Chapter 5: Historical Fairytale
I didn't register my arm swinging until my hand came into contact with his face. His head snapped to the side and my hand burnt from the impact, but it felt good. I watched Angelo's jaw move and he clenched his fists tightly, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again.
"You crazy bastard." I bit out, hitting his chest with each word.
Angelo grabbed my wrists and looked down at me, his silver eyes darkening.
"Stop it."
Of course I didn't listen to him.
I beat at his hard chest and shoved at him until he finally let up and allowed me to roll off the bed. I glared down at him as he took a seating position with a pissed off look on his face. The audacity of him to even be feeling mad right now after what he had just said.
"If I didn't know you were fucking messed up in the head, now I know for sure. You made me forget you? Who are you, God?"
His eyes flashed a scary stream of light at my bold remarks but I continued.
"You need to stop spewing all of this crazy talk and get the hell out of here!"
"It's my place."
I froze.
My eyes surveyed the expensive apartment with a flared up demeanor. "Well then, I'll leave."
Before I could even make it half way across the room, the man was standing before me. I gasped in shock at the sight of him.
"How-"
"Let's get one thing straight first. I know you're going to find all that I'm about to tell you a lot to take in at once, but bringing God into this is unnecessary and you can get punished for such snide remarks," I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm still going to make the effort to make you understand because I don't think I can find it within me to stay away from you anymore. So, please, listen to all that I have to say before you make a decision."
Staring at his sincere eyes, my willpower shattered into a million pieces and before I knew it, I was sitting across from him in the arm chair.
"You've got five minutes."
A beautiful smile blossomed onto his face. It was such a sight that it could have the angels singing in delight. I found myself transfixed by it.
"Thank you." He breathed out in relief.
I titled my head at him as if to say get on with it already and getting the hint, he did.
"We met ten centuries ago-"
"Wait! Hold up." I interjected with a raise of my hand.
He looked at me with big, innocent eyes as if he hadn't said what he did a while ago.
To the point that I started to wonder if I had misheard him.
"Did you...do you mean ten years ago?"
His lips pursed at my correction.
The response was delayed in words but I could see it in his eyes before he spoke.
"No, what I said was correct. I meant ten centuriesâone millennium ago."
"Ah." I sat there dumbfounded.
This man is incredibly nuts! It's such a shame too with his gorgeous body and face.
I guess it was fair for him to lack in some department.
But why couldn't it be something manageable like having an ingrown toenail or being a neat freak?
"Can I continue?" He asked breaking my reverie.
"Knock yourself out."
Please.
"At that time, I was travelling the world and Rome was my last destination before I returned home. That was where I met you. You were the most beautiful human I had ever seen. All of the others seemed to blur in the background as I stared at you. I knew it wasn't right but I followed you for the day. Watched as you visited the historical sites and you would stare with this look of amazement on your face. It was an expression of appreciation I had never seen from anyoneâany creature, dead or alive. You were alluring inside and out. Your soul shined a magnificent ray and from then on...I had become yours."
"That sounds wonderful and all. Really. A thing to correct in your little fairytale though is that I've never left America in my entire life, much less Boston. I'm...flattered that you'd make up such a story revolving around me, but I'm afraid I won't buy it. Maybe if you had picked a different destination or I don't know, a less ridiculous time period, and went from there then maybeâmaybe I would've liked to believe you."
I stood up and he did at the same time.
"Don't you dare try and stop me."
He frowned. "You didn't keep your promise."
I gazed at him oddly.
"You said you'd give me five minutes, only two minutes and forty-eight seconds has passed."
Crossing my arms across my chest, I looked at him incredulously. "Enjoy the rest of your two minutes." I permitted with a dose of sarcasm.
"Two minutes and twelve seconds to be exact." He smiled cheekily at me.
It was visible as I rolled my eyes and took back a seat.
He didn't follow suit. Instead, he started moving towards me which made me become extremely anxious as his bright eyes locked me into a daze.
"You almost drowned," he continued depressingly, "Then I realized it was your life that I was sent to save. And I did. You thanked me afterwards by buying me coffee and even though I hate it, I was ecstatic by the thought of having to meet you again. We hit it off pretty well...too well actually. After that, we were practically inseparable."
"How ironic seeing as I don't recall ever being in your company."
"That's because you won't remember until the veil over your memories is lifted. I didn't make you forget me permanently as much as you begged me. I guess you could say even in the last moment, I was selfish."
I humored him. "Oh really?"
Angelo nodded seriously as he analyzed me. It was like he was waiting for me to run for the door so that he would stop me. I wasn't stupid enough to do that. At least not while he was watching.
"How do I lift this 'veil' of yours that prevents me from remembering you?"
His eyes widened at my eagerness towards this prospect.
"Do you really want to know?"
I scoffed. "Would I be asking if I didn't?"
"Still temperamental as ever."
My eyes shot lasers at him for doing that againâacting like he knew me. As if he had been memorizing every little habit of mine for the longest time.
"How do I do it?"
He sighed as he rubbed at his chin in thought. His eyes found me then looked away. Then they were back on me again, drowning in hesitation.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" I finally snapped.
"We would have to consummate our relationship."
My eyebrows flew up in surprise.
I could feel the blush coming onto my cheeks even though I was urging myself not to appear to be an inexperienced fool when it came to these topics.
"As in..." I swallowed deeply as his gaze never wavered. "We'd have to sleep together? For me to remember?"
"Precisely."
My fist rolled into balls by my sides.
Without a word of disrespect or anger, I started walking towards the front door.
My ears caught the padding of feet behind me.
I drew for a deep breath, hoping to dissuade myself from attacking the man behind me. "I swear to god if you follow me I'm going to make you wish you were never born."
When my hand wrapped around the door knob, another fell over mine. I looked up to see him standing beside me. I was taken aback because I hadn't even heard him move.
"What are youâ"
His lips captured mine within the second. I couldn't help but react to it even though I didn't mean to. Moaning into the kiss, I was a victim to him as his mouth moved with an indication of expertise before coolly pulling away.
"You can leave," He allowed, his dark grey eyes murderous. With his muscular body, towering height, and manly features, no one would ever reject a model like Angelo. Even I trembled at the thought of what he could do to me and he felt it. His lips turning up into a smirk. "If you can that is."
"You can't just-" My words were cut off when he pushed me against the wall, his hand wrapped around my throat, loose enough to breathe, but tight enough to turn me on. His grey eyes shone down on me, searching my face.
"What were you saying?" he whispered, slowly hiking up the dress I wore past my thighs. I couldn't answer him. His fingers teasingly slid south and stopped at their desired destinationâat the front of my underwear. I tensed slightly, not quite believing the guts of this guy. I felt many things: confusion, anger...even sick anticipation but never disgust. I licked my lips, feeling the need to clench my legs together.
Unfortunately, I couldn't because his hand was already between them. I felt a jolt of pleasure travel to that area he so casually rested his hand on.
How I was able to get turned by this exposure to such delirium was beyond me.
There was no way what he said could be the truth.
It was impossible to even recall his face.
"Look at me."
On demand, my eyes met his. They widened in particular shock when he applied pressure against my front.
And like a bitch in heat, I moaned.
After all the talk I was giving, I reacted like a wanton woman when he laid a finger on me.
How embarrassing!
"Answer me." He proddedâliterally.
"I-I don't believe you." Was all I managed to get out between sharp breaths.
He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at me.
"Why?"
"Because it's all bullshi-"
I jumped when he slipped past my underwear and inserted a finger inside of me. It was done so effortlessly I was speechless. Even with the feeling of the digit inside me, I was in denial that he'd do something like that. Until I felt him start to move, in and out, and the moans started slipping from my lips unwillingly. I went to cover my mouth with my free hand, but he pushed it away, going deeper.
I squealed in surprise.
Like a harmony he personally enjoyed, I was moaning and groaning in his hold as he screwed me with his finger. He added another digit and I began to tremble from the sensation.
I nearly cursed as the tapered finger slipped in without so much resistance.
I barely had time to move before his very skilled thumb proceeded its assault on my clit. He found my g-spot almost immediately, fingers curling against it with enough pressure to make my body jerk against his hand. I widened my legs, hands gripping onto his arm tightly.
My eyes fluttered close at the pleasure that coarsed through my body when his heavenly lips found my neck, nipping and sucking.
The ounce of familiarity I felt for him came back like a tidal wave. I had felt it the first time we kissed and now I did again. Behind the darkness of my eyelids, fireworks were set off. I recalled the lovers from before who had done and been through everything together. Somehow, my heart swelled at the memory of them.
My hands found the back of his hair and pulled his head away from my cleavage. He looked at me with swollen lips and wild eyes before I willfully placed his mouth on my own.
The pleasure increased tenfold.
I could hardly stand on my feet as he devoured me from above whilst making sure I was also getting there below. My legs shook at the amount of emotions that flooded me and I felt my eyes become wet.
I cried, and cried, and cried.
Throughout the sensations, I was apologetically emotional, but it felt so damn good. I was being taken to heights unknown. I had never gained this much from a guy with mere foreplay. It was insane to imagine what the man could do with that part of his anatomy.
Angelo's left arm wrapped around me as I slid against the door and my legs gave way. He pushed me against the surface and pulled away for a second, only to allow me to breathe before he kissed me again. Fervently and unyielding. As if his life depended on it.
"Angelo..." I whined as the surge of emotions became too much for me to handle.
I was getting there fast.
"I know," he simply said before he pecked my lips one last time before pulling away. His eyes shined like precious diamonds and I was amazed by the nature of them.
Holding my gaze he whispered, "Come for me."
Just like that, I detonated.