revenge // h.s

thirteen

"Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Some see an innocent victim. Others see evil incarnate getting exactly what's deserved."

I don't know how we ended up like this but both my legs were completely wrapped around him and my fingers were lost in his hair. They felt so soft against my hand as I twirled them around. His hands were underneath my top and the skin contact literally felt like I was on fire. My body shuddered at his touch and he would apologise in between the kiss when we tried to gasp for air. Again being a fucking gentleman which made me go a little bit more crazy. He thought it was his finger tips that were making me feel cold, oh boy little did he know.

The tracing of his index finger on my back had me losing all composure and I was melting in his hands, but what drove me completely off the edge was when I heard a small moan leave his mouth. My fingers were tugging at his hair and he was enjoying the comfort of my hands. Every time I lightly gripped onto it he would moan and I couldn't help but smile against his lips, even he knew it. I was ready to sign up for a mental asylum when I heard that noise leave his mouth.

Great, another fucking perfect thing to add to the list. I was going to lose it, there had to be some sort of flaw about him besides his parents. He must have had some faults. Maybe he has an inner toxic side, just like his parents. He just needs that one push for him to start acting rash like that?

Was I intoxicated? Is it possible to get drunk from kissing someone because my head was completely out of it. I felt drunk, I couldn't think straight heck I couldn't compose a single thought. I was consumed by him and the taste of mint in my mouth. I didn't think the combination of alcohol and mint would taste that great but now it's all I craved.

We both finally gasped for some air, our nose leaning against each other. He looked very smug when he noticed my lip, it was much more pink and it felt inflated. I think he might have left a small mark on it from bitting it. This man knows how to tease a woman and drive her to the brink of insanity.

The moment was run short by the ring tone of his phone, he caught a quick glimpse of the name 'Gemma.' He groaned and sunk his head to rest on my chest, which pushed my body slightly back as I tried to stop a laugh escaping my lips.

"Pick up the phone you idiot, it might be important."

"I'm sure it can wait another minute..... or five." He smirks and leans in to kiss me but I quickly place my hand on my face before he could and began pouting like a lost 5 year old.

"You're such a baby, just pick up your phone." I passed him his phone and accepted the call before it was too late but he rolled his eyes.

"Hello, whats up Gemma?" He asks and patiently waits for reply and tapping his fingers against the kitchen isle. Someone's very eager. I couldn't exactly make out what she was saying but by his expressions it wasn't good. He looked, confused?

"Alright I'm coming home now." He cuts off the phone and places it in his back pocket. I stayed completely silent, waiting for him to speak up.

"My parents are back and apparently my mum is looking for me." There it was again, his anger and frustration was back, he must've heard her speak.

Thank you Anne, I don't have to try and I've managed to cause issues between you and your son. At the rate she was going, their relationship will not exist anymore.  

"Go, it's been a long night for all of you guys. They probably want to discuss what tomorrow's plan is, especially with the media."

"Did you read a life book or something? How do you you always have the right thing to say?"

"What can I say, I'm really good with my words." I gloat and he shakes his head at me.

"That's not the only thing." He muttered but I could just about hear it and I rolled my eyes. He always had a cheeky comment to make on the side, it's as if he couldn't resist it. We finally let go of each other so I was able to get off the kitchen isle and say goodbye to him.