Chapter 61. Him. And I.

QUILL
"My house," He just casually said it like it didn't matter but I was more then just surprised. It was his house? Why would he bring me here? "Weren't you going to send me back to California? How did we ended up at your house?" I asked him, he taking my hand. In his fist as the the elevator door opened directly in a penthouse, and he walked inside with me. Pulling me along with him. A big living room with this huge ass white couch. The whole decoration of dime yellow lighting white floring and extra ordinary furnitures.
The way the house was, it instantly clicked to me. All of the lighting here, the number I can't count it. And then there was the little house there. Where we had a single bulb in the house with two lamps. The furnitures. And then I thought about the broken chair he and I use to sit on dining table. The hunching chair. The couch. Something I sticked with through out my time. The way he lives is drastically different then what he use to live there as.. Sitting on the floor, walking bare foot. And everything else. This is just so... Wierd, to see him like this now. Suddenly. He stopped when I stopped too, and turned to see me. "What?" He asked me, I putting my head up when I heard him asking me. And I smiled. "You are, just too rich." I said a lame thing that I can feel his giggle inside his smile. "I guess i am," He did reply with amusing honesty. "How long have you been leaving as Lex?" I asked him frowning at him, "And what made you go all the way down just to get in the mansion?" I asked something that annoyingly got me thinking and wondering. If I should have or not. But he didn't felt offended or turned fiery and rather just as a answered me honestly, "It's because I always wanted to free this city from drugs and prostitution and it never was possible until I clean if the Blues. So I ended up doing anything I can take on them by law. I needed the evidence, how? And life this it just turned out at planned fate." He told me, as he started to walk towards the otherside.
My eyes just at him. While he felt like someone else I didn't knew anything about. He walked towards the drawers and removed a first aid box walking my way. Right, I have wounds on me. He brought me to treat them. He came and asked me with his chin to sit down on the couch. He gestured, jerking his chin. When I looked at the couch. And then I went to sit there. Last time we had a conflict on the couch.
I sat down on the couch. As he walked my way. "How do you get yourself so many wounds? Can't be little feminine for once?" He asked as he sat down near my leg. "And looked at my wounds sighing after inhaling deeply. "Don't you feel pain? Don't you feel hurt? When you are bleeding?" He asked me, looking from down there, his alluring eyes running something in me. While even after everything all I wanted to do right now was take his face and kiss him intensely. He looked down and started to take the clean all the blood from my leg, with cotton. Cleaning it with all his attention on it.
A guy.
I never thought and never knew wound turn into something this close to me. He was so damn fixated on my wounds that he doesn't even realise that i was staring at him from a long time. He just was concentrating on removing the little pieces of glass stuck in the wound. He is a nice guy and he treats me well. He is amazingly beautiful and.
Rich. Well this one isn't the benefit but rather hindrance. Any woman should be happy about finding out that she is dealing with a rich guy like this. But I differ.
He started to apply the antiseptics and keeping the cotton he started wrapping the bandage around my wound. While he looked up at my belly where I had daggered myself. "You and your stubbornness hurts you. Can't you be a little more if a filial girlfriend who just hears what her boyfriend have to say in one go?" He asked me aamd I funkly shaked my head. He laughing and coming up and sitting beside me in the couch. "Actually you know what you can just stay here Mileva can't and won't ever barge in here? You don't have place to stay in Cali. But on only one condition!" He said. When I was not going to say to his offer lthough I was curious about the condition. "And what's that?" I asked him raising my brow. "That you won't attempt to be involved in anything danger and something that is not your place." He asked me indirectly not to get involve and do anything like what I have been doing.
And its unacceptable. I am planning to die and kill. And here he is asking me not to get into dangerous things?
I defy this thought.
He wants to protect me while I demand to hurt me. He wants to contain me in the box. We with live for two different aspects. That makes me wonder will we ever be compatible with each other. I don't know.
He is too good for me any ways. But looking at his family they don't definitely look like the one in movies who will create a drama over my poverty.
I just don't know.
Can anything happen between us that won't be tragic but rather happy? And living better?
I just past the question by looking down in the floor. And saying no with no words. And he did get me. He just hated the fact I did and behaved this way, "Fine." He said as he went for my dress. I raising my brow. "What are you doing?" I asked him. Holding on my top. When he just sighed. "I want to treat the wound." He said, as he looked at my stomach. And I realised that I need to take it off.
So I went on and removed my top off from my head, coming bare skin in from of his eyes. While he with no ounce of shame and guilt stared at me. Lust thriving in his eyeballs.
"Why are you staring at Mister? I think you need to take your eyes off?" I frowned at him, "I didn't say that when you were staring at me?" He asked, and taunted me Iver the minute ago I was staring at him. I biting my lower lips, took my eyes the other side in guilt. He chuckling. As he removed new set of cotton pads and kept it on my wound and started to clean it slowly again. And again I went on doing my crime if staring at him. While he kept his other hand on my waist the other side of the wound. While he slowly slid it behind my back. Continuing cleaning. And later he started to apply the anticeptic on my wounds and cleaned it. His cold hand and fingertips on my back. And soon he bandaged my waist around. Fiting it for the last time. And then looked up in my eyes.
"Done!" He said and then came closer leaning near me. And keeping his lips on me. And I did take them gracefully and took my hands over his cheeks while his wrapped around my waist. And kissed ne patiently. His soft but equally rough lips rather slow and calm today. While he didn't haste or put me to haste either. And kept kissing me desperately. Holding back on his urges to go wild. His tongue just lurking over me, instead of pushing life the other times and didn't he nor I bite eat other's lift. But just drizzled them with each other's affection filter free. He was equally treating me well, as much as I. When we both gasped to breath, he pulled away, but went down on my kneck. And kissed me there, sucking and Licking me all the way down. While he once again came up kissing me on my lips again. "You have been a very bad girl lately, do you want me to punish you?" He asked me, when I eyed in little surprise. "Were you that desperate?" He asked as he watched me going down. "Punish me?" I asked him frowning but rather curious if his ways. When he smirked.
"Yeah, punish you for running away like that. Punish you for not listening to me." He said, as his hands went towards my butt starting remove my pants, when I just scooted down because I Don't see the problem here. He removed my pants off me. And then went for my underwear too, as sliding it down. He threw it away. And came up towards me. Again, "You damn bad beautiful girl. You are going to yell today." He said as he wrapped his hands on my back and then suddenly shoved me around making me stand as he sat down on the couch and making me go down he leaned me on his legs.
My butt up. While I layed on my stomach.
And he smirked. And his hands on them while he bounced my thickness with his hands patting. "On every slam you must yell. I won't and I am sorry, do you hear me?" He asked me, when I didn't reply but he again screamed loudly, "Do you hear me?!" He said as he made a huge hit on my left butt cheek with his hands. Making me yell loudly. "Do you-" He started to say but he said. "I am sorry and I won't do it again." I said, when he smiled and again made a huge hit. His palms hurting me badly, as if it was killing me. But this was a sweet pain. I said it again.
As once again he raised his hand in the air but didn't do anything this time. And rather rolled me around and lied me down on the couch. Coming over me, "You are hurt already today. It's enough for now. But never repeat this mistake again." He said to me, while. I nodded. He leaning on me once again as he kissed me. Again. He was treating and caressing me well. "I don't like hurting you, so don't act out." He mumbled in my ears as he pushed away from me. And sat up. I looking at him. While he went inside the room. Standing up. But turned behind. "What are you doing? Come?" He asked me. I was confused.
Though I stood with my clothes in my hand. And he took me towards his bed, while he layed down and asked me too. I following what he said, as he hugged me tightly and cuddled with me. "Your wounds are making me stop."He said as he hugged me and we ended up in each other's warmth.
He is different. He is so different on all the ones I have seen. He is strange and attractive. He is funny without any jokes. I don't know how exactly I feel about him. Though whatever I do feel is more then normal emotions.
He confuses me and he makes me not to trust on anything and anyone except for him. And I don't feel burdened when I am trusting him over with something.
Is he really true to me? Is he not the one too who is hiding something with me too?
Being broken with people so many times, even makes heaven looks hell. I just hope my past incidents won't turn something good slip out of my hands.