Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Iwalk into my apartment and find none other than Emmanuel sitting on my sofa. Again. “You really are going to get yourself killed sneaking in here, you know,” I say, lowering the gun in my hand.
“I’ll take my chances.” He grins.
“What if I weren’t alone? What if I were bringing Sammie home and he saw you sitting here all casual-like? How would I explain that?” I ask.
“I know he wasn’t with you because I just left him at the hospital.”
“How is Charlotte?” I saw her go down, but before I could get close enough, the shooter was already taken out.
“She’s going to be okay. Are you?” Emmanuel gives me a questioning look.
“It’s hardly the first time I’ve seen someone take a bullet.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Yeah, but I hear you’re some sweet and innocent girl these days.” He shrugs.
I scoff. “Because you’re paying me to be.” Then my brows draw down. “Wait… Who did you hear that from?”
“Your boyfriend seems to think you’re too rainbows and sunshine for the world we live in.”
“Sammie talked to you about me?” If so, I need to have a word with him about keeping whatever it is we’re doing under wraps.
“Not you, specifically, just some no name girl he’s seeing,” Emmanuel tells me.
“Well, he could literally be talking about anyone. We are not exclusive,” I say.
“You fucking other men?” Emmanuel asks.
“That’s none of your business,” I snap.
He lifts a shoulder. “Do what you want, but you should know Sammie puts on that happy-go-lucky persona mostly to hide the brutality he’s capable of.” Emmanuel pushes up from the sofa. “Thank you for letting me know Evie was leaving.”
“It’s what you pay me to do.” I smirk. “Did you catch her before she boarded?”
“Of course I did,” he says, walking to the door. “You might want to check in on your boyfriend, though. He almost got killed tonight.”
“What?” I ask as the door closes behind him, only to be left mumbling to myself, “Asshole.”
I grab my phone off the entry table and contemplate calling Sammie. I should give him space. He’s with his friends at the hospital. Besides, almost getting killed is a long way off from actually getting killed.
I pace up and down the small area of my living room. I’m not clingy. I don’t need to call him. Also, he is not my boyfriend.
With that thought cemented in my brain, I throw my phone down on the sofa and walk into my bedroom. A shower and some sleep are what I need.
I’ve always been a light sleeper, which is why when I hear footsteps creeping through my apartment, my hand wraps around the gun under my pillow. I don’t move, though. The element of surprise is always better than letting whatever stupid motherfucker thought he’d break into my home know I’m awake.
The footsteps get closer and then they’re in my room. “Fuck,” a familiar voice hisses out. It’s followed by a loud thud.
I slide the gun under my mattress before tugging on the string on the lamp by my bed. “Sammie?” I question.
“Shhh, go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He slurs his words, and I roll my eyes.
He’s drunk. Great.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying and failing to keep the annoyance out of my tone.
“You’re mad,” he says, crawling onto the bed and heaving himself onto the mattress.
“Not at all. I love being woken up in the middle of the night by drunk men breaking into my apartment,” I snipe.
“You’re really pretty, Lailani. Even mad, so fucking pretty.” His hand reaches up and caresses my face. And a little of my annoyance melts away.
“Why are you here, Sammie?” I ask him.
“I wanted to see you. Sleep next to you,” he answers.
“What happened tonight?”
“I missed you.” He smirks.
I have no idea what to say to that. “Okay, let’s just go back to sleep.” I didn’t think he’d actually tell me anything.
“I’m supposed to stay away from you and I can’t,” he says, closing his eyes.
“Why?” I press him.
“Because you’re addicting.” He blinks at me.
“No, why are you supposed to stay away from me?”
“Because you’re so sweet. Innocent and good. You are too good for me, Lailani,” he tells me.
“I’m really not.” I swallow, guilt sitting heavy in the pit of my stomach.
I don’t get back to sleep. Instead, I lie awake and watch Sammie sleep.
Trying to figure out a way to ease my guilt about lying to him.
I don’t have any other options. I can’t tell him who I really am.
I can’t tell him I’m here doing surveillance for his friend.
Or that I’m far from the sweet girl he thinks I am.
If he knew the things I’ve done, well, he certainly wouldn’t be sleeping so soundly next to me.
People always assume the devil is a man. They’ve never met me, though. If they had, they would know there’s a high chance the devil is a woman.
Sammie’s sandy-brown hair falls over his forehead. My fingers reach up and comb it away. He really is the most-beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much maintenance it takes for him to get his skin this soft. I should ask him what products he’s using.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice husky and full of sleep.
“What products do you use on your skin to get it so soft?” I admit.
He chuckles. “I don’t use products, babe.”
“Sure you don’t.” I roll my eyes.
“On a scale of one to ten, with one being I have no chance of getting laid to ten being you’re going to let me rock your world, how pissed are you that I broke in and woke you up?” He peeks one eye open to look at me.
I consider his scale. Am I pissed that he came in and woke me up? A little, but a part of me was also relieved to see him.
“Ten,” I say with a wide smile, because I know for a fact there won’t be a lot of anger left after I let him rock my world.
Sammie moves lightning fast. He jumps out of bed and runs into my bathroom. “Don’t move,” he calls out over a shoulder.
I hear the faucet running. “What are you doing?” I call back to him.
“Brushing my teeth,” he says. “I don’t want you to be revolted when I kiss you.”
“Shit.” Cupping a hand over my mouth, I breathe out and try to smell my morning breath. Then I get up and walk into the bathroom. “Are you using my toothbrush?”
“Yeah,” he says unapologetically, then continues to rinse out his mouth.
I open the drawer, find the spare toothbrush I have on hand, and unwrap it. “You can keep that one,” I tell him.
“Babe, we’ve shared bodily fluids. I don’t think sharing a toothbrush is going to hurt.” He pulls his shirt over his head, and my eyes are drawn to his torso. All hard lines and muscle.
Sammie drops his shirt on the floor and then his pants before reaching into the shower and turning on the water.
I make quick work of brushing my teeth, then undress, and join him. Sammie’s arm snakes out and wraps around my back, pulling me hard against him. His mouth lands on mine, devouring me while his hard cock presses into my lower stomach.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sweet,” he growls, and that little bit of guilt creeps up again.
I shove it down. This is temporary. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know the real me, because this is casual. Right? It has to be. I can’t have any other kind of relationship.
Draping my arms around his neck, I lift myself up at the same time I circle my legs around his waist. “Sammie, rock my world, please. I need it,” I tell him.
“What do you need?” he asks, pressing my back against the wall.
I can feel my cheeks flame. I am a lot of things. Vocal in the bedroom has never been one of them. “I need you.” I lock my ankles together and rub my center over his cock.
“Yeah? What part of me do you need, babe?” His lips trail down my neck.
“I need… please,” I moan as he bites down on that soft spot right near my earlobe.
“What do you need, Lailani?” he asks again.
“I need you to… I need… Fuck me,” I whisper.
Sammie looks me dead in the eye. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Shifting his hips, he lines his cock up with my entrance, and he slams into me. In one hard thrust, he’s bottomed out. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sharp sting quickly dissipates and pure bliss erupts through me.
“I’m not that good,” I tell him.
“You’re good for me, though. Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He draws out and then slams back in, my back pressing hard against the tiled wall as he continues to fuck me.