Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
When she peeks over her shoulder at me, I grunt a response. Her demeanor only reassures me that I made the right decision in taking her. Again, not that there was any other choice once I saw her. I hadn’t had a ton of time to plan, but I managed to get most of the comforts she was used to having in her own home.
“I can make you something,” I offer. I’m no chef, but I can do the basics. She twirls around to face me. She’s holding the kitten in one hand. He’s all for letting her carry him around.
If she had let him, he would have gotten into the shower with her. I mean, I can’t blame the little guy, I would have too, but I was working on getting my dick under control so that I didn’t lift her up and thrust it into her without any regard. Need to steer my mind clear of those thoughts. I’m already struggling with keeping my hands and mouth off Angel.
“I’m cooking.” Angel reaches out for me to take the kitten. I scoop him up as though I do it every day. I’ve never cuddled a kitten in my arms in my whole life. Hell, until Angel, I haven't cuddled a damn thing. The word wasn’t even in my vocabulary. But seeing the smile that stretches across her beautiful face at me holding the kitten makes me want to make it a permanent fixture in my arms. I lean against the counter watching her, the kitten's eyes also glued to her. I could do this all damn day. “So you got anything you need to do today?”
“Might have to check on some things.” Like your father. I think the words but don’t say them out loud.
I need to get him out of here. I have the fuck locked up two floors down, while I’ve been up here eating his daughter's pussy. I grab the back of my neck and squeeze, hating the war that’s raging inside of me. When did things start to turn gray in my life? It’s always been black and white.
Angel slides by on her socks, giggling as she grabs a pan and puts it on the stove. Her. Yes, she brought more than just gray. She’s bleeding colors all over everything, and I don’t know how to clean it up. Something I’ve spent my whole life doing for others.
Honestly, I don’t think I want to. I want her rainbow of colors in every part of my life. Angel fits here. When I first began to observe her, she had never been so vibrant in her own home. In fact, she kept to herself and tended to avoid most people. She would even use side entrances and exits to avoid her brother. Did she have any idea how sick he is? Could she sense it?
I’m not sure. Not with how she curls around me and kisses me like I’m a teddy bear and not one of the most feared men in the city. My phone vibrates. I place the kitten down on the counter and reluctantly pull my phone out, responding to Zero’s questions.
Then I click down to the feeds in the box. Angel starts to hum a song as she cooks. The smell of sugar and flour fills the air.
Her father is where I left him. The chair he’s tied to is bolted to the floor. His head hangs forward. It didn’t take much to get him to scream. He wasn’t used to pain. The ones who often deal it out so easily never do well when they get a taste of their own medicine.
“Oh! You have instant coffee vanilla mix.” Angel holds it up like she struck gold. “It’s my favorite,” she says, naïve to the fact that I already know. “I can’t believe you like this stuff too. Want me to make you a cup?”
“I’m good.” I pick up the cup of coffee I made for myself earlier when she was taking a shower. I have no clue how she drinks that shit.
“We have a lot of the same stuff. We must have the same taste.” My taste is to please her, so I suppose we do. She proceeds to make her coffee.
“I bet you don’t have whipped cream,” she challenges while walking over to the refrigerator. “You do!” She lets out an excited yelp seconds later. She grabs it before closing the door and walking back over to the counter. I watch as she shakes up the can and proceeds to put a generous portion on top of her coffee.
“Mmmmm.” Her eyes close, and a look of satisfaction comes over her face with her first sip. “Delicious.” I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but I was wrong. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m in her space, wiping the small remnant of whipped cream from the edge of her mouth.