Ready to make this dream a reality, I pick up my phone and call my personal shopper. I rattle off the list of things I'll need for dinner with my wife then hang up, expecting everything to be in our home by the time I get off. When I hang up, I get a bit of work done while stealing glances at my wife. My Angel will finally be mine and I get to be with her at home and at work. The overwhelming joy I feel is indescribable.
I guess Shay was right about one thing, I don’t need those other things, I just need her.
Love or Hate?
Angel
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. This is so stupid Angel Giles turn your ass around and go home right now. Instead of listening to my extremely intelligent self, I find myself pulling my dress down over my wide hips and fixing my bust in the impossible dress Nia dressed me in when I told her about this date. When I open my car door, I look up at a huge house fit for a King. This is my dream home! So beautiful.
When I make it to his door I chide myself for not bringing anything but Nia said that I didn’t need to. She said that bringing myself was more than enough if he really liked me as much as he said. It’s too late now. I take a deep breath and knock on the heavy door, pulling my dress down one more time as I wait. The door swings open and I’m almost fall over at the sight before me.
No matter how mean and frustrating Channing Stohurst is, he’s always been a sexy, mean motherfucker. With his long brown locks and blue but sometimes golden eyes and a chest that the best of sculptors would kill to capture, he had no choice but to be a lady killer. But to see him like this, out of his suit, wearing only jeans, goodness gracious! He could only be described as sinful. This isn’t good for my heart.
“Angel!” He pulled me into big bear hug. “Babylove I'm so glad you could make it. I missed you.” He held me in his arms for a long time, not wanting to let go. Uhm?
“You invited me of course I'd come. I-” he kissed me hard pulling me closer to him and grabbing my ass. When I feel his hands start to travel under my dress, I stop him. “Th-this isn’t what I came here for.”
“Oh I’m sorry Angel, you just look so beautiful right now I couldn’t help but get ahead of myself. I’ll ask you to excuse my behavior. I’m a bit on edge. The woman I adore is here and it’s hard to contain myself.” I couldn't even say anything as he'd knocked the air right from my lungs as I try to spot a lie but come short. What is going on here? “Please come in. I hope you like my new home.”
“It-” He lifts my face up to his and pecks my lips.
“Speak candidly with me love, I won’t bite unless you ask me too. And I suggest you do.” Did I step into an alternate reality or something? He grabs my hand leading me through his expansive and gorgeously decorated home. I’m awe struck by how perfect it is, with just the right amount of feminine touch. I wonder if one of his ex-girlfriends helped with the decoration. So perfect! This really is my dream home.
A wave of jealousy hits me. I feint my best smile, though I’m hating right now because I’ll probably never get to have a home like this. “Here you go Angel, sit here I'll grab us some champagne and- damnit. Give me a second babe, I forgot the food.” He runs off and I just sit there, unsure how to act.
For Channing to pull a one-eighty like this almost seems impossible. I feel like at any moment someone with a camera will run out screaming “gotcha sucka.” If this is a joke, he’s taking it to far. He returns holding two champagne glasses, one pink and one clear. With a wide almost unnerving smile he hands me the glass flute with the pink liquor and sits VERY close to me. Still no shirt on I see.
“You have no idea how happy I am the you’re here Angel. I really thought you’d stand me up.” I could only nod because I almost did. If it weren’t for Nia pleading his case, I’d be in my bed reading The Vampire King and I by Rose Marie and sipping on some Moscato. But I digress, here I am in my boss’s multi-million-dollar mansion feeling like shit because everything here is so abundantly to my liking and I can only hate in poverty.
“Thank you for inviting me. I can’t lie and say I wasn’t skeptical but so far everything has been pleasant, and I have to say your house is beautiful.” To say his eyes lit up would be an understatement. He quite literally sparkled and if he had a tail it’d be thumping heavily against the couch. Where was this enthusiasm to be near me for the years I’ve worked you asshole? Give me back my pain and suffering shit! I take a small sip of drink and the taste silences all of my inner thoughts.
“Oh my goodness…this is delicious.” I take another sip and shimmy at the bubbles hitting my throat. When I look up he’s closer than he was before. If it weren’t for the hospitality and the warm and inviting feeling of his home, I would have felt highly uncomfortable.
“You like that, Angel?” He asked in a very deep voice near my ear. I wasn’t expecting it to reverberate through me but it did, sending tiny shock waves through me. Unfortunately those shock waves cause me to slosh my drink all on my chest. “Shit!”
“Awww babe, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you with that.” Ignoring the babe part, I try to hand him my drink but to my horror, he grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it up and over my head, pulling my dress smooth off. It was so fast and unexpected I didn't even have time to stop him. Shielding myself I go to stand but he stretches an arm around my waist, holding me in place. “My God.” He breathed out eyes going from blue to almost golden in a flash. “You are simply delectable.” His breathing is labored, turning into a pant as his eyes roam over my body. As his head gets closer to my chest I wonder why I feel no fear. There’s only desire for him to do whatever he’s thinking of doing to me.
When his tongue makes a steamy hot trial over my breast slurping up the alcohol, I quake in as I release an unprecedented amount cum in my thong. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out but the heat from his nostrils feels so good, I let out a whimper instead. I could feel us about to fall into the deepest pit of lust there is until a beeping sound pulls us away from the moment. He clears his throat and sits up grabbing something from behind him. When he brings his hand around, he’s holding a plain white shirt. Without warning, he pulls it over my head. After fixing pushing his hair out of his face and fixing the ginormous bulge in his pants, he looks at me.
“The food is done, won’t you join me in the kitchen?” He grabs my hand and pulls me from the couch and into his arms, where he walks with me tucked snug against his body. Before we reach the kitchen, I pull away from him making him pout.
“I need to go to the bathroom, please.” He smirked and bent down eye level to me.
“You’re going to wipe away what I planned on slurping from you huh? It’s a shame to let all the creaminess go to waste… anyway bathrooms are over that way love. Kitchen is out back. I wanted to give you a open view, I think you’ll love it.” I nod and run off to the bathroom, locking myself in.
I look in the mirror and for some reason I can’t recognize myself. Who is this sexy glowing woman staring back at me? I glance down at the shirt that’s been thrown on my body and for some reason my heart skips a beat at how big it is on me. I’ve never been able to wear a shirt from someone I’m dating before… wait did I say dating?