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“Giggs, you’re shameless,” I whisper, not daring to glance at him out of fear I’ll start ogling and won’t be able to look away. He turns on the water, chuckling and I release my grip on the sink when he rasps,
“Get over here and I’ll show you real shamelessness.” He lets out a groan, a sexual one and my lids flutter, warmth spreading throughout my limbs and I’m about to consider joining him when my phone rings. “Fuck, don’t answer that.”
“I have to. It could be i...important,” I stutter, walking out into the living room where I left my phone.
“Who is it?” Giggs calls and I look at the display, before sitting down on the couch.
“A friend from college.”
“Boy or girl?” he growls and I can feel his stingy energy all the way to here and I roll my eyes.
“Calm down you big beast.” His growling increases so I quickly add, “And it’s a girl.” Answering, Lora’s voice hysterically assaults my ears and I squirm.
“Porsha you okay? Did you watch the news? Turn on the news right now...”
“Actually I was just planning on making some dinner...”
“Do it or I’m coming over and doing it for you.”
Groaning inwardly, I turn on the TV and there’s Giggs’s face again and my stomach turns at the way the cops are talking about him. How he’s dangerous and how they’re going to do everything they can to catch him. I shudder, grabbing a pillow and I hug it.
“Did you see that he’s from Angola? Isn’t that the prison where you have your internship?”
“Aha.”
“You must be a wreck. Listen, I’m thinking I should tell my dad’s security guards to go over and take a look at your place just in case that psycho is creeping around.”
I freeze. “Lora, don’t do that,” I croak. “You don’t have to worry about me. I got everything covered and it’s more likely he’s on his way out of the state. There’s no reason he’d be sneaking around here...”
“But what if he remembers you? What if he saw your face and wants to seek you out...?”
“You’ve watched too many movies,” I mutter, biting my lip because even though I’ve never been good with dishonesty, it’s necessary for this situation.
“Right...be boring then. Just call me if you see or hear anything,” she mutters before adding with a snigger, “isn’t it annoying how criminals are always hot as fuck? If he weren’t a crook I’d be running all over town and putting up signs for where he can find me.”
“Okay, gotta go now,” I murmur, softly hanging up and my eyes go to the TV. New information has come out. They’re talking about the inmate and the prison guard Giggs beat up just a couple of days ago, they give details on how he did it and that lump in my throat grows. And suddenly everything he’s done for me becomes so real. The trouble he’s gotten himself into, the selflessness of him, all those sacrifices...
With Giggs there’s never any need to watch my back. He does it for me, always in my corner, always on the lookout for me. It does something to me to be so nourished by a man, makes warmth grow in my chest until my skin heats and turns sultry. I drag a breath, arching on the couch and in the distance I hear the water running. Closing my eyes, I pant when I’m struck by an image of Giggs and I so tightly wrapped around each other that we practically create the symbol of infinity. No beginning and no end, just a man and a girl willing to do everything to be together.
He shows up every single time, never fails me, never disappoints and I regret it took me two years until I began writing to him. But thing is I was scared, worried he was angry at me for landing him in prison, thought that maybe he didn’t think I was worth it.
Now I can’t even believe the thought crossed my mind, but I blame it on me being too young. Glancing at the screen again, I grimace at the way they’re talking about him.Monster. Felon. Bad guy.If only they knew what I know, they’d eat up their words and I angrily mute the sound, breathing harshly and I’m pretty worked up.
I jolt when I feel someone come up behind me and hands land on my shoulders and I bend my neck, looking into Giggs’s eyes. His hair is wet, his black shirt unbuttoned and he smells like the sheets in my bed and this is the man they callmonster. He strokes my face, his eyes zoning in on me.
“You seem upset,” he rasps and I lightly shrug.
“Just don’t like the way they’re talking about you. I think it’s...offensive.” He chuckles and I turn flaming hot when he slides his hand from my face down my throat. My whole body’s already throbbing and he’s barely even touching me.
“It’s sexy when you show me you care,” he rasps, “gets me hard knowing I’m on your mind...” He flips open the top two buttons of my dress with surprising finesses, before whispering in my ear, “I spilled on your tiles while you were on the phone. Twice, baby.” He skims my ear with his lips. “Twice.”
Gasping, I shiver, a whimpering moan exhaling my mouth and my hips rotate, my sensual drives craving the attention when...
There’s a knock on the door.
8.
Porsha
