The Forbidden Desire

Chapter 11

When Bahja came out of the shower her hair dripped with water, falling on the ground. She wore the V-neck over her bra and panties with nothing else. It was just way to hot outside and in the building to even care. The shirt went past her bum, so she was a little comfortable. She was looking into the mirror fixing her hair when Avery moved in his bed. Bahja glanced at the clock and realized it's been only 2 hours. But she was scared if he'd wake up. Frankly, she wasn't ready to get yelled at for holding him back from going with his gang.

Beez's eyes opened and suddenly he sat upright. He winced as the pain shot through his body. Bahja ran up beside him and grabbed his bicep before helping him lean against the bed frame. "Careful," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.

Avery turned his head so he was facing her. His face was inches away from hers and he couldn't help but stare at her lips. "How long was I asleep for?" He asked. His voice came out raspy because he just woke up.

"2 hours," she told him.

"Where's everyone?"

There was hesitation in her eyes and she quickly looked down. Bahja immediately got off the bed as he held his stomach. He walked out of the room before looking around. Bahja stood behind him and cleared her throat. "They said they had some business to take care of. Delano was going to wake you up but I stopped him-"

"Why the fuck would you do that?" He asked as he yelled at her.

Bahja took steps back from him. Here comes scary Bugatti Beez. "I thought you needed rest-"

"I don't need anything," he spat. He walked into his room and grabbed a shirt when he felt Bahja's cool hand touch the back of his skin.

"Don't. You can't," she told him.

"Why not?"

"You're hurt!"

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Stop trying to act like you're so tough. Okay? People get hurt. It's okay to acknowledge it once in a while Avery!" Bahja yelled.

Bahja looked down at her. Chresanto was right about her. Her only thought was to make others happy and her kindness was her weakness. "Don't be nice to me," he warned her.

"Why not?"

"Because it's not worth it."

"You're worth a lot of things you don't know. You're afraid to show your real side," she whispered. Her hand came into contact with his chest, where his heart lies. "I'll be nice to you as much as I want."