The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

White Sheets and Betrayal

    The place isn't even a room. . It is a deluxe suite. The VIP suite, and I gasped then looked at smirking Amir. he hid this from me.. thats so sweet! There was a dining room with a book shelf and fire place, along with a great view and kitchen. Right beside the dining room was the living room I guess, and there was one bedroom with an attached washroom and a washroom near the front of the whole suite. There was another bedroom across the hall too. Wow.

    As she left us, I wrapped my arms around Amir without even thinking. Before I can mentally slap myself and pull away, his strong arms hug me back after some hesitation. I melt in his arms, inhaling his strong, manly scent. I pull away awkwardly before I get too caught up. We've never even hugged before.

   "You're welcome," he said even before I could stutter a thanks.

    "Shut up, you smug creature." I shake my head, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. He laughs.
  
    His blue eyes glisten with happiness, smouldering into mine. They become darker, and before I can speak, I'm pinned against the wall, Amir's heavy breath on mine.

    "A-Amir?" I gaze at the lust in his eyes. The smell of his breathtakingly manly and sexy cologne wafts up to my nose, and his blue eyes search mine. I've never realized how gorgeous he is until this point. His cheekbones prominent, his jaw set tight, his jawline so sharp it could make someone bleed, his little beard scruff, his gorgeous lips set, ready to be kissed.

    "Annie." He's struggling to breath. "I need you. I need someone."

     I turn away as his lips travel down my cheeks and he nibbles on the soft spot of my neck as I let out a moan. Shivers travel down my spine as his breath fans out on my neck, and just then, I hear someone clearing their throat followed by a knock.

   The butler must be at the door. Oops. We kicked him out.

     "Go, go get it." I command, catching my breath. He makes me feel like jelly, he makes electric jolts electrify through me and adrenaline surge through my veins. I want to do something. I want to do something with him. I want to do it.

   I shake my head. It has been almost a month since we've been married, and although he's been doing everything else like kissing my neck, but nothing more than kissing. He's never saw me without any clothes on. I haven't seen him, either.

    He's been patient. Before he has a chance to get it from someone else, I need to give it to him.

   He exits, his breath heavy, and I know he was super turned on, ready to get hot and heavy with me, but I obviously decline every time or something interrupts us. I rush to the bathroom while I can, and lock it, putting my head in my hands as I sit down, the cool tile floor beneath me.

   I don't know what to do. I'm not ready. I'm not ready for it.

            I'm scared.

   Which is why I avoid the issue wholesomely, shoving it to the back of my brain where the things I don't want to think about lie, restless and alive.

    ***

      After unpacking a teensy bit, we take a nap and then eat some pizza we delivered from the hotel bakery. Cool, right? We also get a schedule of when they set up dinner and lunch and breakfast in the main hall dining room. That was yesterday, though. Today is a new day.