Part 6~Exploring~

Part 6 ~Exploring~



Her mouth still burned a bit from him being an evil dick. She pulled the large suitcase off the bed and sat it on the floor. Shandy just wanted to lay down and rest, but now she was afraid of what shit he may try next.
"Sneaky bastard." she scoffed.
If he wants to play this little game, we'll play... Just you wait , Mr Donovan." She twisted her mouth into an over exaggerated grimace.
Shandy finally calmed herself down, her mouth finally easing from the fire that had been set inside it.
"Oh God noooo! I have to peeee." There was no way she could wait any longer. She rolled herself out into the darkened hallway slowly heading to the bathroom, hoping and praying she wouldn't run into him on the way.
She made it to the bathroom door listening carefully and didn't hear anyone inside, she pushed the door opened with little effort.
There he stood with only a towel wrapped so low around his waist she could see his little happy trail. His dark wet hair hung over his light gray eyes as he turned his head staring down at her. Beads of water still on his skin rolling down his sculpted broad chest.
She couldn't help but stare at his glorious form swallowing hard at the sight.
"Oh God I'm sorry!" She replied shamefully, quickly backing outta the bathroom hitting the door frame getting herself stuck in her haste to retreat. She was mortified and felt like completely disappearing.
"No, wait, I'm done in here, you can use the bathroom." He replied.
Both of them acting like the argument they had less than an hour ago happened at all.
"Uhmm... I...I can w...wait it's ok." She stuttered, her voice shaky, face blood red.
"No go ahead." He breathed out.
He passed by her wearing only the towel. She dropped her head trying to ignore as he brushed by her. My God he was such a stunning guy. Why did he have to be such a diabolical son of a bitch? She asked herself, rolling into the bathroom again and closing the door, sitting a moment trying to still her erratic heartbeat and breathing.
Shandy lined herself up as close as she could with the toilet sliding her body onto the seat. She wiggled her pj bottoms and undies down.
"Finally," she puffed, finishing up she shifted her body back into the chair and rolled through the hall stopping at the opening to what she guessed was the living room.
Pulling inside a bit, she looked up at the bare walls that held not a shred of pictures or decoration, just like the rest of the place. This guy had nothing personal in this house except the bare essentials.
She rolled on through into another room past the living room area, her curiosity peaked. There was a small library, shelves of books lined the walls that looked as though they hadn't been touched in ages. She rolled closer to them in the dimly lit room, running her fingers over the spines getting a thick coating of dust on them as she did.
She pulled a huge thick book out that instantly caught her attention. It looked extremely old. The cover simply said "Rolod" "is that even a word?" she mumbled rubbing her palm over the raised lettering, opening to the first page of the extremely thick book that covered her entire lap.
"What are you doing in here?!" Donovan exclaimed in a deep menacing tone, causing her to nearly jump outta the chair. He walked hurriedly to her grabbing the large treatise from her lap, holding it against his chest tightly as though it were some ancient rare artifact that had been sullied by her hands. She sat dumbfounded as he stared at her with a look of disapproval.
"I uhh...I'm sorry. I just thought I'd look at some of these books, th...there's so many." She fumbled nervously over her words.
"You should fucking ask before you go invading other people's homes and belongings." He spat bitterly.
"I'm s...sorry I'll leave, please for...forgive me." She mumbled as she rolled past him, in a frenzy to get away.
He grabbed the handle on her wheelchair, stopping her abruptly as her breath caught in fear from his action.
"Hey...I don't care if you stay, there's just some books in here that are very "old" and this is one of them that can't be messed with, it.....it's very fragile. I should have already put it in a safer place."He spoke with more emotion than she'd heard from him so far.
She wondered if this guy was bipolar or something with the way his moods fluctuate.
"No, I'll just head back a...and read my own books." She answered softly, feeling humiliated for getting caught red handed rummaging through his home. Shandy did not like the degrading feeling, she just wanted to get away from this intimidating male post-haste.
He still held firmly to the handle of her chair, making it impossible for her to move.
"C...Can I please go now?" She asked with a bit of fear pulsing through her.
He released the chair with a heavy breath as she rolled away quickly with the hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention.
She made it back to her room, pulling alongside the bed, she leaned forward holding her head in her hands trying to calm the warm swirling storm brewing in her gut.
Her head pounded with a sharp pain. "Ohh God noo...please not another headache." She whispered to herself.
Within 5 minutes he walked in handing her another pill she took immediately without fuss.
"Thank you Donovan." She responded politely, using his name.
"Your welcome Shandy. That pill is a tad stronger than the last one I gave you, so you may start to feel more tired and possibly a bit dizzy." He replied frankly.
"Yea...ok, that's great. Guess you'll be able to pull more of your trickery on me while I'm in a state of unconsciousness." She shot him a hard stare.
"God woman! I'm not gonna bother you if you fall asleep." He promised, giving her a sincere look.
Shandy looked up at him with an assuming look. "Well I certainly can't stay awake constantly to ensure you don't try to pull another prank on me, now can I?" she scowled. "Do whatever, I'm just tired." She waved her hand.
"Ok, I'll just pick you up and put you in bed then." He walked closer to her.
"What? No..... wait!" She snapped lively.
"Look....the bed is high, it's gonna be extremely difficult for you to get up there, I'm only trying to help you, Shandy."
She was taken aback he had used her name more than once with a calm tone, bordering on actually being nice and the smile really shook her up good.
"Uhhh oh...ok th...thanks." She decided to accept his act of kindness. "Yes indeed....I would appreciate your help." Her head was beginning to feel funny as she giggled.
"You ok?" he chuckled.
"Yessssss iiiim purrrrfect." She purred, adding a little snort of laughter. This pill seem to work more rapidly than any of the others. She felt like she had drunk alcohol and smoked weed.
"You ready?" He asked, watching her closely.
Mhm! I am soooo readyyy!" She hummed, giggling like a child as he completely lifted her outta the wheelchair.
She squealed happily like she was a child being swung about. Her arms grabbed around his neck, her nose brushing against his ear causing him to blaze up as a wave of heat caught him off guard.
He lay her down, his heart picking up rhythm. Her arms locked tightly around his neck, he tried to lift up away from her but she held stronger, her fingers laced together around his neck.
"Mmm...you smell sooo delicious." She sniffed his neck causing him major issues.
"Shandy. Hey, l...let go." he breathed hard trying to pull her off, yet not trying nearly as hard as he could have.
"Misterrrr Donerrrviiinnuhh!" She drew out. Why don't you wike me?" She pouted, pooching her lip out. His face was so close to hers that he could see the depth of her eye color.
Dark blue circled around an extremely light blue center that sparkled like a big diamond, so breathtakingly beautiful he gasped, he had never wanted to suck face with any woman as bad as he did her at this very moment. His eyes darted down to her plump, juicy lips.
God she was fucking sexy.
"You wanna kiss me, don't you baby boy?" She whispered, smiling cheekily. She stared deeply into his light eyes, that seemed to spark mysteriously with different flecks of color.
"Whoa....I love the way your eyes change color! That's so siiiick! She stared closely at them. So close he could feel her hot sweet breath on his lips. At this very moment he wanted nothing more than to crawl up on the bed snuggle himself between those perfectly shaped thighs, slam his mouth onto hers and tear into her so fiercely she'd loose a little bit of her mind. Miss Shandy would be a submissive little lamb by the time he was done with her. But he controlled himself.