Chapter Seven-Giselle
CHAPTER SEVEN-GISELLE
“ Y ou want a coffee or something, Koukla?” Angel asks, and I refuse to even look at him.
He sighs, shaking his head as he places an order in the drive through.
We already used the restrooms at the gas station a few minutes ago. He orders two medium iced cappuccinos, and I admit I am surprised.
I figured him for a black coffee kinda guy.
Fine.
I am acting like a brat. And I know it.
Truth is, I’m kind of salty after waking up in bed with Angel.
The feel of his long, thick dick, rock hard against my ass. The way he looked jerking himself off, covering me in his cum, as he finished me with his fingers inside my pussy has me in a sour mood.
No, he did nothing wrong. I did not say no. He even told me to tell him what I wanted, and yeah, it was exactly what he did.
I was a willing participant.
Fine. I’ll admit it.
Angel did everything right. And that’s what has me so mad.
Of course, the jerk is just sitting in his dumb car, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he raps his thumbs against the steering wheel.
Why? I have no idea.
His balls couldn’t have been as blue as my ovaries.
I mean, I have no misgivings. I’m sure Angel has been with a dozen women since I left for my parents’ condo.
If he has, then they must not have satisfied him, my inner voice reasons, and I roll my eyes.
Angel didn’t lie. He didn’t even have to try. That’s how pathetic I am. All he had to do was snap his fingers, and I caved.
No promises. No seduction. Just raw animal attraction. And I was his.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t have let him do that. It just confuses me. And I hate feeling this way.
“I can hear your thoughts, Little Doll, but I don’t know why you’re so angry. You wanted it just as much as I did. Come on, talk to me,” he cajoles.
He’s not wrong. I did want it. Maybe that’s why I feel like shit about the whole thing.
Clearing the air isn’t easy for me. I know I have this rep of being confrontational. Like tossing beer in Angel’s face when I thought he was Nico.
But the truth is, it’s easier for me to stick up for my family or my friends than it is for me to stick up for myself.
“I know,” I reply, and pause while he gets our drinks.
I take them from him and sit them down in their holders. Then, I busy myself opening our environmentally safe straws and pushing them through the plastic tops as he pulls out of the lot.
They’re not cardboard, and I am glad. I hate those. Nothing ruins coffee faster than having to sip it through a paper straw.
Anyway, the action is so normal. Just something a million other couples do every day when driving together.
But it’s nothing we ever shared.
Our relationship has always been hot, frantic, sexual encounters, and none of the tenderness or normalcy others seem to have achieved with little effort.
I want that. And even though I am embarrassed by my need, it’s time I own it.
I know it’s a bad idea to get involved with Angel again. I just have to tell him.
“We’ll be home in a couple of hours. You can nap if you want to,” he says, breaking my reverie.
He looks pensive, like he cares, and that does something inside me I know I need to ignore.
It’s a dangerous path to tread, thinking this man has feelings for me. He doesn’t. I know he doesn’t.
“I’m not tired,” I reply.
“Okay. You wanna talk?” he asks, surprising me.
“I do. I mean, I have to tell you,” I start, but it’s so damn hard. I huff a breath and turn my head away. I can’t look at him and say this.
“Look Angel, about what happened before?—”
“Giselle, you can tell me anything,” he says, shocking me, and I turn back to look at him with my mouth open.
“Look, I know what happened earlier was just everyday shenanigans for you, but it was a mistake. And it can’t happen again,” I blurt, narrowing my eyes.
Angel doesn’t answer, but his eyebrows narrow.
My nerves are beating me to death, but maybe that’s because I just fucked myself. I mean resisting Angel’s attentions doesn’t seem like something I am capable of, so laying it out is the only way I know to do this.
I stew in my seat. My best friend is married to his cousin and my new bestie is married to his closest friend. There is no way we won’t be running into one another, and I need to get this out.
“You didn’t enjoy this morning?” he asks.
“No—” I start, but he slides me a look and I have to correct myself. “I mean, yeah, I enjoyed it. You know I did,” I admit, “Angel, that’s not the point.”
He shakes his head.
“Then what is the point? I make you feel good, and you sure as fuck make me feel good. So, why can’t we do that again?”
He makes it seem so simple.
“Because!” I practically shout the word.
“Because why? I need words, Koukla. Tell me why we can’t do that again,” he demands, and it’s like I can’t refuse him even though I try.
I close my eyes, willing some strength into my spine. It’s like he won’t stop, won’t relent, until I reveal every secret aspect of myself.
Angel won’t be satisfied unless I rip my guts open for him. And I don’t want to do that.
But I don’t think I have a choice.
“Because I don’t want to get caught in that revolving door you have of women desperate to get into your bed.”
“Koukla—”
“No, please, just don’t. Look, we’re both consenting adults and everything we did before we both agreed to. But I just, I can’t do that anymore.”
“Giselle, look at me,” he commands. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I’d never force myself on you, and if I made you feel like that, fuck, I’ll have to kick my own fucking ass?—”
He looks equal parts horrified and angry. And I don’t blame him. But I can’t let him think like that.
“Oh God, no! Angel, stop. You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all me. You’re a good man, I know you are. I swear, you never did anything to make me feel bad or pressured or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact,” I mumble, forcing myself to get on with it.
“Then what is it, Koukla? Why’d you run? I don’t understand,” he asks.
Shit.
I know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. But I’m not sure I can explain my feelings.
It’s not like I walked in on him fucking some girl. I mean, I showed up at the club without warning. And well, he was there, sitting in his usual spot with some skinny blonde on his lap.
She had her arms around his neck, and he wasn’t doing a thing to get her off him. So, I left. I ran. Not just from the Vipers’ Den, but from the whole fucking state.
“You have plenty of women, you don’t need me. And well, I deserve more from a man than to be some booty call.”
“Sisi—”
“No, you don’t have to say nothing. I am not asking you to make me some half-assed promise here. I’m aware all you have to offer someone like me is a few hours in your office,” I tell him, and I can’t keep the sadness from tainting my voice.
“It’s just I’m not made for casual flings. Not anymore,” I say.
My voice is trembling, but I force myself to finish.
“Anyway, that’s why we can’t do what we did this morning again. It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Sisi, I don’t buy for a second that you don’t want me as much as I want you. My dick didn’t get hard by itself. You’re sexy, young, unattached. Why not take advantage?”
“Oh my God!”
I gasp. Is he serious?
“It's okay, Little Doll. Your body’s reactions are natural,” Angel continues to mansplain to me, and I swear I might hit him.
“Excuse me?”
“Your body responds to mine. That sweet pussy gets all needy and wet. Fuck, Koukla, I bet if I reach over, I’ll be able to feel how hot you are for me. This morning, I wasn’t taking advantage. But the evidence of your attraction to me was soaking through your thin shorts. Don’t be ashamed. But know this. While we’re together, I’m all yours. You can use me anytime you like, Little Doll.”
This cocky fucking bastard.
“Angel, I don’t believe you?—”
“What? That I want you? Here, I’ll show you,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling it over the middle console so it’s now flat on top of his hardening cock.
“See? I want you, alright.”
Asshole.
He rubs my palm along his impressive boner, and of course, my pussy reacts. I feel my panties grow damp and I squirm.
Fuck this.
I try to remove my hand, but his grip is relentless. He doesn’t let me pull away, just smirks and his cock jumps beneath my grip.
“See? You don’t have to worry about me satisfying you, Little Doll. I am more than up for it.”
“Fuck you,” I snap and this time I succeed in pulling away.
“Not yet, Koukla. But when I do decide to fuck you, you'll be begging me. I got everything you need right here.”
“Arrogant much?” I mutter.
“It ain't arrogance if it's the truth, Little Doll.”
“Oh yeah? Well, you and your pencil dick can go fuck yourself. I have my own boyfriend who can take care of my needs whenever I want!” I tell him angrily.
“The fuck did you say?”
It’s like the air gets sucked out of the car and I glance at Angel. He looks and sounds pissed.
Like really pissed.
But so am I.
“What’s the matter? Can't understand me? I'll say it slow then. I. Don't. Need. You.”
He grunts and jerks the wheel. I slap my hands against the dashboard as he cuts off an eighteen wheeler and pulls over on the shoulder of I95.
“Not that part,” he says, turning to pin me with his icy stare.
“What fucking boyfriend?” Angel demands.
The temperature in the car seems to have jumped ten degrees and I am panting. But I don’t know if it’s because of the heat or the fact he looks so goddamn sexy with the vein in his neck jumping and his chiseled jaw set in a tight line.
“What?”
I lick my lips.
“Gimme a name, Koukla.”
“There’s n-no name,” I say, moving back against the door as he leans forward.
Angel is so close. And he smells so good. Like spicy cologne and man.
“Don't you fucking try to protect him from me. I told you once, you're mine. And if some fucker thinks he can have what's mine, then I need to set him straight. Now give me a name.”
“Oh my God. Um, I wasn't talking about a man,” I whisper, embarrassment making my cheeks burn.
“Is it a woman? Doesn’t matter. I'll let her know she needs to go, too. Now who is it?”
Angel is holding my face with one hand, and the other is resting on the console. It should make me uncomfortable. But it just makes me hot for him.
The fucker.
“Oh my God,” I say, and I grip his wrist. But he is immovable.
“Angel, it's not a man or a woman,” I hiss. “It's BOB!”
“Who the fuck is Bob?” he barks, and I see his fury growing.
“Let go of me,” I growl, but he doesn’t move.
“Koukla, explain.”
“BOB is my battery-operated-boyfriend. My fucking vibrator, you jerk!”
Finally, he lets me shove him away.
“Vibrator,” he says with a slow smile and a deep chuckle.
“Oh, Koukla, we are gonna have so much fun.”
He pulls back onto the highway like nothing just happened and I am over here breathing like I ran three miles.
I shoulda lied and said no, but that would have been just as pitiful as lying about how my body lights up the second he looks at me with intent.
My heart is pounding inside my chest. And Angel is tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, murmuring the words to some old L.L. Cool J song.
He’s even in tune. The jerk.
Shit.
I can’t believe I told him all that. But I feel, well, relieved.
Like now, he knows the real issue. That I’m not some plaything he can take out when he’s bored and toss aside when he’s not.
It’s a shame because looking at Angel, I mean, goddamn, looking at him, I feel like he’s someone I could easily lose my heart to. And that’s why this needs to stop. It’s why I need to move on. Call it a self-preservation instinct.
The car feels stifling, and I swear I can feel anger and some other emotion rolling off him in waves. Angel doesn’t respond. And I’m not surprised.
Not really.
But my chest aches, and I’m wringing my hands in my lap. We have two more hours in this car together, and I have a feeling I’m going to spend the whole time twiddling my thumbs.
Holy shit.
I just told Angel Fury no . And the shit for brains just ignored me. He managed to dig out some very personal information.
It’s like we’ve been fighting this battle, and even when I should have the upper hand, I don’t. I am positive I just lost that round.
And it sucks.
In fact, I’ve never felt so raw in my entire life.
Angel Fury isn’t the type of man to give up on something he wants, and whether it’s about pride or sex or just for kicks, he’s decided he wants me.
The question is, when I give in— because that part is inevitable, I don’t have the wherewithal to withstand a force as formidable as Angel Fury, so yeah, it is when I give in, not if —will I survive the aftermath?
I sure as hell hope so.