Chapter 22 Enough
?Azalea?
I'm calling it now, my crackhead is gonna be not-so-happy.
Last night when Grey went out for the old man hostage situation, he was supposed to come right back here. Turns out, they got another call and he got back here at seven in the morning. So, he's been sleeping for forever.
What's a girl supposed to do? Just watch tv or something? Not me.
I painted his nails. He's a pretty heavy sleeper. And it's not like it's bright pink on both hands. It's purple on one hand.
He'll be fine.
I painted Bear's nails too. He looks fabulous. I think he likes it too.
Yeah, I could've left and gone to Mr. Terrip's but now that I've painted his nails, his reaction is going to be a must-see.
Finally, at three in the afternoon, sleeping beauty awakens. More like the beast from Beauty and The Beast. Because he's not necessarily a morning person. Or an any-time-of-the-day person.
He at first stirs in his sleep and I look away from the driving game on my phone, to see him. Then his beautiful dark eyes open and squint over at me.
"Good afternoon Sugar," I smile. I lean forward to him and kiss his cheek. I pull away to see his eyes closed and the sweetest little content look on his face.
He sticks his hand underneath the covers and from what it looks like, down his pants. My eyes widen just a bit.
"What are you..?" I trail off, not even knowing what to ask.
"Making my fuckin' hard-on less noticeable before I stand up," he grumbles and my eyes widen even larger.
I follow his line of sight to my shirt that has gotten bunched up around my waist, showing him my beautiful pair of magenta underwear which just so happen to be my favorite pair.
He got quite the peek.
"Oop, sorry," I laugh pulling down the shirt.
"Fuck," he swears quietly. He sits up and looks over at me again. I peer back at him admittedly a teensy bit shyly.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Don't talk to me, you're making it fucking worse," he doesn't take his eyes off me.
"Then stop looking at me," I chide.
"I'm not gonna stop looking at you, you look sexy as fuck sitting there," he lets his eyes travel up and down my frame.
Azalea and 'sexy' have never been used in the same sentence before. I'm not even sure I've said the word sexy before.
"You think I'm...sexy?" the last word comes out a little higher pitched than the rest.
"If you can give me a hard-on like this you're more than sexy," his eyes find my lips. I release my bottom lip I never knew was being held my teeth.
I grab the comforter around my knees and pull it all the way up to my shoulders.
"And you're so cute," I tease. His face contorts unhappily.
He gets up without another word and he disappears into the bathroom. I continue my driving game, hitting only a couple of pedestrians.
Following the demolition of seven cars, Grey opens the bathroom door harshly and he walks back into the room, coming straight for me.
His wet hair sends water droplets down his defined chest and I give him an innocent smile.
"What're you looking all riled up for?" I question just as he stops right beside me. He doesn't answer he only throws an arm around me and lifts me from the bed, holding me over his shoulder.
I let out a screech.
"My buttcheeks are out!" I shout, noticing how his shirt that I'm wearing is slowly riding up, being in my position.
"Ha ha!" I realize something, "but you can't see them because I'm over your shoulder!"
He smacks my butt. Pretty gosh darn hard.
"I'm going to get you back for that when you least expect it Sugar," I assure him, the sting still freaking there.
He brings me into the bathroom and now he can see my butt in the mirror. I don't even care anymore.
"Yeah Grey, take a good long look at my booty because you'll never see it again," I ramble as he lowers me from his shoulder and sits me on the counter next to the sink.
I watch as one of those gorgeous smirks forms on his lips. He lifts my chin up to him.
"We both know that's not true," he says softly. Someone needs to turn the AC up higher because this is getting ridiculous.
"You know what? You're just so cute. You're the cutest thing in the world," I tilt my head to the side and his smirk falls.
"And so sweet. You're such a cute sweetheart," I grip onto his cheeks. Buttcheeks? Ha not yet, oh yeah it'll be coming soon though.
"Tell me how to get it off," he shows me his hand and I dramatically gasp.
"Where'd that come from?" I keep my eyes wide as I look back up at him.
"Where did it come from?" He asks sarcastically.
"Oh gosh, someone broke in and did that didn't they?" I grasp my heart.
He grips my chin firmly and tilts it directly up to him.
"Get it off," he grumbles, his eyes only flitting to my lips for a second.
"What's so wrong with it?"
"It's purple and on one hand," he rolls his eyes.
I always keep extra nail polish in my car. If I mess one nail up, then I don't have to worry.
But what I don't have is remover. And the polish just so happens to be gel.
"Well," I start, "technically it'll come off if you scrub it for a while."
He only stares at me. No emotion rests on his face.
"I'm not even fuckin' surprised you did this shit."
"Grey! I didn't even-" I'm cut off when Bear jumps up onto the counter beside us, his purple toenails in view.
"Oh my gosh! They did it to him too?!" I gasp. He rolls his eyes at me.
I look down at his arms that rest on either side of me on the counter. Veins run up his forearms and I don't even hold back from dragging my finger along one near the middle.
How does he get it to do that?
He leans closer and I keep from shivering upon feeling his lips near the shell of my ear.
"Don't tease Lilah," he spreads my legs and steps between them, pulling me closer to him by my waist.
"You're getting me wet," I wipe a water droplet from his bare chest in front of me. His hair is still dripping.
His hands roam up the shirt on my body. I look up to him and see how dark and sinful he looks.
"Wet, huh?" He questions lowly. I swallow thickly.
He leans into me and kisses my lips once.
He kisses down my neck and his hands roam.
One hand stops at the top of my underwear. Near the front where my goodie of all goodies is.
"How wet?" He kisses along my jaw and I realize how heavily I've started breathing. My heart beats faster like I've just run a marathon.
He's giving me breathing issues.
"Uh-um, ha, like," I struggle and I feel his lips curve into a smirk.
"I'll just have to see myself then," his lips return to mine as his hand travels under my underwear.
Oh my holy God.
Woah baby.
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? Grey ?
"I'm not even surprised to see you with painted nails," Jai sits opposite of me, organizing the files of cases we've completed this week.
"I mean a couple months ago, I'd be shocked beyond belief but knowing Azalea, this is probably going to be one of the least surprising things she'll do," he adds.
She's fucking killing me.
But do I hate the control she's got over me? Fuck no, she can do whatever she wants. I'm just along for the ride.
And she's a wild fucking ride.
"You're wrapped around her finger," he chuckles.
"I know," I keep my eyes trained on the files that cover the table in front of us.
She's the one person who I let tell me what to do. It pisses me off how I can't win anything around her. Arguments? Absolutely fucking not.
"You admit it?" He places a couple of papers down, his voice a little surprised.
I encourage it. I need someone to keep my shit together when I can't.
I wake up drunk: she's there with medicine and food. I'm in a pissy mood: she calls me out for it and makes me get my shit together.
"It's fuckin' obvious," I grumble.
I'm fully aware that my eyes never stray from her when she's around. I'm fully aware she's obsessed with my ass. I'm fully aware I'm obsessed with her.
"You're damn right it is," he chuckles.
"Where's she at anyway?" He questions, "I hardly see you two separated."
She's acting all shy after earlier.
After she came down she could hardly look at me without blushing.
Fuck she's perfect.
"Runnin' around somewhere," I decide as an answer.
"Y'all aren't talking about me, are you?" Whatever her name is walks into the room.
Jai gives me a look and I scoff.
She moseys over to the table we're sitting at and leans her hands down onto it, her arm brushing against mine.
I grit my teeth and lean away from her.
I hate people and I hate them even fucking more when they touch me.
"So, do we have anything scheduled for tonight?" She asks all fucking jolly.
I look up at the time. Seven.
"Grey's got a few things to write up but other than that, the bar's open tonight," Jai pushes from the table and stands, gathering the files in his hands.
"Paperwork?" She shoots up, "Can I help?"
Jai turns to me, a sly smirk on his face. Motherfucker.
I gather the rest of the files on the table and stand. I walk back to my office, away from the girl whose name I still don't know.
I close my door behind me and walk to the filing cabinet. My door opens and I grow even more irritated.
Get the fuck away from me.
I close the cabinet back after putting them all away and I turn.
What's-her-face stands directly in front of me, peering up at me.
I glare back at her and she bites her lip. Jesus Christ, I'd rather stare at a cow's ass.
"Jai left; he's out serving drinks now," she steps closer.
"And why the fuck would I give a shit?"
"I don't know," she breathes deeply, a smile still on her face.
I don't like her. I never will. Not if she was the last person on earth, besides me.
"I bet your little teenager can't give you all you want," she smiles up at me, looking through her lashes.
Ex-fucking-scuse me?
"Sugar!" Lilah's voice calls out just before she opens my door. I give the woman in front of me one last sneer before moving away from her.
Lilah opens the door and walks through. Her eyes light up and she smiles when she sees me. Then that smile falters a bit when she sees the girl.
"Hi, Jacqueline," she gives Jacqueline a small smile.