22. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
STARLET
M y eyes snap open at the sound of the water rushing from the showerhead. Turning over, I feel the absence of Argent’s warm body next to me. Slowly sitting up in bed, I glance at the clock on the bedside table. It’s barely seven in the morning. Why would he be up so early?
I throw the blanket off me, swinging my legs out of bed. On tiptoes, I make my way to the bathroom door, slowly pushing it open. The steam fills the air, and the faint scent of lavender from the shower gel greets my nostrils. There he is. His back is facing me, the water cascading down his muscular back, creating mesmerizing rivulets .
I step in, and as I click the door shut, he turns to face me. My eyes roam over his glistening, wet body, and the sight is enough to send tingles down my spine.
God, I will never get tired of seeing him naked.
“Join me,” he says, opening the shower door and holding out his hand to me. The warm mist envelops me as I peel my clothes off, feeling the cool air against my skin.
I take his hand, stepping into the soothing warmth of the water. He pulls me in, and I feel the solid press of his chest against my back. His hand instantly begins to explore my body, igniting a fire within me.
“Why are you up so early?” I ask breathlessly as he traces his mouth over the side of my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. “Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed for a change,” he softly whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I am the one giving you breakfast,” I barely manage to say as I struggle to keep my composure. His fingertips delicately circle my hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“In that case... I’m starving, baby,” he says before spinning me around and forcefully pressing my back against the cold glass, falling to his knees. My leg instinctively wraps around his shoulder, and my hand grips onto his other shoulder for support.
Without warning, he suddenly connects his warm mouth to my sensitive clit, eliciting a strained moan that tears through my chest as my head falls back against the glass.
As his skillful tongue delves into my wetness, a delicious wave of pleasure washes over me, causing me to grip a handful of his damp hair tightly. With each rhythmic movement of my hips, the sensations intensify, sending me spiraling into pure ecstasy.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice filled with a mix of desire and desperation, as the intense pleasure surges through me, setting my nerves ablaze. A warm sensation builds inside, slowly creeping up my spine, as his deep moan reverberates through my body, electrifying every inch of my being. Waves of pleasure crash over me, creating an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves me breathless.
Slowly coming down from my high, he rises and firmly grabs my face, his palms warm against my skin. Our lips collide in a passionate, fiery kiss, the taste of him mingling with the intoxicating scent of my arousal ignites me on a higher level and I slip my tongue into his mouth, deepening our connection. Breaking our kiss, we lock eyes, both of us left breathless.
A mischievous smirk dances on his lips, water still cascading down our bodies, as his phone interrupts the moment, causing him to groan in annoyance.
With a quick peck on my lips, he promises, “I’m not done with you yet,” and we step out of the shower, making our way to the bedroom. Before I can think, he forcefully pushes me forward until I'm bent over his wooden desk, yanking the towel from my body.
I’m naked and wet—in more ways than one, and I can feel his warmth radiating behind me as he reaches for the ringing phone.
“Argent—”
His hand playfully slaps my ass, making me shiver. “Shh, I need to take this,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
As he answers the call, he slowly pushes into me, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I bite down hard on my lip, desperately trying to stifle any sound .
I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his tattooed body glistening with water droplets, his muscles flexing with each thrust.
The sight alone elicits a strained moan that earns me a sharp slap on my ass, making me yelp. I keep my eyes fixed on him, but I can’t help but notice the frown forming on his face and the darkening of his eyes.
“Send it to me,” he instructs abruptly, ending the conversation and tossing the phone onto the desk beside me.
Suddenly, he grabs the nape of my neck, arching my back as he slightly pulls me closer before thrusting harder into me. The pleasure overwhelms me, causing my eyes to roll back. After a few powerful thrusts, I feel his cock pulsating inside me before warmth fills me up.
My legs tremble, and I gasp for breath as I turn to face him. He remains silent, his gaze fixed on me, still catching his own breath. Leaning down, he softly kisses my lips before making his way to the closet.
I can tell something is bothering him. Whatever phone call that was about, has really upset him.
“Everything okay?” I ask. He walks over, adjusting his sleeves, and kisses my forehead reassuringly. “ Nothing to worry about,” he assures me, though his actions betray a hint of tension.
I keep my gaze fixed on him as he heads towards his laptop, trying not to intrude, but I catch a glimpse of him opening what seems to be a picture before forcefully closing the laptop.
“I have to take care of something. Will you be alright or do I have to call Chloe—”
“I’ll call her, don’t worry,” I interject with a bright smile. “And please, don’t do something stupid... please.” He smirks in response, giving me a wink before leaving the room.
I wait patiently, listening to the faint sound of his car engine fading away before cautiously approaching his desk. I don’t want to intrude. But I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I need to see what he’s hiding. With a hesitant hand, I open his laptop and the screen illuminates.
As I click on his emails, the image he was viewing suddenly appears, and my eyes strain to make sense of the details. It’s a grainy camera footage capturing two suspicious-looking men engaged in some shady business .
A mix of shock and anger engulfs me as I zoom in, my heart pounding in my chest. It’s unmistakable—Zavier and Dane. Unbelievable.
The intensity of my emotions rises, my blood boiling as I fixate on the image before me. He’s still working with Zavier, which can only mean one thing—he knows exactly where he is. Thoughts race through my mind at lightning speed, and amidst the chaos, an idea sparks.
I haven’t seen my therapist in quite some time. Perhaps it’s high time I visit Doctor Storm.