Chapter 24
Gabrie l
“Which side of the bed should I sleep in?”
“Take the left.” I tell her as I sit on the right side of the bed, my gaze straight at the door. She gets the side of the bed away from the door in case anything happens and that way I can protect her better. This world is cruel and bad things happen all the time. Not even people close to you are off a suspect list when it comes to bad things happening.
Bad situations most of the time leave you with two choices. The right and wrong.
“Gabriel.” Her soft voice reaches me and I look over my shoulders to her. My heart races as she looks at me with a soft expression. My eyes roam places they shouldn’t. Her skin glows under the light of the lamp that is still on in the room and my mind wanders to the moment from before.
I heard her earlier, in the bathroom. I heard how she finger fucked herself while she chanted my name like a damn prayer.
Thank fuck I kept my fucking cool and didn’t break down the fucking door because all I wanted was to bust in there and pleasure that pussy of hers and drown myself in the taste of her.
My dick strains against my pants and thank fuck my back is facing her because I hate having to cross boundaries with her that she set and make her uncomfortable because I can’t control myself.
“I’m sorry.”
I slightly tilt my head. “Why are you apologising?”
She shrugs her shoulders and scrunches her small button nose as she looks down to her lap. She does that a lot of the times when she can’t find her words to say something. I have taken notice of that.
I take notice of a lot of things when it comes to her.
How she loves to colour coordinate her clothes. Always wears a skirt or dress on Tuesdays and Fridays and on the other days she comes to work with trousers or jeans.
How she always uses a blue pen when she fills out forms but signs them with a black one.
How her eyes glow whenever someone brings her flowers, especially lilies. She seems like a big fan of them.
How she plays around with the engagement ring or any other jewellery when she is in her own mind of anxiety.
My personal favourite thing I have noticed about her is how she furrowed her eyebrows when she tried to hold back a laugh. It is the moments before she graces me with the most angelic laugh and makes me jump to cloud nine.
Elena is a warm person. Always has a smile for everyone and tries to see the good in people. People love to take advantage of the weaker ones. The ones who are too afraid to stand up for themselves.
“You are way too apologetic.”
“Habit?”
“One you should leave behind, my love.”
She shrugs her shoulders again but this time, her eyes aren’t focused on the ring, or her fingers or anywhere else but me. She watches me with a soft expression and a soft smile and I could melt on the ground because how adorable is that smile.
She clicks with her tongue, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
“Because people will think of you as weak if they notice that you are too apologetic. They will take advantage of that kindness and your own confusion.”
“I have been used for my kindness too many times in my life, I am not even sure I know what it means to have someone genuinely be interested in me.”
“Not even your friends?”
“Reneè and Zanders are the only people who have never tried to mis-use my kindness. Reneè hates arseholes and would hate herself if she ever did something like this to someone. And Zanders, well he kind of got forced to become my friend but has grown on that fact. He is a pretty good bodyguard when we need him.”
My blood boils at the mention of that guy Zanders and all I want is to burn his name and face into ashes so that he disappears from the face of the earth. It seems ridiculous to say this but I hate it when she talks of other men, especially when she is wearing my ring, is with me in this bed, with me on vacation, is meeting my family.
Elena Ferreira has officially become the main subject of my life ever since the moment she agreed to my wild agreement and I will be damned if I let her talk about any other guy with a smile on her face.
A smile that is mine.
“I can be your bodyguard if you need one.” I grind my teeth and a smile cracks on her lips.
“Are you jealous?” She taunts.
I raise my eyebrows at her, my obvious answer being hell yes.
“Don’t be.” She laughs. She fucking laughs. Society always teaches you how drugs are addictive but they never warned me about a smile because fucking hell, I would do anything for that smile. “Zanders made it clear to me I am not his type.”
“Well that is bullshit. You seem like everyone’s dream.” I comment without a second doubt or thought in my head. When it comes to Elena, I don’t think. I can’t. She is there and here with her presence and as if my brain is blocked I can't think and always blurt out the first thing that comes in my mind.
“I am also everyone’s nightmare.”
“A beautiful nightmare.”
“Really?”
“Have I ever been dishonest with you?” I may have said harsh words and truths to her but never, not since we met, have I said something to her, that was a lie. I have always spoken the truth with her.
Okay maybe one, but otherwise we wouldn’t be where we are now so it was a lie worth telling.
“No. You have been harshly honest.”
“Better to be honest then lie, my love.”
My love. The nickname for her has slipped my lips a couple of times and I never understood why.
She gives me a nervous nod with her head, lifts up the blanket on our bed and lays down, covering her whole body.
“Let’s talk like this. Maybe we will somehow magically fall asleep. A little pillow talking.”
“You do know a pillow talk is something completely different.”
“We can make our own version out of it. Who says we have to follow the rules?”
“Fuck the rules?” I joke with her, knowing she will not repeat my words since she hates to swear.
She let out a small giggle and buried her head into her pillow.
“Yeah, fuck the rules.” she mumbles into her pillow, loud enough for me to understand.
She catches me by surprise as she repeats my words.
“You swore.” I acknowledge. My whole body is being held up by my arm and I slowly reach to her, running my pointer finger along her arm, goosebumps appear on her skin as I reach her shoulder and then take my finger back down to her elbow.
“It’s becoming a habit.” She says.
“Keep it up.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fucking hot hearing you swear, baby.” I whisper.
“Lay down.” She says, signalling to my pillow with a move of her head. I oblige to her and lay my head down on the fluffy pillow, but my eyes never leave hers. We stay like this for a moment.
None of us are brave enough to say something because the air swimming between us is thick and we are too afraid to let the time ticking tension of a bomb explode.
She plays with a small thread from the pillow and slowly her eyes fall heavy but she tries her best to keep herself from falling asleep.
“Sleep, Lena.” I tell her and in those moments, she yawns. She blinks a few times before I receive another soft smile.
“Good night, Gabriel.”
“Sleep well, sweetheart.” I tell her and she nods, before she drifts off.
I’m not sure how long I stay up, laying there and watching her sleep like a fucked-up stalker. Somehow, watching her sleep gave me a sense of comfort and this is the first time in a long time, I liked the comfort of sleeping.