Chapter 354 Hickeys
Brad's face went stone-cold, glaring at his phone like it had personally offended him.
His right hand clenched so hard, veins popped out like they were about to burst.
The fire in Brad's eyes started to fizzle out, replaced by a dark, simmering rage.
He was shaking with anger, like he was about to explode.
"Chill out. Getting this worked up ain't good for you," I said, giving his shoulder a pat. He shrugged me off, snapping, "Don't touch me. I need a minute."
"Why aren't you picking up? Who's calling?" I asked, finally snapping out of my daze. I pulled a blanket over myself, still catching my breath.
My head was spinning, and sweat was dripping down my face.
With a heavy thud, Brad flopped onto the bed, pounding it with his fist before collapsing next to me. His eyes were blazing, and his fists were clenched tight, showing just how pissed he was.
I thought, 'Who the hell calls at a time like this? So rude.'
I gave Brad's solid chest another sympathetic pat.
My breathing started to calm down, but my feelings were all over the place. I couldn't decide if I was relieved or bummed that we didn't get to finish what we started. It was a mess.
Brad had been interrupted more times than I could count. Seeing him this upset, I wondered if it was gonna mess with his head long-term.
I got up and glanced at the phone screen; it was Professor Evans.
It must be something serious.
"Professor Evans calling this late? Must be something big. You should answer; he's called twice already." As a good girlfriend, my job was to calm Brad down.
I thought, 'Career's gotta come first,, right? But seriously, calling in the middle of the night? So annoying.'
"When we go back for Christmas, I'll have my parents talk about our marriage," Brad said, pulling me close and breathing heavily into my neck, giving it a little bite.
With his other hand, he reluctantly picked up the phone and hit redial.
"Urgent! Get to my office for a meeting, now." Professor Evans' voice was serious but had this teasing edge to it.
Yeah, he was definitely doing this on purpose.
Brad held me a bit longer, trying to calm down, then got up and started getting dressed, still tense.
Brad said, "No clue when this meeting will end. Since you don't like staying here, I'll take you back."
Half an hour later, I walked into the house with a small suitcase, catching Yancy's surprised look.
"You came back solo?" Mia asked, eyeing the closed door and grabbing my suitcase. "Didn't you say you got here earlier? Why are you back alone now? Didn't Mr. Pitt pick you up? Why do you look so bummed?"
I thought, 'Got interrupted during sex. Just wanna sleep but had to move, so yeah, I'm pissed.'
"I'm beat. Gonna wash up and crash," I said, picking up my suitcase and heading to the bedroom.
Mia said, "Hey, Jane, what happened to you? Who did this? How'd you get hurt like this? Such soft skin, will it scar? Jane, spill it. I'll help you get revenge. Don't hide it from me."
Mia unzipped my jacket, revealing the hickeys on my neck and collarbone, and exclaimed, "Jane, don't be sad. I'll call Mr. Pitt right now. What's so important that he can't even check in on you?"
She grabbed the phone from the couch, ready to dial.
Yancy, who was making the bed on the couch, glanced at my neck and nodded.
I snatched Mia's phone and tossed it back on the couch, glaring at her before heading to my room.
After hours in the car and then being all over Brad, my body was aching. All I wanted was a hot bath and some sleep.
Before I could close the bedroom door, Mia slipped in with a mischievous grin.
"I'm going to sleep. What are you doing in here?" I said, too tired to deal with her nosiness.
Mia wasn't fazed. She circled me twice, her eyes glued to my neck, shaking her head in admiration.
"Nothing, just admiring your hickeys," she said.
"Mia, are you out of your mind?" I asked.
Mia ignored me, sitting down and nudging me with her elbow, grinning. "So, did you guys do it? How was it? Spill."
I thought, 'Mia's such a perv.'
"Get out! I'm taking a bath," I said.
"Go ahead! The first time must be exhausting. Use hot water and some essential oils," Mia advised.
"Hey, tell me, was Mr. Pitt so happy he couldn't find his way home, so you came back alone? I don't blame him. With a body like yours, even I like it. Mr. Pitt must have gone crazy."
Mia switched topics, "Alright, I won't ask anymore. Let me run a hot bath for you. Mr. Pitt must be relieved now."
Mia was like an annoying sparrow, making my head spin.
"Mia, I'm warning you; shut your mouth and get out of my sight," I said.
"So, Jane, you two failed to do it? Oh my God, really?" Mia gasped, covering her mouth like she had discovered a huge secret.
I thought, 'Mia could really drive me nuts.'
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