much needed sleep.
I roll over and find Hunt sitting up against the headboard with his laptop resting on his boxer-brief adorned thighs, typing away at something. I watch him, studying every slight movement he makes, smiling to myself. I love the view.
Suddenly, my father’s kind blue eyes flash through my head, which is finally clear after a real night of rest and nutrition, and it hits me…he’s gone. He’s really gone, and he’s never coming back. I’ll never hear his gentle yet strong voice. I’ll never be able to call and confide in him. I’ll never smell his familiar cologne when I hug him tight. I will never see him again, and the realization hits me like a ton of bricks, right onto my heart.
I feel the lava hot tears rise in my throat, making it hard to breathe, up to my eyes where they form stinging pools of pain. My lip trembles, and my heart actually aches. That’s when Hunt notices me.
“Angel, what’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
That’s it, hearing his worried voice is more than I can handle and the tears break free in an explosion of choked breaths and gurgled cries.
“Dad,” I sputter out.
Hunt doesn’t hesitate, tossing his laptop aside and snatching me up into his lap. He cradles me in his arms, rocking me to and fro as I let out every bit of sorrow and betrayal that has built up inside me for the past few months.
I cling desperately to him, nuzzling my red, tear-soaked face into his neck, wetting it. He holds me tighter as I bellow and tremble, unable to control my wailing cries. Hunt combs his fingers through my knotted, sleep-mussed hair, attempting to calm me.
“I know, baby. I know it hurts. Let it out. Just let it all go,” he whispers into my ear and kisses it lightly. “Shhh…shhh. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”
“I…I’m s-sorry,” I cry out.
Hunt grasps my hair and hauls me back to stare into those crazy-gorgeous emerald eyes.
“Why on earth would you be apologizing to me?” he asks with a befuddled expression.
“For…for this…For la-last night and now,” I sputter, sniffling and choking on my tears.
“I still don’t understand what it is you’re apologizing for. You have done nothing wrong,” he assures me.
“This isn’t…how I thought it wo-would go.” I can hear my voice becoming calmer, steadier. I feel my pulse slowing, and I’m able to take full, deep breaths.
“Oh,” he says, seemingly understanding what I’m referring to, as realization washes over his eyes and face. “Angel, you have no need to apologize for such ridiculous things. As I said before, I don’t need to fuck you to feel close to you. I’ve enjoyed my time with you.”
He opens the bedside table drawer and grabs a handkerchief out, wiping my eyes and then my nose. He stares at me for a moment, studying my face carefully, and then says in an awestruck tone, “You’re exquisite. I will always want you, Gabrielle. But, these are the moments I feel closest to you.”
He pulls my wet lips to his and kisses my pain away, kisses me until my head spins and my heart flutters a rapid beat, until I can think of only him, only us.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Banks announces his presence, “Sir?”
Hunt shifts his face away from mine, appearing frustrated, but his voice is composed as he answers him, “Yes, Banks. What is it?”
“Sir, we have new developments on the…situation,” Liam responds with a strong, concerned voice.
“Yes, ah, I’ll meet you in my study in a moment,” Hunt says to Banks, but his torn eyes are planted on my blotchy face.
“Yes, sir, very good.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to take care of this.”
“Of course,” I reply, trying not to seem disappointed. “Does this have to do with last night?”
“Yes,” he replies simply.
“And you still won’t tell me what it’s about.”
“No…Why don’t you take a shower…or I can prepare you a bath. Then, once I’ve finished with Banks, I will
I roll over and find Hunt sitting up against the headboard with his laptop resting on his boxer-brief adorned thighs, typing away at something. I watch him, studying every slight movement he makes, smiling to myself. I love the view.
Suddenly, my father’s kind blue eyes flash through my head, which is finally clear after a real night of rest and nutrition, and it hits me…he’s gone. He’s really gone, and he’s never coming back. I’ll never hear his gentle yet strong voice. I’ll never be able to call and confide in him. I’ll never smell his familiar cologne when I hug him tight. I will never see him again, and the realization hits me like a ton of bricks, right onto my heart.
I feel the lava hot tears rise in my throat, making it hard to breathe, up to my eyes where they form stinging pools of pain. My lip trembles, and my heart actually aches. That’s when Hunt notices me.
“Angel, what’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
That’s it, hearing his worried voice is more than I can handle and the tears break free in an explosion of choked breaths and gurgled cries.
“Dad,” I sputter out.
Hunt doesn’t hesitate, tossing his laptop aside and snatching me up into his lap. He cradles me in his arms, rocking me to and fro as I let out every bit of sorrow and betrayal that has built up inside me for the past few months.
I cling desperately to him, nuzzling my red, tear-soaked face into his neck, wetting it. He holds me tighter as I bellow and tremble, unable to control my wailing cries. Hunt combs his fingers through my knotted, sleep-mussed hair, attempting to calm me.
“I know, baby. I know it hurts. Let it out. Just let it all go,” he whispers into my ear and kisses it lightly. “Shhh…shhh. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”
“I…I’m s-sorry,” I cry out.
Hunt grasps my hair and hauls me back to stare into those crazy-gorgeous emerald eyes.
“Why on earth would you be apologizing to me?” he asks with a befuddled expression.
“For…for this…For la-last night and now,” I sputter, sniffling and choking on my tears.
“I still don’t understand what it is you’re apologizing for. You have done nothing wrong,” he assures me.
“This isn’t…how I thought it wo-would go.” I can hear my voice becoming calmer, steadier. I feel my pulse slowing, and I’m able to take full, deep breaths.
“Oh,” he says, seemingly understanding what I’m referring to, as realization washes over his eyes and face. “Angel, you have no need to apologize for such ridiculous things. As I said before, I don’t need to fuck you to feel close to you. I’ve enjoyed my time with you.”
He opens the bedside table drawer and grabs a handkerchief out, wiping my eyes and then my nose. He stares at me for a moment, studying my face carefully, and then says in an awestruck tone, “You’re exquisite. I will always want you, Gabrielle. But, these are the moments I feel closest to you.”
He pulls my wet lips to his and kisses my pain away, kisses me until my head spins and my heart flutters a rapid beat, until I can think of only him, only us.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Banks announces his presence, “Sir?”
Hunt shifts his face away from mine, appearing frustrated, but his voice is composed as he answers him, “Yes, Banks. What is it?”
“Sir, we have new developments on the…situation,” Liam responds with a strong, concerned voice.
“Yes, ah, I’ll meet you in my study in a moment,” Hunt says to Banks, but his torn eyes are planted on my blotchy face.
“Yes, sir, very good.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to take care of this.”
“Of course,” I reply, trying not to seem disappointed. “Does this have to do with last night?”
“Yes,” he replies simply.
“And you still won’t tell me what it’s about.”
“No…Why don’t you take a shower…or I can prepare you a bath. Then, once I’ve finished with Banks, I will
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