Cruel

Chapter 9

Sutton

"Caleb, can I come in?" It's 6:00 am with daylight beginning to peek through the windows. Caleb is up preparing himself for the day not expecting my visit to his bedroom so early in the morning.

"Yes. What do you need Sutton?" Impassively his baritone voice bellows through the hollow bedroom door.

I expect to find him up and about when I turn the knob, stepping in, getting ready for his workday, but instead he's still in bed. Upright, he's propped against the headboard leafing through his tablet. Caleb's luscious bare chest is on exhibit for my wanting eyes to witness with a blanket to his waist, his umber hair is a disheveled mess with signs of sleep still sitting beneath his eyes. I've never seen him look so natural as he does this moment. He looks endearingly handsome when he's just awoken. He looks like a man who holds compassion.

Seeing him like this makes me more attracted to him. It makes me want to actually get to know him, believe that he can be saved from himself, but I know I'll have to work real hard for that to ever happen. I'll have to go the extra mile like I'm about to do now.

"I thought you might like your breakfast brought up to you." I stride closer, dressed in an ivory satin nighty with no undergarments underneath and a tray of food in my hands. My first real attempt at trying to break the unbreakable barrier Caleb has built for himself that he uses to separate him from his humanity.

"Why?" Puzzled, Caleb sits down his tablet on the nightstand, looking at me with a small nod of confusion.

"Why not? You didn't ask for it but you did tell me to improve my cooking for you, so I decided to make you breakfast this morning. It's my own skillet creation. It's also my way of saying thank you for everything you've done for me so far and for giving me this job. You've been more than generous when it comes to my salary along with the extra perks that have been thrown into the mix. " I slightly curve my lips up into a closed smile with my tone coming out lighthearted, sitting the tray on his rolling desk, bringing it to the bed next to him.

"And why would you think I would want this?" Mumbling, the cynical asshole in him speaks.

"If you don't want it then don't f*****g eat it!" I snap back with an attitude. His snide remarks along with his negativity has finally taken me to a breaking point. This wasn't just me trying to win him over, this was me being me. I meant it when I told him this was a thank you, but the man can't even appreciate a kind gesture. I fling my body around, heading towards the door with my hair whipping in the air in defiance, marching away.

"Sutton, get back here!" Caleb barks in aggravation.

I swing myself back around until I'm standing right before him, "What?!" I throw down my arms by my sides clenching my fists, practically biting off his head with my response. I'm angry, enraged, huffing and puffing, gritting my teeth in an attempt to not say anything else that might get me fired if I'm not already.

Caleb tosses his blanket from his lap, pushes the table with the food off to the side, flying out of the bed. Roughly his fingers latch onto my waist, bringing me against his solid force. His hands start skimming all of my body in an unwavering craze as he takes my lips, kissing me, poisoning me with his delicious taste. My hands follow the same frantic frenzy, my throat swallows his grunts and moans.

It all happens so fast. One second we were fighting, the next second we've turned into wild animals ravaging one another.

"Thank you," he growls into my mouth as his hand travels to my s*x, his fingers rub nimbly between my fold. I can feel my temperature rising as my body heats up in complete disarray.

"Please, I need you to keep going Caleb," I beg in a panting moan, wanting him to dip his fingers inside my beating confines, curving them upwards, thrusting against my spot. I want him to f**k me with them, then I want him to f**k me with his c**k.

"You're so freaking sexy and hot. I don't know how to control myself when I'm around you," he says with short jarring breaths.

I work my hands around his chest, his tense muscles pulsing onto the tips of my fingers. I think he's about to dive into me, f**k me with his digits, but instead he draws back. Looking at me with heavy eyes, he steps away, putting up a hand gesturing for us to stop, "I'm sorry, I can't do this with you right now. I need you to go. We can talk later today. I have more work for you we need to discuss."

Caleb excuses himself, heading towards his bathroom. I facepalm left in a sexually frustrated state of confusion. Instead of leaving, I do something unexpected that will probably only get me into trouble, but I don't care because I don't understand why he's done what he's just done, why he's run away from me like I'm some kind of infectious disease or virus. I want and need answers.

I follow behind Caleb and confront him. "Did I do something wrong?"

We're halfway across the room a foot away from the bathroom with his back to me. I've caught him off guard. He wasn't expecting me to still be there. He stops abruptly, his body giving a little jerk from being startled. Turning around, Caleb face's me, clenching his teeth, breathing heavily with his forehead crinkling in displeasure.

"Didn't I tell you we were done and to go, that I would speak with you later?" He exhales, bringing both his hands to his head, tugging at his hair, mad and flustered by my actions.

I'm about to answer but he begins to lose his balance and I notice a small bead of sweat drip down from his scalp.

"You don't look too good Caleb. I think you should get back into bed." His face has turned flush, he seems weak like he could faint.

"I'm fine. I'll call for you....." His sentence is cut short as he grabs onto my shoulder for support with his body becoming wobbly, losing his balance once more, catching himself on me before he falls.

I reach out and take hold of his waist, bringing my other hand to his forehead. He's burning up. "You've got a fever. You're going back to bed..Now." I tell him insistently, guiding him back towards his king-sized mattress, keeping my arm wrapped around him while he uses my body as a crutch.

Caleb doesn't argue this time, he returns to his bed, letting me assist in laying him down.

"You're sick with a temperature, you're not leaving this bed today. I'm going to go get you some medicine and I'll be back to take care of you." I pull up his covers, tucking him in as his eyelids start to fall heavy.

"You don't need to do all that. I'll take a nap and then I'll be alright." He yawns, closing his eyes completely, rolling over to his side dozing off. For the first time ever since I've been in his presence, he speaks in a gentle tone, there's no aggression behind it. The sound is beautiful, it's a sound I want to hear more often. Caleb's vulnerable when he's sick, proving that he actually does have a soul.

I let him fall asleep having him believe I won't return, but I meant what I said. Even if I can't stand him unless he's balls deep inside of me, even if he was just trying to kick me out a minute ago when I was only trying to do something nice, it doesn't change the fact that I'm sympathetic, caring. I can't stand by and do nothing when someone needs my help, yet is too stubborn to admit it. I'll give him a few hours to rest, then I'll be back whether he likes it or not.