nod my head. “Yeah.” I mumble and press the button. “I'm on my way up. Are you here?” I ask, gently pulling at the hem on dress and he stays silent. “I need to talk to you about something.” I quietly add— watching the numbers.

“Uh— not right now, amante. Can we talk over dinner?”

“Okay.”

There's a long pause between the two of us and I hear the way he breathes in and out, slow and steady. I wait for him to end the phone call because I don't want to end it myself.

“Are you still angry at me?”

“Maybe.”

I pull my lip between my teeth, holding back my smirk— even if he can't see it right now. But soon my mouth opens wide, a loud gasp leaves from me and I'm not entirely sure if it's from his words or because of the decorations around the penthouse— lots and lots of balloons with the words I'm sorry, in different colors, are everywhere and I smile.

God. This man really is endless with things until he succeeds, isn't he? I take in the scene in front of me, almost forgetting very detailed words from a minute ago.

“Fuck! I'm going to have to fuck you nice and hard for that forgiveness, aren't I?”

I blush red and slowly push my way in the direction of the bedroom. “Must everything be about sex?” I tease.

He laughs and it's like heavenly, yet so sinful, music to my ears. “When my woman is a little tigress in the bedroom then hell yes, every fucking thought of mine is about you, amante— underneath me, on top of me, fucking next to me. Everywhere, around my c—” He growls.

I have to cut him off because I swear, my eyes were about to roll back. “S— stop!” I mumble out and he chuckles.

“Don't touch yourself, naughty girl.”

“Oh my god, Percy! Shut up!”

“You would have to sit on my face for that.”

“Okay, bye. I'm hanging up.”

His laughter is louder now and I can imagine him, laughing at my obvious red face and constantly teasing me for it.

I pull the phone away from my red ears and I'm almost at the red button that'll end the call when I hear his loud voice, shouting out for me to wait and I sigh to myself.