Saved by a Dark Billionaire

Ch. 8 Don't Kill US

Davis' P.O.V.

She stepped out of her room with a towel wrapped around her head. She was a picture of beauty with her cheeks flushed from the way she pleasured herself in the shower. The temptation to enter the bathroom and help her finish was absolute torture. I knew just being inside her apartment without her knowledge was already over stepping. She'd probably yell rape if I entered her bathroom.

"I told you I'd come find you if you skipped your work out today," I reminded her as her blue eyes gazed at me in utter shock.

She swallowed, shaking her head as if trying to shake the surprise from her body. When she opened her eyes again she seemed upset.

Shit, I overstepped.

"Did you hear me?" She asked, referring to her escapades in the shower.

"Did I hear you what, Lisa?" I asked, feigning innocence that she was not buying.

"You know exactly what?!" She gritted.

She's hot when she's mad.

"I may have," I admitted, making her pale cheeks flush pink with color.

"You weren't supposed to hear that," she muttered in embarrassment.

"Don't leave the door unlocked next time."

I was still mad at her for that. Her door should never be unlocked, especially not in a city like this. I was going to barge in and scare her enough to make sure she never forgets to lock the door again, but instead I walked in to hear her pleasurable moans. Now I'm stuck sitting here for a minute trying to get myself to stop being so damn hard for her.

"That asshole," she murmured.

"Who?" I asked, worried that Branden had come to bother her again.

"Don't worry about it, just know I never leave my door unlocked. I had a guest and asked them to see themselves out. I guess they didn't think to lock my door as they left."

She was highly upset as she explained herself. I think she was pissed at whoever her guest was, but it seemed like she was mad at them for more than just that. I leaned forward, watching her carefully as she stared at the door like she could shoot a laser at whoever her guest was.

"I suggest you make sure the door is locked before you shower next time, Lisa. You don't know what kind of pervert can creep into your apartment," I warned her, worried for her safety.

"Yeah, no kidding. I just didn’t think he lacked the common sense to not lock my door behind him."

She shook her head like she was greatly disappointed in whoever this person was. She then turned to look at me, meeting my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes stared at me with a softness, losing its angry edge with every passing second.

"I'm sorry I forgot about my workout." She hung her head in remorse.

"Don't be sorry, let's go sugar plumb. You're still doing it."

"Sugar plumb? And this late?" She complained.

"Yes and yes. You can take your problems up with management if you don't like it."

"And who exactly is management?" She arched her brow.

"Me, of course." I gave her a playful smirk, being my stupid self.

"Hilarious," she made a face, showing she didn't find it amusing.

"Come one, you're coming to my place to work out since the gym is closed now." I threw her, her jacket that hung by the door. It had gotten cool once the sun had set today.

She seemed to want to argue more, but she could see I wouldn't take it. Her head bowed in defeat as she put her jacket on and followed me out, locking the door behind us.

Good girl.

I led her to my bike, handing her my helmet. She took it, jumping on the front seat. She looked hot as hell on my bike, even in her adorable pajamas. Although I don't know what she thinks she's doing in the front. Can she drive a motorcycle?

"What are you doing, Lisa?" I asked her, as I slid my helmet on next, pulling the shield up so she could still see my eyes.

"Let me drive? It's been a while since I've handled a beauty like this," she said, rubbing her hand over my bike like it was the most beautiful piece of machinery she'd seen. It made my d**k twitch seeing her touch my bike like that.

"Don't kill us," I said, tossing her the keys. Her face lit up as she squealed in excitement.

"Navigate me," she yelled back to me as the bike came to life beneath her. I sat behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling myself close to her. Her back resting against my chest with her ass deep in my crotch.

Fuck me, that ass.

I told her which way to go as she sped us through the streets. She knew how to handle my bike well. I loved that she knew how to do that. We reached my house quickly as I didn't live too far from the city. She parked the bike in my garage, getting down and taking the helmet off. Her hair cascaded around her beautifully. She hung the helmet off the handle bar of the bike as she turned to look around. I guess she was curious as she scanned my garage. She looked at my other bikes mainly.

"This one is my favorite," she pointed to the midnight blue bike I had painted to look like a deep blue galaxy swirled with deep purple and gold sprinkled with stars. It was my favorite too, not just because of the way it looks.

"Is it because of the paint?"

"I mean it adds to it, but no, I love Triumph motorcycles. The torquey inline-three engines they put on their bikes are amazing. Plus the Trident 660 is fun to handle on the streets. I like this skinnier model because of it," she explained as she continued to inspect my bike. "The paint job is really beautifully done. I can tell they took off the pieces to paint each part individually. Great workmanship."

The way he spoke about my bike had me getting hard again. This woman was really surprising me, and pulling me deeper into this desire I'm growing for her. I haven't felt this way in so long, that it was actually frightening.

"She's my favorite too," I admit to her, causing her to look up at me and give me a smirk. "Now, stop stalling and follow me."

I led her inside, down to the basement where I kept the workout equipment. I put her to work right away and I didn't relent. She wants to learn to fight, and I have no trouble teaching her. She just needs more muscles before she can actually throw a decent punch. I'll give her a couple of months of this before we add on punches or kicks.

"Ah!" She yelled, grabbing her leg with a wince.

I raced to her side, moving he hands so I could see. She was suffering form a charlie horse. I pulled her leg out, pushing her toes towards her as I massaged her calf. Her eyes bore into mine as I continued to rub her. I knew the charlie horse had passed now, but I didn't stop, and she didn't stop me either.

"Thank you," she whispered. She held something back though. I could hear it in her tone and see it in her eyes. Those haunting blue eyes that stick with me even when she's gone.

"Anytime, how about we call it night? I think you've done enough." I stood holding my hand out to her.

She nodded as she took my hand and I helped her up. She kept her hand in mine a moment longer as we just stared at each other. I am not sure why my body took a step towards her, placing me in her personal space.

"Let me crack here? I am ready to crash," she sighed, leaning into me more.

"Sure, you can stay in the guest room by Izzy's old room."

"Thank you," she pulled up on her tippy toes and kissed my cheek before she turned around and headed up the stairs.

She turned waiting for me to follow. I was stunned for a moment, but eventually snapped out of it. I showed her to the room, giving her some water for the night. I walked towards my room down the hall, closing the door. I know I won't get much sleep knowing she's just a few rooms down from me.

I must have fallen asleep as I was jarred awake by a loud yell. I shot up trying to figure out what the screaming was when I remembered Lisa is here.