Chapter 25 — Stroll
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I snuggled further into the pillow, inhaling the sweet masculine scent.
Masculine? My bed smells like jasmine, not—
I shot up, wincing slightly as my head pounded.
My eyes roamed around the dimly lit room, taking in the dark walls and big bed.
Finally—
They landed on him. He sat bent over a book, glasses perched on his nose as he scribbled steadily.
The events of the day flooded into my mind and I found myself blushing.
“You're awake,” Henry said, still scribbling.
“Yeah…” I croaked. “How long did I sleep for?”
He dropped his pen and stood up.
My eyes followed his movement as he went to his mini fridge.
He pulled out a bottle of water, and headed towards me.
“Drink,” he said, passing the water to me.
I took it, my gaze falling to the bed as our fingers touched.
I unscrewed the cap and downed the water in one go.
Fuck, I really was dehydrated.
“Today is Sunday,” Henry said, walking back to his seat.
“What?” I screeched.
“And you're still naked,” he noted.
I glanced down at my body, cheeks burning with embarrassment… Then I quickly pulled the sheets over my body.
“You should have said that first…” I murmured, staring at the wall.
A low chuckle reached my ears, drawing my attention back to him.
He was staring at me with an amused expression on his face.
“I was waiting for you to notice, but it didn't seem like you were going to anytime soon,” He trailed off, thumb brushing over his lips.
“And it was becoming very distracting.”
Fuck.
My body thrummed with need as desire began building up inside of me.
I turned my gaze back to the bed, picking at the invisible patterns, as I desperately tried to hide the smile on my face.
How could I even still be turned on after everything last night?
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, thankful that he was staring at his book instead.
My gaze moved down and I licked my lips.
Maybe what I needed was his d**k.
“Would you like to take a stroll?” Henry asked suddenly.
I blinked. “Stroll?”
“Yes,” Henry replied. “Probably get something at the supermarket down the street.”
“And… you want me to stroll with you?”
He pursed his lips.
“I'm merely asking if you want to.”
“Just say you want me to come with you.”
He rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Do you want to or not?”
I scoffed, turning my head away.
“Ask me politely.”
He didn't.
Instead, footsteps came closer.
I glanced at him, then back at the wall.
He stopped in front of me, then leaned forward.
His fingers curled under my chin, turning my gaze towards him.
“I should bend you over and finger this rudeness out of you.” He murmured, thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
“Maybe you should just f**k me already,” I whispered, leaning closer to him.
He brought his lips close to my ear, then bit my earlobe softly. “Nice try.”
With that, he pulled back and walked to his desk. “I'll get you something appropriate from your wardrobe, just stay here.”
“I can get it myself,” I said, pouting.
“You're still naked,” he said, walking towards the door.
“So… you've seen me naked already.” I argued back.
“That I have,” he said, smiling softly.
With that, he walked out of the door.
I didn't have to wait for long.
He strolled in a few minutes later with a dress, and handed it to me.
“I'll wait outside—”
I stood up from the bed, letting the blanket fall from my body.
Henry turned the other way, pinching the bridge of his nose with a look of amusement on his face.
“You were saying…” I trailed off, walking towards him.
His eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Nothing.”
“Quite strange…” I drawled, taking the dress from him but not before brushing my fingers against his in a teasing manner.
His restraint finally snapped as his gaze lowered down, stopping at my breasts.
His tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip.
“You sure you don't wanna f**k me now?” I asked, trailing a finger from his neck down to his chest—
His hand shot out, catching my wrist.
“Get dressed.”
Then he released my hand and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I smirked, staring at my latest challenge with mild triumph.
“Just a little more, Henry…”
******
Fifteen minutes later, we strolled into the supermarket.
“What are we getting?” I asked.
Henry shrugged. “Don't know… anything. I mean it's a Sunday—maybe we could get some ice cream.”
“Hmm… maybe we could buy a Ouija board.”
Henry glanced at me in confusion.
“Why that?”
“Don't know…” I replied, with a shrug of my own. “I feel like doing something evil.”
He rolled his eyes. “Just get whatever you want, Rosie—”
“Henry?”
A voice called, and we both turned around.
Walking towards us, clad in a top two sizes too small for her and her boobs hanging out, in jean shorts that showed more than it was supposed to and a face layered in make-up that seemed determined to shave years off her age.
I scowled.
She held a grocery basket in hand, with a seductive smile plastered on her face.
My gaze trailed down her long, smooth legs and my scowl deepened at the high heels she wore.
For f**k's sake, it's a f*****g grocery store, not a hook-up stand.
“Do my eyes deceive me…” she said, as soon as she stopped in front of us. “Henry Gareth?”
Henry turned toward her fully, with a smile. “Belinda White.”
“Ohh my God.” Belinda gasped, with a hand on her chest. “I can't believe you still remember me.”
My fingers tightened into fists, and I felt this anger burning inside of me.
Why exactly did I feel that way?
Well… I suddenly sensed a desperate hoe and, for some reason, she had her sights fixed on Henry…
My Henry.
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