Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty One

Sabrina’s POV

I groan from the irritating sound of my phone ringing. I feel like I only slept for an hour that my eyes hurt like hell and my head spun like I woke up from being wasted.

With eyes half-close, my hand tried to reach the bedside table to answer the call who disturbed my sleep, only to halt when I felt an unfamiliar weigh on my stomach.

I looked down and hissed quietly when I saw Yael’s ripped arm resting above my navel. The questions as to why I was deprived of enough sleep was answered by the man laying next to me.

How did I even fell asleep?! Ugh.

Looking down to his arm, I almost drool from how hard it was. Ripped is really the correct definition for it. Inhaling slowly, I caught Yael’s scent. A woody and minty mixed with faint tobacco scent tickled my nose.

I won’t mind waking up into this smell.

My head turned to Yael’s face, he is still asleep. There was something in Yael’s eyes that I only realized now. He looked deadly because of his glares, but when he’s asleep like this, he’s too soft and baby-ish. Angelic, even.

Before I could stare at his face for a longer time, my phone rang again that almost made me jump. Yael moaned from my sudden movement and I closed my eyes shut, cursing under my breath. Why the hell do I care if he woke up?!

I slid out of his arm, hastily grabbed my phone and walked towards the bathroom to have some privacy. Unaware if Yael has woken up, I closed the bathroom door.

“Hello?” I said, groaning.

“I can’t thank you enough, babe!” Richard’s voice rang on my ears like tires screeching that I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “What did you do for getting back our business? Babe, I was so UGH! Whoever that man is, he is scary!”

Yael’s image flashes and I know better than to disagree. It seems that Richard’s hotel, the legacy of his family was bought back. Thanks God because I’ll forever be eaten by guilt!

“I’m so sorry for what happened, babe.” I sighed. “Did he threaten you? Why did you gave up your family business just like that? Your father will haunt you, you know.”

Richard groaned. I put him on speaker and placed my phone down to wash my face as we talk.

“The man is dangerous, babe!” he started to whine. I had soap all over my face and the circular motions of my fingers were slowed by Richard’s warning voice. “I’m out of the country for my yearly vacation and I don’t know how his men found me! They made me sigh contract, gave me the money and I had no balls to fight when there’s a gun pointed in my head!”

I hissed then bit my lip from that. Fuck you, Yael!

“Babe, I really believe in your magic with men but that man is freaking dangerous!”

“I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, Richard.”

I feel ashamed that he experience that just because of the lame excuse of sharing the room with me! Guilt crawled my nape upon thinking of my friend having a gun on his head just to give up something so important.

“Wait. Did you say his men found you? What men?”

“I don’t know, Sab! They looked thug-ish and scary and dangerous and the guns are loaded, honey! They are not kidding to kill because they are deadly. I knew they are real deal thugs when they found my location, babe.”

“Are you sure about the men?”

“Hell, yes! You don’t know what he does for a living? I’ll bet my fortune, he’s a dangerous-underground-mafia-gangster-type of man!”

Yael sure is wealthy. Very rich, overflowing. But to have some thugs to do the dirty works for him? Its new to my ears.

“Babe, I’m not into gambling.” I answered in avoidance to the conversation. Richard got what I meant and he dropped the topic, fast.

“Be careful around the man, babe.” was his last warning.

I cleared my throat. “I’m glad you got the hotel back, babe. I’ll visit again once you’re back in town, okay?”

“I’ll update you. And whatever you did to help the business, I owe you a lot, Sab.”

We talked more out of topic conversation and I ended the call. I glared at myself at the mirror.

I’m intrigued with Yael’s business or what he’s involved into. The badass image he has right now was only the image I see in his cover given that he has a built like a badass but is it just on the outside?

“You got your good news.”

Yael’s voice made my body jolt as I turn to the door on my left. The door is ajar and he was leaning on the door frame. His eyes fixated on my reflection by the mirror, too fixated that even I was looking at him, he didn’t bother looking directly in my eyes.

I cleared my throat and looked back at him through the mirror.

“You work fast.” I said, calmly.

His lip formed a tight smirk. “I wanted to grant your morning to be good, babe.” he said the last word with sarcasm and I think I heard a light bitterness.

So he heard our conversation. Great.

“If I’ve known you and the golden boy has some kind of ‘babe’ thing going on, I wouldn’t care what kind of morning you will have.”

I frown from the sound of him. This is another of his sides, right? Last night, he was all slutty and sweet but now his voice sounds blood and deadly.

Or was it because of the talk I had with Richard that my perception of Yael changed? Somehow, I feel like fear is starting to peak in my chest, somewhere.

My throat moved slowly from the gulp I was trying to hide from his observing eyes. Pick your shit, Sabrina. Don’t let him get to you.

“I don’t really care of what kind of morning I will have, Yael.”

“Too bad. I’d love to give you surprises.” he smirked again, this time his clenched teeth was shown.

“And I made myself clear how much I hated surprises. So you’re eavesdropping now, huh?”

“Only when I hear things that caught my attention.”

“And what was it?”

He looked at me. Really looked at me. The way we fought gazes through the mirror helped to decrease the tension coming from his eyes.

I waited for his answer but his jaw only moved several times, clenching the words that wanted to be said. And I knew he won’t answer my question.

I’m the first one to break eye contact, sighing as I grabbed a towel nearby and wiped my damp hands. If he’s not gonna talk then I don’t need to stay inside the bathroom and wait.

I grabbed the door knob and ready to go out of the bathroom when I noticed that his body was blocking the way.

My brow raised in question and Yael just continued eyeing me.

“You are blocking the way.” I stated when he didn’t move.

“Who is that Richard in your life, Sabrina?” his voice is low and hoarse.

I paused for a second from his question. He really think something was going on with me and my friend?

Damn.

My arms crossed in front of my chest and I saw his eyes made a quick glance down my chest.

Aware that my cleavage was visible in his sight, I smirked from how that  affected him.

“Are you jealous?” my voice can’t help teasing. Yael clenched his jaw then his mouth parted to speak but no words came out of his mouth, just his silent breathing. “You’ve been entertaining that emotion for a while, Yael. Stop being weird.” I shook my head.

Deciding to end the conversation, I shoved him out of the way and walked past him. Suddenly, a strong hand gripped my arm and yanked me back that I lost my balance. My back slammed on Yael’s bare chest, his breath tickling on my earlobe and my heart pounded on my chest. Hard.

“I am jealous.” he murmured in a rough voice, emphasizing each word. “You don’t want me jealous, Sabrina. So whatever going on with you and that fuck-face, you should stop it.”

The words came out as a threat that I shuddered. I was not easily scared but the information I heard from Richard somewhat fed inside me.

My head recited multiple curses that I closed my eyes shut to get my mind on track. You don’t know the man, its been years, things may have changed.

Yael pulled me more into him and gently thrust his hips forward. My eyes widened from the hardness I feel on my back. He was aroused and the hard length pushing behind me was too evident to ignore.

I hissed.

“Only your bitches follow your command, and I’m not one of them. And get your morning wood away from me!” I struggle from his hold but he just tightened his grip, turned me around and pushed me on the wall.

I groaned when my back crashed to the cold partition, the impact made a small thud. Yael hovered over me, placing both of his hands on my sides as trap.

“I didn’t come back for you to take part in your boytoy games.” he almost growled the words. “And this,” he pressed his pelvis up, making me feel his arousal once again. “…is hard because of the jealousy you’re making fun of.”

The first sentence didn’t made sense to me at all but I couldn’t ask for what it means or comprehend if its a lie.

His arousal pressed on my body made my heart drum against my chest. My sight turned blurry from how hard my heart was beating. My body trembled as heat consumed my top to toe. I clenched my thighs to stop whatever was coming but the throbbing has reached my sensitive part and my core pooled.

I’m having a fucking episode!

It was morning and I am having it every time of the day, waking up with this feeling but right now, something triggered it and I have no mind to figure out the ‘what’!

“Get off me!” I struggled again, my knees turning jelly from the pain of wanting the pleasure so bad. “Get off me!”

“Fuck!” Yael cursed when my body shook hard that it vibrated through him. “Where’s your med? I’ll get it.” he said, dragging me to the bed so I could sit. I struggled to speak so I pointed on the drawer where I put the pills last night.

I heard Yael cursed again and the burning desire inside me escalated fast. Suddenly, the thought of Yael cursing while releasing inside my core flashed in my mind like a dream.

My moans filled the room as I felt my core quivered. It wanted to be touched, it wanted to have its fill, to be released! I fought not to touch myself, no, not in front of him.

My breathing was fast and hard, heaving. I could see Yael and his hurried moves as he grabbed my pills. My eyes are half-open and I feel like my heart transferred on my ears.

The pills won’t work. I know it won’t. The episode is just like the last and if I won’t have my release then I will need Yael’s mind-blowing kiss that stopped the episode before.

“Here.” Yael was on my side and his scent lingered in my nose, tempting me more. I looked up at his eyes and he looked dreadful, a bit of panic and fear. But he is still the most beautiful thing to look at.

“T-The pills never work anymore...” I grunted when another wave of pleasure washed me over, and I’m wetter than I used to be.

“Just swallow the damn thing, Sabrina--”

Instead of listening to him, I shove his extended arm with the pills on its palm and grabbed on his nape, pulling him closer.

Our lips met and I moaned from the pleasure of his wet lips on mine. He tastes like mint, this is where the minty-tobacco scent was coming from. Yael was fazed for a second and I saw his eyes were wide-eyed.

“Kiss me back!” I groaned in frustration that awaken Yael from his shock. He opened his lips and claimed mine with the way he kissed me before. That territorial and longing kiss which helps my nerve calm.

His arm went on my waist and pulled me up to straighten my body on the bed. I was laying on my back, our lips not parting, and he towered over me using his other arm for weigh support.

I moaned when his tongue slipped inside my mouth but welcomed him with the same heat. We kissed hard and rough that I felt my lip swell but without any pain, only pleasure.

I studied myself if the episode is finally drying down, only to find my desire intensified, more needing, more wanting. My core is throbbing so bad, it wanted to be touched. I can feel my wetness on the tiny fabric of my panties and I haven’t been this wet before.

“Oh, Yael, make me come! Please, make me come!”

An animal-like growl came out of Yael’s mouth as his hand slipped off my waist and found its way to the waistband of my shorts, yanking the cloth down and exposing my wetness.