Chapter 47
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I got up and walked towards the bathroom, and I see him facing the wall beneath the shower. One of his hands was on the wall to keep his support. The water was hot. I could see the fog coming out from his back. And... god... the water made his body more sensual, as he was naked and I could feel his muscles and veins pumping up.
“E-“ I was about to call him, wet. But I stopped. Instead, I walked towards him and slid my arms beneath his shoulders, hugging and holding him from behind.
I didn’t care about me being wet. I just wanted to hold him like he does. Give him back what he gave me, not sexually aggressive, but in a beautiful one.
“You’re up early,” he says.
“What can I say? I was missing you.”
He turned his body to face me and gave me a soft peck on my forehead.
“Mmm. I love those soft sets of lips.”
“I love yours, Ms May. And not the ones on your face.”
“Shut up.” I giggle and try to shove him back, but he already had his grip on my waist, so I couldn’t walk away from him.
We stood there under the hot shower for a while. He started brushing his hands down my arms as if he was helping me clean myself.
Suddenly, my eyes fall down to his right waist. It was a light mark as if someone had cut through it.
I was about to brush my hand there, but he grabbed it instantly.
“This is a restricted area, Ms May.”
I looked into his eyes and found only despair.
“What happened?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
Ethan loses his grip on me, turns the nob to the other side, making the water stop, and walked out of the bathroom. I followed up behind him.
“Ethan?” I stood in front of the bathroom door, crossing my arms.
“It does concern me,” I say while walking up to Ethan.
He gazed into my eyes and I grabbed this opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck.
“I know that we both agreed to take it slow, Ethan,” I say. “But you shutting me now wouldn’t allow us to go forward. We’ll get stuck here. This right now may be a start to something. Even if it’s a small one. It’s a start.”
He says nothing. Ethan kept quiet for a while and finally takes a long deep breath to gather his thoughts about how he would say this.
“When I was just starting up my business. I had a lot of difficulties. Not minor ones, but those who could... well... get me killed. Know that, this is one souvenir I received while I was planning my future.”
“Somebody tried to kill you?” I was shocked as fuck. I mean... Of course, we all start from somewhere, but if he was just starting, why would somebody want to kill him right before he could be successful? This made little sense.
I tried to stay neutral to his words. Maybe this was half the story he was telling me. It may have been more than that. But It was enough for me right now.. Small start. I had to respect it.
“I’m sorry you had to go through something like that,” I say while I wrap my arms around him.
“It’s in the past. There’s nothing that can cause me pain now.” He says and walks away.
I wanted to give him the space he needed, but it broke my heart to see him like this. And this was the first time I was feeling like this. I, myself, went through shit and I always thought that my problems were bigger than anyone else’s. But I guess I needed to explore the world more.
Some people get molested by their own parents, and others don’t even know they exist. There are those like Roger who show and provide you with the love you expect and the fuck you up. Some people are a lot worse than others. I guess we just go forward on the path we’ve set and figure out who’s there for you and who’s a fucker.
“Breakfast?” Ethan asks while putting on his shirt.
“Yeah, but wouldn’t that be risky for us?”
“Risky how?”
“What if someone from work sees us here? Wouldn’t that lead to a whole ‘This has got to be on the headline’ stuff?”
“Don’t worry about it. I bought you some new clothes.” Ethan walks towards me with a bag.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Ethan gives me a devilish grin and kisses my cheek.
“Of course I do.”
I smile, and he walks out of the room to give me some privacy. Not wasting more time, I put on the new clothes and look at myself in the mirror one last time before walking out.
I wasn’t sure if Ethan himself went to pick up these clothes, but if he did? He had a good choice.
I catch up to him and we get into the elevator. He pushed the terrace’s button and started knotting his tie.
“Need some help?” I say while smiling at him.
He turned his body towards me, dropping his hands inside his pants pockets. I started working on his tie and I was getting the perfect feeling that Ethan was again reading and dressing my face. Like he was trying to learn my features.
“Thank You, Ms May.” He says after I finished knotting.
“Thank you for the clothes, Mr Cooper,” saying nothing further, he started closing the gap between us, making my back touch the elevator wall.
“If we’re thanking each other for the stuff we do, I should thank you for the perfect night you made my experience.” He says, almost growling and haunting.
I stayed still, going nervous and all crazy again. Whenever he’s closer to my body, I feel like someone just stitched up my mouth from letting me say fucked up stupid stuff.
“I...”
Before I could speak, Ethan aggressively but carefully grabbed my throat, tonguing me instantly.
He bit my lower lip and took care of my lips more than anyone else could ever do. His grip was strong but just with the perfect pressure. I reached out to his shoulders to prevent myself from dying through the pleasure he gives, but I was already there.
“Being around you is a fucking challenge,” Ethan says, and the elevator bell rings. He doesn’t move a muscle. Ethan stood there as if no one would ever find out what we just did, and he was right.
The terrace was empty. There was a whole big lounge, of course, but I figured it must be under Ethan’s control. He must have planned it before we came here.
Ethan takes a few steps back, letting me enjoy the perfectly entitled view of California.
“It’s beautiful,” I say while walking out of there
“Nothing compares to you, as I always say, Ms May.”
Hearing those words made me feel the urge to say something back to him I may or may not regret. And I gathered the courage to do so...
“Ethan I L....”
