His Vixen Mafia Princess

Chapter Two-First Day

The next morning came all too early. I stretch and reach for my phone, it's only 6am so maybe I can catch my father before his plane leaves. I jump out of the bed and rush into the bathroom, without thinking to knock because, well because its six in the morning and I was not expecting anyone to be in my bathroom. I definitely am not expecting to fling the door open and find Adonis in human form standing at my sink, brushing his teeth with only a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes travel down and trace his v-line, then I snap them up when I hear him lay down his toothbrush and start to speak. "Good morning my little Vixen, you're up quite early. Much earlier than I remember you liking anyways." D*mn, why can't he just be ugly and not have such a deep, enticing voice?

"I am so sorry. I was in a hurry to try and catch Papa that I completely forgot to knock!" I immediately start to back out with a sheepish look on my face. Angel reaches forward quickly and grabs my hand, pulling me close to him. I breathe in the scent of him and glance up at his face. He looks torn, I should pull away. He's just doing this out of habit, old ones die hard right? Then he reaches up and gently strokes my face, "Vixen baby, I've missed you so much." His hand trails down to my arm and he grips it slightly before pushing me against the counter. I reach up and steady myself with both hands around his biceps. My god, I'm putty in his hands and I am absolutely pathetic. Gently he starts to bend his face towards mine and even though I know I should stop what is coming, I don't. I stand up on my tippy toes and throw my arms around his neck as his lips brush mine. My head is spinning and I'm pretty sure I'm going to faint. As if I'm made of glass, he gently picks me up by my waist and sets me on the counter. Immediately I part my legs and pull him forward roughly.

He doesn't resist and I'm too far past gone now to even think about trying to stop this. I feel him bite my bottom lip and greedily I part mine to allow him access. He grabs a fistful of my hair and explores every inch of my mouth, like a dying man desperate for air. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the towel slip down even further and moan against him. He pulls back and looks at me hungrily, "Don't do that. I won't stop myself." No hesitation, no wavering in my voice I say, "Who said I want you to stop Angel?" As if on cue, my phone starts blaring "All Of Me" by John Legend. I groan and pull back away from Angel, earning a tighter grip around my waist. He smirks when he sees that it's Ari calling. I forward the call and place the phone face down on the counter, he'll think I'm still sleeping.

Angel leans down and breathlessly asks, "Do you need to take that?" I gulp and slowly shake my head no. He chuckles and pulls away from me, my skin instantly misses his touch. I sigh and jump off the counter but as I'm walking out he asks another, more surprising question. "What's my ringtone Emilia?" Seriously? I glance back and shrug my shoulders, "I don't have your number Angel." Gaining some semblance of confidence back after the steamy make out session I saunter out of the bathroom and head to my fathers study. I look in and realize he's not there so I jog to his bedroom and find he's already gone. Stupid Angel, I wouldv'e been able to tell Papa goodbyes if it weren't for him! I walk back to my room and flop down on the bed, shooting Ari a text.

Me: Sorry I missed your call, I was still sleeping. I've got a really busy couple of days ahead of me so if I don't respond, please don't take it personally.

Ari: Of course not dear, I was just calling to let you know I had to catch a last minute flight to New York this morning to handle some business. I should be back within a week, care for another date then?

Me: Sure! Safe travels!

Ari: Always, I love you Emi.

I lock my phone and don't respond. Surely he got the hint the last few times he's said that and I haven't responded. I'm just not sure what I feel for Ari is love, I like him a lot but I don't think I love him. There's only room for love in my heart for one person and coincidentally, he just walked in. I look up and roll my eyes when Angel walks in without knocking. I have to make those locks on my doors a priority today! "Mmmm, don't roll your eyes at me Vixen. You know what happens when you're disrespectful," Angel growls out the warning, dead serious. The way my downstairs is reacting, I have a feeling I wouldn't mind whatever punishment he could come up with. I pick up my phone and start scrolling through i********:, carefully ignoring Angel as he stands awkwardly in my doorway. Horrifyingly enough, while I wasn't paying attention Angel had come up with a bright idea. He starts calling my phone.

"You're Still The One" by Shania Twain starts blaring through my phone's speakers. Mortified, I quickly shut it off and throw it down on the bed, praying he didn't see his contact name. So maybe I was a little petty after the breakup, I was only 16 when I changed his contact from "Always" to "Jerkface". The room is deathly silent, I can hear him breathing. I'm sure he will come up with something witty and sarcastic to say about my pathetic ringtone choice. But, he doesn't. He simply stands there. I'm not quite sure which is worse. I look at his face and shockingly, I see pain. The same pain I saw yesterday when I sent him away from my bathroom. "I-" I start to try to come up with an excuse for the song but I'm quickly cut off when he crosses the room and smashes his lips to mine once again. He really has got to stop kissing me like this, surely he knows how intoxicating he is.

Desperate not to have a repeat of this morning I push him back. "No Angel. You can't keep doing that to me." I want so bad to tell him how unfair it is and how much I've missed it but I leave it at that insistent on not furthering my embarrassment. "You didn't seem to be complaining in the bathroom earlier Vixen. Don't hold back on me now." I scan his face after he lets out his witty little comment for any trace of the raw emotion he had just had, but I'm only met with a cold and steely gaze. I straighten myself and decide then and there that two can play this game. Except I plan to win.

"You don't get to waltz in here, demand to sleep in my adjoining suite, forcibly kiss me TWICE, and expect me to just be okay with things Angelico! You have a fiance, or have you forgotten her? I have a boyfriend! I'm not just one of those filthy little whores that prances around begging for your attention. You left me. You broke me. I rebuilt myself, I healed myself. You don't get to storm in here, to make wedding plans, and make me one of your little playthings. Other girls might be okay with that, but I d*mn sure have more respect for myself! So do what you did to me three years ago, turn around and walk the hell out! I won't beg you to stop this time!" Angrily I shove against his broad chest, emphasizing my point.