Page 10 of The Best Bad Boy


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My skin started to prune when I pulled myself off the floor and shut the water down. I stood, staring at my naked body in the mirror. I was pretty, I thought. Not stunning like a supermodel, but pretty. My body was athletic and firm, a trait I contributed to running track and field in my younger years and continuing to train as an adult. My face was tanned and cute, and a few summer freckles lined my nose. What did I have to offer someone like Warwick, though? Did he stop me last night because we were drinking or because he wasn’t interested in me like that? I wasn’t sure and I wasn’t even sure I’d know what to do with him if he did want to be with me.

Warwick knocked on the door, causing me to start. I quickly pulled the robe around me and opened it.

“Hey, sorry—Maria and Kevin are going to be late. The police had a couple of other questions for him about yesterday. I was thinking I’d go into town myself and grab groceries. Do you want anything special?” Warwick’s eyes met mine and I registered how exhausted he looked.

“Don’t you have another security guy or something that you can send?” I asked. “You look so tired. Also, is everything okay with Kevin?”

Warwick nodded. He contemplated before adding anything. “Yes, he’s fine. It’s all okay. I guess I could send Lionel for groceries. Or Sam,” he paused.

“How many guards do you have? Am I allowed to ask?”

“In total, I’ve got 10 to 15 security personnel employed on any given day. Some of them are casual but most are full-time.” Warwick said. My eyes widened. “You can never have too many when you come from the family I come from.”

“I guess, yeah. I mean, we have a lot too,” I said. “But not that many. Makes being from the Garbani family seem like nothing,” I finished and laughed.

“Yeah, well I went straight. I was nervous about Pauly and Alex coming after me for it,” Warwick said. “I’ll send Sam to the store.” Warwick looked like he wanted to say more but he refrained.

What was he thinking.

I immediately felt the shame of putting him in danger all over again. If I’d just had the courage to marry Alex, none of this would be happening. I choked back a sob and looked at the plush beige carpet on the floor.

Warwick gently lifted my chin with his two fingers. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body. “What’s going on?” he asked gently.

I opened my mouth to respond but all that came out was a pent-up sob. Warwick’s eyes softened and he wrapped his brawny arms around me. His embrace was all it took for the sobs to come out in full force.

Stop crying, I commanded myself, but once the first one erupted from me there was nothing I could do. I felt as if they were being ejected from me violently and I closed my eyes in dismay against Warwick’s broad chest. Warwick led me backward into the room and gently forced me to sit on the bed. I buried my head in him and cried as if my entire life had just been turned upside down. How would I ever get through this? What would I do once Warwick was done fixing everything, and he left? What if he couldn’t fix it all? It wasn’t even his responsibility to do it. He was an innocent bystander in it all. The fact that I was rapidly falling for him didn’t help.

I’m not his responsibility.That thought only made me cry harder. Warwick cradled me in his arms and let me bawl for what felt like a lifetime. When the outbreak finally slowed to hiccups and sobs, he loosened his arms slightly.

“I’m sorry,” I moaned. “It’s just so much, you know? It feels like my whole life is over. Not like I had much of one before, but…” I trailed off.

Warwick stroked my hair, and my misery turned to something else. Arousal? I felt my insides tingle and ache for something they had never had, Warwick.

His fingers glided over my head and down my back as every inch of my skin woke up to his tender touch. I shuddered softly, not from the sobs as he thought but from the new feeling that was emerging. I wanted him on me, naked, his taught skin slipping against mine as he entered me. My pussy tingled with so much intensity it almost hurt. I needed him to caress and want me as badly as I wanted him. I felt powerless as the carnal feelings crashed over me like a wave. Did he feel any of the same things I was feeling? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to find out.

Chapter Five

Warwick

HoldingSarahwasoneof the toughest things I’d ever done. I wanted her badly. My cock twitched and ached in my shorts as she wriggled against me for comfort, still wearing only a robe. What would it feel like to caress her pale, large breasts? I wanted to feel her, to run my hands down her slowly, getting to know every crevice of her perfect body. I imagined parting her legs as my fingers slid into her wetness. I averted my eyes when her robe peeked open as she hugged me, but the image of the smooth skin between her thighs was etched into my brain forever. My cock rose, even as I willed it down in my head. I shifted slightly away from her, embarrassed at my arousal. She was off limits to me, I reminded myself again. Sarah was too young and mixed up in the world I had so desperately run away from. I didn’t blame her for it. No one could help the family they came from, but I knew that life wasn’t for me. Would someone like her even be able to function without it when she was raised with nothing but gangsters and crime? I had no idea. I was fortunate enough to remember my real father, which made the hold Pauly put on the rest of my family seem like nothing to me.

Sarah looked up at me, her eyes pleading as she waited for me to respond to something I hadn’t heard.

“Sorry?” I said, trying to ignore my cock as it pulsed in my shorts. It felt as if the whole world could see and hear it begging for her affection. “I didn’t hear that,” I finished.

“I just asked if you wanted me to make food for us?” Sarah said again.

What I really wanted was Sarah. My stomach knotted as I forced the thoughts away.

“After I work out,” I said hurriedly. Sarah nodded and glanced down. I willed her not to see the tent in my shorts. Her eyes remained fixed on what I hoped was the bed.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll make something after. By then, Kevin should be back, yes? And there’ll be some fresh fruit and vegetables as well?”

I nodded mutely and then hastily got up. I left the room with my hands in front of my still half-erect cock as I wished for it to go down. My mistake was that I stole a side glance at Sarah as I closed the door and was rewarded with a full view of her luscious thighs and her wet cleft in the middle. She hastily pulled the robe shut, and I slammed the door in a panic.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I strode with purpose to the small gym that looked out onto the water. Maybe a good, energetic workout would set me right and eliminate the carnal feelings. I’d never felt so much connection with anyone, much less a woman I had yet to sleep with. It was part of the reason I remained single. I’d had plenty of girlfriends and encounters, but a lot of them left me feeling empty inside. The one thing I’d learned after making my fortune was that it was nearly impossible to tell who was with you for you and who was there only for the money. I suspected most of the women I met wanted one thing. Money. It was probably a good thing I’d never felt connected to them like I did to Sarah, or I’d be foolishly giving away my fortune at every chance I got. It felt like Sarah was different, though. Our connection seemed genuine and organic, and we’d never even kissed.

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