A few seconds later I was breathless and panting, my body still tingled from that euphoric state I was in. I swallowed and my head seemed fuzzy for a moment, all that was just from his mouth and fingers, I could feel the excitement in my stomach and between my legs when I imagined what he would do to me when we went all the way.

Mitchell moved upwards and I didn't even realize when he lay beside me, propping himself on his elbow, his lips glistened with the evidence of what he just put me through. He leaned over and pressed his lips, gently over mine, making me taste myself.

He pulled away and brushed the strands of the now damp hair away from my face, he didn't say anything but just gazed into my eyes for a long moment. He trailed his finger over the bridge of my nose, down to my lips, my chin, and then over my neck.

He stopped and rested his hand over my one breast, his eyes not once leaving mine, "I hope you're not exhausted already?" He whispered, "Because I am far from done with you."

I smirked and wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him further towards me, "You better not be."

Without giving me a moment to compose myself, he crashed his lips against mine while his hands started roaming my body once more. My hands reached for his belt and with a bit of a struggle, I undid the buckle before opening the button of his pants and slowly pulling the zipper down.

I could feel his excitement, restrained against me and while his lips worked their magic over mine, I thought it was time I paid him back for his teasing. I rubbed down on him gently and then with more force, earning a low groan from him.

When I grasped his hard member, he mistakenly bit my lips and pulled away, leaving me a state of giggles. He looked down at me in amusement and I smirked, "Tit for tat."

He raised a brow, "You really want to play that game right now," He responded, and his finger pinched my nipple, making me yelp, "When you are at my mercy?"

I lifted myself off the bed and rubbed myself against him, painfully slow, he shut his eyes and clenched his jaw before looking down at me with a darkened gaze.

I widened my smirk, "So are you,"

He grinned and slowly nodded, "Then let's play," He mumbled before kissing me much harsher than before, nibbling and grazing his teeth over my lips.

Mitchell grabbed my leg and wrapped it around him, grinding himself against me while roughly kissing me, his tongue stroking over mine. He pulled away from lips to allow us to breathe but he didn't stop a second because his lips were on my neck, sucking and nibbling my skin. My eyes rolled to the back of my head because of the sensations but in my pleasure state, I heard a ring.

It sounded like a telephone and it was loud, which meant it was in the bedroom, I frowned thinking someone must've really wanted to get hold of Mitchell if first, his cell phone rang and now what appeared to be the landline.

Mitchell didn't hear or didn't care because he didn't stop, he carried on but ever since I missed Abuela's call when my mom was admitted in hospital, I was a little paranoid.

"Mitch," I breathed.

"Patience, baby," He said between kisses over my collarbone.

"No," I said more firmly, "Can't you hear the phone ring?"

Mitchell paused and pulled away, he looked at me in annoyance, but his lust-filled eyes and swollen lips told me it would be easy to appease him.

He rolled his eyes and between pants he muttered, "It's not a phone, it's the security intercom from outside and just like my cell, I don't give a fuck," He lowered himself over me once more, his chest hair tickling my tender breasts, he placed a long, hard peck on my lips, "I am busy," He pulled away and looked directly into my eyes, adding, "And if you keep on interrupting me, I'm going to be forced to gag you."

I smirked in amusement and a little excitement, who knew what kind of kinks he had, and thinking about it riled me up.

"Kinky," I bit my lower lip, "I like it."

Mitchell grinned and looked down at my lip between my teeth, he brought his hand to my lips and after caressing it with the pad of his thumb, he released them.

"I'm the only one allowed to bite that lip tonight," He huskily stated.

"And if I disobey?" I challenged.

His hands began exploring my body, from the dip of my neck to my breasts where he teasingly lingered longer, over my belly, my hips, and then down to the place which craved him most. He simply brushed his fingers over, in a featherlike motion, making me push myself into them but with his other hand he stopped me, pushing me flat down.

He slowly shook his head, "I will tease you until you're begging and even then, I still won't give in."

I knew Mitchell was a bit of an alpha male but seeing this domineering side of him in the bedroom, turned me on in a way no one had before.

"I could do the same," I muttered, running my hands down his back, slowly to the waistline of his pants.

He gulped and stared at me for a moment when my hands reached over the very hard evidence of how turned on he was, I could see how much he was trying to restrain himself.

After a sharp intake of breath, he reached for both my hands and swiftly pinned them above my head, the action was so fast that a gasp escaped my lips. Mitchell took a moment and checked out my very exposed body and his eyes darkened a shade, he swallowed, and his breathing picked up.

His eyes met mine once more and he said, "It seems I'm going to have to tie your hands too."

My eyebrows shot up in amusement, I used to tease him about being kinky, but I had no idea that it was true, I mean he first spoke about gagging me and now tying my hands.

I pouted, "But it's our first time," I wriggled my hands, trying to get out of his hold but he held them tighter, "Let me touch you."

My tone came out a lot softer and sincere than I anticipated and that was probably because I wanted to touch him, to feel his skin over mine, I wanted to run my hands through his hair, down his back, and feel as much of him as possible.

Mitchell's gaze softened, he stared at me for a long moment before his hold loosened and he smashed his lips on mine, his one hand was still in mine, he intertwined our fingers above me, while the other hand ran down my body, touching and caressing my skin. I used my free hand to do the same, while our tongues danced together.

I tugged at the waistband of his pants, telling him to get rid of it. It took him a moment to understand and when he did, he let go of my hand and reached for the pants, I assisted as he pushed them off gradually.

His pants were almost off when I heard the doorbell ring, I thought I was hearing things, but I heard it again.

"Mitch, did you hea–" I began but he abruptly cut me off.

"Don't," He warned, "I heard nothing, whoever it is can leave."

His tone was authoritative, and I felt the same way, I didn't want to be interrupted but first his cell phone rang, then the security intercom and now someone was knocking, for all we knew, something could be wrong.

"Trust me when I say, I do not want you to stop," I said to him, "But it might be important, maybe go check it out and if it's nothing, we can pick up exactly where we left off."

Mitchell sighed and looked irritated, "Mila,"

"It could be your parents for all we know," I explained, "If I've learned anything recently, it's to never ignore things like a persistent call."

Mitchell's annoyed expressions softened, and he looked a lot more like the person I knew and... and loved – understanding and caring.

I cupped his cheek and lifted myself off the bed, I pressed a long peck over his plump lips before saying, "I'll be here waiting for you."

He nodded and after kissing me one more time, he pulled away saying, "I'll be right back."

He pulled up his pants and I couldn't help but notice the very prominent bulge still present, I cleared my throat and watched in amusement as he tied his belt in place.

"What?" He questioned.

I pointed to his crotch, "Pitching a tent in there, ranger?"

He looked at me in dismay and grabbed the t-shirt he initially brought for me; I admired the way his lean muscles flexed when he pulled the shirt over his head.

"You might want to do something about that before you open the door," I mused.

He shook his head, "No, whoever is there should understand and fuck off."

My eyes widened at his language, he seemed pissed off and I didn't blame him, at least I got some satisfaction while his poor little guy was still craving it.

"Fine," I put up my hands in defense, "But if it's your parents..."

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at me once more, "Looking at you like that, isn't helping my situation."

A blush crept onto my face, I realized I was sitting naked in front of him and with so much ease, but when his eyes ran over my body, I felt incredibly shy once more.

He noticed because a small chuckle escaped, "Don't worry, I got this."

He turned around and the doorbell rang once more, Mitchell cursed under his breath before leaving the room, but I didn't miss him adjusting himself through his pants, which made me laugh.

While Mitchell was away, I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, after what we did, I needed that. I looked at myself in the mirror and my face was completely flushed, lips were swollen, and my hair was an absolute mess. I titled my neck and looked at the extra red patch where Mitchell appeared to give me a hickey and the more I looked, the more hickey's I saw – not only on my neck but my chest and breasts too.

Mitchell and I didn't even go all the way yet the intimacy I shared with him was something I had never shared with anyone before, the closeness I felt with him more than just physically touched me, he pulled at my heartstrings and there was no doubt, I was in love with him.

I never understood what love meant before, not with Leo or even Jadyn but when I was with Mitchell, I felt alive and as if every woe I ever had would go away. He made me happy, even when I was mad at him, he was warm and gentle and so caring; I knew I could rely on him for anything.

I was in love with him, it had to be that because I couldn't imagine being away from him anymore, he filled my heart and life with absolute delight.

"I love Mitchell," I whispered under my breath, smiling like an idiot in the mirror, "I am in love with Bitchell."

For some reason I laughed, I didn't know why but after so many months my heart felt full and as if I had a reason to wake up every morning – all because of the tall idiot with blue-grey eyes and dimples.

My smile faded a fraction, I wondered if he felt the same way, did he see me in the same light I saw him? I knew he cared, there was no doubt because no matter what, he was always there for me, but I knew best there was a huge difference between caring for someone and loving them.

I shook my head, I shouldn't be overthinking, I was certain he felt something, after what we just did proved that... at least I hoped? But no matter what, I knew deep down I'd always have him in my life, no matter what form, nothing could take him away.

After I was done freshening up, I spotted a white robe, not sure if Mitchell was back in the room or not, I grabbed it and tied it around my body, it was getting a little cold and the thick, soft fabric was welcoming.

Running a hand through my hair I left the bathroom and looked around the bedroom, Mitchell wasn't back yet. I wondered what was holding him up for so long and if everything was fine, he would've been back by now. I hoped nothing was wrong, I needed to check so I made my way out of the room.

My bare feet glided over the marble floors and by how cold it was, I could feel that the temperature was starting to drop as night crept in. The hallway was quite long but the closer I got to the living room, I could hear echoed voices – one I recognized as Mitchell's, and the other was foreign.

I stopped abruptly when I spotted the back of Mitchell's head, he had his hands at his sides, but I didn't miss the slender arms that were wrapped around him, a deep frown set over my features when I tried to figure out who the person was, they had to be pretty short because Mitchell's height blocked them completely.

I was about to take a step closer to see if everything was alright, but I stopped when Mitchell slowly lifted one hand and returned the hug, I couldn't hear what was being said but it sounded as if he was hushing the person.

I had no idea who that could be, but I got the impression they were upset, I didn't like the feeling building inside me but I was also very curious to see who it was, so I took slow steps closer, making sure not to make a sound.

The person unwrapped their arms and pulled away, I stopped dead in my tracks when I got a glimpse of blonde hair and bright blue eyes, even though her eyes were heavily bloodshot as if she were crying, she was still stunningly beautiful.

Liza stood in front of Mitchell, wiping her eyes, and looking terribly upset, I wondered what that was about, but I also had other questions, like how did she know he was here? And why was she here in the first place? What made her rise from the dead after all this time?

"Calm down, Bethy," Mitchell consoled her.

'Bethy? Is that his nickname for her? Why does it sound so loving?'

My stomach churned with... envy, I did not like the sight in front of me at all, and more so, I hated that Mitchell didn't kick her out and was standing there, comforting her instead. Perhaps she had a problem, but everyone has them, why did she have to come to Mitchell to fix it? I understood he was a caring person, especially to those that meant something to him, but I did not like that Liza was currently here.

I never got jealous, but I was so envious that it made me bitter and made me want to throw Liza out of the house. I, however, knew that I had no right, and it wasn't my place.

She ran a hand through her hair, looking utterly distraught, I wondered what happened for her to be so upset and to try and get hold of her ex-boyfriend so urgently.

'Why isn't she running to her French poodle, instead?'

"Stay here," My thoughts were put to a halt when Mitchell firmly spoke, "Drink some water and calm down, I'll be right back."

Liza nodded and was ready to head towards the kitchen, but she paused and furrowed her brows, she took in Mitchell's appearance and I supposed since she must've seen Mitchell in that state numerous times, she understood why the ever so neat Mitchell, looked disheveled.

"Do you," She paused, and her eyes scanned the room, "Are you not alone?"

My heart raced in anticipation for his response, I knew if he denied I was here, it would hurt my feelings and prove that whatever we just shared was nothing but just a casual hook-up.

It didn't take Mitchell a second to answer her flatly, "No, I'm not alone," He paused and the look on her face told me she didn't like his answer, "But, I'll be right back... just wait here."

Mitchell turned around and I was ready to do the same, but something forced my feet to stay put, his eyes met mine, I looked at him with as much nonchalance as I could muster and I could tell he was trying too, but I could see that questions were going through his mind.

With one final stare, I turned on my heel and made my way back to the bedroom, but before I could get far enough, I heard Liza's voice.

"May I ask who it is?" She questioned.

"No, you may not," Mitchell dryly responded, and not wanting to hear anything else, I picked up pace until I reached the room.

I let out a breath, a part of me was glad that Mitchell didn't deny being alone, but another part didn't like that he still gave Liza time and attention. I was conflicted and perhaps a little upset.

"Mila," Mitchell was back in the room within a minute, I stopped pacing and turned to face him.

He shut the door and approached me, "I knew we should've ignored the calls and doorbell."

"Are you sure about that?" I blurted.

His eyebrows furrowed a fraction and before his mind overanalyzed my questions, I sighed and played it cool even though I had an array of emotions running inside of me.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, trying to keep my tone normal, "She seemed upset."

Mitchell shook his head, "Not really," He paused for a second before continuing, "Her dad is critical in hospital and," He exhaled, "And she wants me to accompany her there."

That wasn't what I expected to hear, a part of me felt bad for her father but I didn't understand why she needed Mitchell by her side when she should be with her family. When my mom was critical, the last thing I thought about was Mitchell or anyone else for that matter, my main focus was getting to her.

"So," I tried to word it, so I didn't sound insensitive, "Why is she here and not with her family? Shouldn't be there instead of crying by you?"

Mitchell sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "It's complicated... her mom cut her dad off years ago so she's indifferent to the situation," He exhaled, "Look, I'll explain everything to you when I get back, I promise."

It seemed he made his mind and was accompanying her, without even, perhaps discussing it. I mentally shook my head, I had to have been losing my mind because this wasn't me, I never acted this way, not even when Leo and I were hooking up, so there was no need for Mitchell to ask me or discuss anything – we weren't together that way.

"You're going with her?" I asked in a small voice.

Mitchell's gaze softened and he looked conflicted, I wished I could've read what was going on in his mind at that moment. He took a step closer to me and reached towards my arms, he gently caressed them before resting his hands on my shoulders.

"I promised her years ago that no matter what happens with us and wherever we were in our lives, if she ever needed me, I'd be there," He explained, "As a human being to support her – that's it."

I hated this, I hated it so much, but I needed to remind myself that Mitchell was in no way obligated to me, I had no right to tell him to stay back and screw that stupid promise – even though I wanted to do just that.

I plastered on a smile and shrugged his hands off, "You're a man of your word," I mused, "I admire that."

He opened his mouth and then closed it again, I could see the conflict in his eyes, and I could tell he felt awfully guilty for having to leave me but if Liza's father really was ill, I understood... I guess.

"Go," I prompted him with a grin, "She needs your support, I understand how she's feeling right now."

Mitchell's gaze softened and he took a step closer to me, I didn't trust being close to him, so I took a step backward, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I suggest you freshen up before you leave," I light-heartedly said, "You have Mila essence on your hands...and mouth."

The tension lifted a fraction and his lips twitched at the corners, forming a tiny grin, "If you didn't insist on me opening the door, I'd have had it on more than just those places right now."

I would've been amused at his statement, but my mood had taken a total one-eighty, I wasn't in the mood to talk let alone flirt. I didn't respond with words