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💫ANGEL💫

❗️WARNING: Explicit ❗️

"How are you doing after the whole shooting thing?" Loki interrupted my thoughts, catching me off guard.

"I'm coping." I admitted, waving the blunt in the air.

"No alcohol, right?"

"Nope. Just weed."

"I'm proud of you. Alcohol is not something that fits you. You turn into a complete douchebag."

We both laughed, thinking back on the idiotic scenes I made at his party, drunk, full of rage, and out for blood. Or the chaos that broke out at Hanigan's bonfire when I beat the shit out of Roman. I was a lucky bastard to even be forgiven for the shit I pulled, making a bet on torturing Giselle and her stupid boyfriend, doping myself up on pills and liquor for hours, violating any woman that came near me. Pounding some douchebag for making a move on a girl that wasn't even mine. I went back to the old me for just one night and I regretted almost every second. Almost.

"It's midnight and I just want to fuck." Why I admitted this to Loki, I'll never truly know, but I did, and it was too late to take it back.

"Still thinking about going to crash Giselle's Thanksgiving?"

"Hell yeah. If only we got flights." I sighed.

"Come on dude! You think I have multiple black cards and no access to a PJ?"

"PJ?"

"My dad has three private Jets. Pack your shit. Lets go."

"Loki, my shit's packed already."

We both jumped up, grabbed our things, and Loki called a car. Within an hour we were at the airport, waiting on the pilot. I was in disbelief at the way he made things happen so fast. It made me curious to know about his parents and what the hell they did for a living to have people waiting at their beck and call.

Four hours and fifteen minutes later, we were landing in California with a car already waiting for us. Loki and I had both indulged in a little bit too much champagne, and I knew right away I would regret it. The world swayed with my mood, leaning left towards my hate, right towards my love, backwards against my fears, and forward amongst my desires. I was all over the place, putting on a façade of calmness. Deep down inside, I was a mess.

"Okay, so what now?" I sighed, not knowing my next move.

"I'll get dropped off at the hotel. You should pop up at Giselle's and Romeo your way up to her room." He stopped to laugh. "Be sure to fuck the shit out of her and send my condolences for her bitch ass boyfriend's feelings."

We both laughed a drunken, heightened laugh. Once Loki was dropped off, I called Gisselle. It took a good three tries to wake her up. Her pretty little slightly swollen face greeted me with a forced grin.

"God, you look terrible." I joked.

"Oh my God, Angel. What the hell?" She laughed, trying to wipe some of the sleep from her face.

"We didn't get to have our late-night talk tonight and I wasn't feeling that." I confessed.

"So, you call me at four in the morning?"

"I'm horny, baby." That got her attention. I watched her eyes open a little more, trying to get a good look at me.

"Where are you? Why is it so dark?"

"I want you so bad." I whispered, hoping I didn't make the driver feel uncomfortable. She'd already survived some of the worst conversations between me and Loki, the last thing I wanted was to let her hear me initiating an attempt at phone sex. I looked at her through the rearview mirror and our eyes met. She looked away quickly.

"Why are you so aroused? How was Hanigan's?" Giselle was so good at evading shit she didn't want to talk about.

"What are you wearing? Put the phone down and give me a quick view.

"I'm—" She stopped, giving in to my antics. I watched her prop the phone up and move back so I could get a glimpse of her pink lace nighty, beautiful bare skin, and sexy blonde hair.

"Fuck. You're so sexy." I ran my hand into my pants, touching myself.

"Are you—" She smiled, coming closer to the phone. "Are you turned on?" I watched as she lay on her back, rubbing her hands up and down her milky skin. That got me even hotter. I could tell she was ready to play my little game.

"Want me to touch it for you?" Her pink lips moved in slow motion as I stroked myself.

"Fuck." I hissed, closing my eyes briefly to try to regain control.

Finally, the driver cleared her throat. When I looked up at her in the rearview, I sensed a hint of arousal from her. Lust filed her eyes as she stared into mine. I continued to stroke myself as I licked my lips and refused to break eye contact.

"Don't cum, Angel." I heard Giselle's sweet voice beg from the phone. I looked back down at her, stopping myself.

"I'm not. Hold on." I muted my phone and fixed my clothes before speaking out to the driver. "How much longer?" I asked her, unable to contain myself.

"We're here." Her voice came out strained. I would've laughed, but I didn't want to make her even more uncomfortable.

"Good. Kill the lights."

I turned my attention back to Giselle, taking my phone off mute and trying to quickly think of a way to get her to tell me where her room was. She was still staring into her phone, trying to figure out where I was, probably. Luckily, it was too dark out.

"Let's play a game." I whispered.

"Okay. I watched her sit up a little."

"Role play."

She giggled at my idea. I loved her innocence.

"I'm standing outside your house, while you lay in bed half naked the way you are. You tell me you miss me, and you need me. Say it."

"Angel, baby—"

"Daddy. Say daddy." I grinned, locking eyes, once again, with my driver.

"Angel, daddy." Her face lit up from hearing herself call out to me that way. "I miss you. I need you. Come to me." She whined the last couple of words, making me jump in my pants.

I gave the driver a tip, mouthing "you can go" and "thank you" before exiting the car. Then I quickly turned my attention back on Giselle, placing my finger over my camera so she couldn't see me or my surroundings.

"I'm standing outside your house. How do I get to your room?" How I thought of this grand plan? I have no idea, but it was working.

"Walk around to the side of the house. The right side. There is a gate but be careful because it squeaks when you first open it. Don't want to wake my parents."

I followed every instruction, even muting my phone when I got to the gate, just in case. Once I was through the gate, I left the door open.

"And then what?"

"And then it gets easy. First balcony, pink chairs, feather chandelier. There are white stairs that lead to the top. All you have to do is climb up and the door is open." She smiled.

"While I'm on the way, take off your panties." Little did she know, I was already at the top of the stairs, hiding behind a thick pink curtain that separated the softness of her room from the harsh night's fog.

"Angel."

I didn't answer. I listened to her sigh and then watched her do as she was told. I knew she hated that quality of her personality, but I loved it. I felt it could come in handy if it was appreciated correctly. I wouldn't use it to control her or to make her feel like a child. I would use it to show her how a woman was supposed to feel. I would use it to show her the truth behind playing her role while I play mine. Giselle was going to be my girl one day. I knew it. I just had to make shit happen the right way.

"Put your fingers in your mouth." I whispered, praying she didn't realize I was only a few feet away. "Now touch yourself."

She didn't debate or put up a fight. She did exactly that, circling around her clit and letting out a sigh of relief. My heart's pace picked up like the end of a race, with the finish line in sight. Listening to the echoes of her pants and watching her body grind into her sheets as she pleased herself, I became desperate to be the one giving her those feelings.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

"No. You, daddy." I grinned.

"I'm thinking about you, daddy." Another breathy whine escaped her lips.

"What about me?"

"I'm thinking about running my fingers through your messy hair. Biting on those perfect lips." She winced a bit, clenching the sheets. "I'm thinking about you pressing hard inside of me, making sure to tear me apart from wall—" She took in a deep breath. "—to wall." Then a moan. "Ooh, Angel, please." Her eyes were squeezed shut and I knew that was my queue to come out of hiding.

"Please, what?"

"Come fuck me, daddy." Her voice came out shaky, weak. She was begging for me. Pleading to feel me inside of her. I had her exactly where I wanted her.

I tiptoed to where her body lay tense and eager, sliding off my shoes before reaching her. Then, I gently climbed on top of her and whispered, "I'll be more than happy to fuck you, baby". Giselle jumped, startled by my presence. I smiled from ear to ear as she tried to figure out if this was her reality or if her imagination was running her crazy.

She gasped loudly.

"Angel?



***Author's Words****


Giselle and Angel need a Ship Name. What can we call them?


-Angelle?

-Gisangel?

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