Chapter 25

Kay. "Don't," Theo holds my hand when he sees the determination in my eyes. I don't know why, but seeing her like that in front of Carl makes me mad. See, I didn't dislike her for nothing. I want to go right there and teach her the spelling of the word respect. Carl shakes his head, looking at her as if he is disgusted, "Just get her out of here, Sam," he says in a bored tone, walking away. Good. "I can't, I'm here with her," she protests, pointing at me, and I groan. She's such an embarrassment. Carl looks in my direction, and only then does he realise I am here. "Escort her out, Sam," he repeats, ignoring her arguments, and Sam drags her cheap ass out despite her objections. That serves her right. Maybe if she hadn't acted desperate, she wouldn't have been humiliated like that. "Damn, boss is hot," Theo whispers, his eyes roaming over Carl like a creep, and I harshly nudge his side, earning a groan from him. "You know, Theo, sometimes I even forget you're in a relationship'' I believed that when in a serious relationship, you only have eyes for your partner. But no. " He's coming this way," he whispers, and I look up to see Carl a few steps away from me. His cold face softens a little when he looks at me. "Can I borrow her?" he asks Theo, who frantically nods. Idiot Carl effortlessly lifts me from the seat, and I almost yelp but hold it in. Damn strong like I anticipated. My legs instinctively wrap themselves around his waist, and he holds my hips to steady me. I suddenly feel shy. He turns around and starts walking to the house, and I look at Theo behind his back, and he's grinning like a creep, he is. So silly. I have never been this close to a man before, well, intimately. "Hey," he whispers, looking into my eyes. Up close, his eyes looks red and lazy. What has he been up to? "Are you high?" I can't help but ask, and he smirks. "No, just tired, baby." I encircle my hands behind his neck and enjoy the feeling of being carried. "You look beautiful," he compliments, tucking my hair away from my face, and I hold him tightly, worrying I can slip and fall. "Thanks," I mutter timidly, my cheeks flushing. Did I just blush? Fuck I just blushed. Carl chuckles, making me feel more embarrassed. What's wrong with me? People think I'm this bad bitch yet I am here flushing because of a mere compliment? I need to pull myself together. "I don't want you with that kind of girl, angel, okay?" he whispers, and I nod yes. Trust me, I don't want myself with that kind of girl either. Looking at his black hair, a few strands are falling on his forehead, adding more beauty to his look. I lift my hand and run my fingers through it, and he closes his eyes, sighing. His hair is so soft to touch. " Do that again, please," he pleads with tired, sleepy eyes, and I wonder at what time he woke up. He pushes the door to what I'm assuming to be his room and gently lowers me onto the big bed. His room is huge, bigger than mine. The walls are painted grey, two couches and a coffee table are on the far end near the large window. There is a big screen mounted on the right side wall, and on the left are three mahogany doors, assuming one goes to the bathroom, next to his closet, and the last one to the balcony. He's a clean man, and that is a relief. Carl takes off his jacket and throws it on the other side of the bed, and scoots closer to sleep on my lap. I blush again, noticing how short my skirt appears, but he doesn't seem to mind. "Stay with me," he mumbles, taking my hand and putting it back in his hair. I smile a little and continue running my fingers through them. I realise I am not the only one who likes that feeling. Carl grabs my waist, pulling me closer to himself, and he moans, shutting his eyes when my fingers touch his scalp. I silently watch his face, wondering where he would be if the alliance hadn't happened, probably in someone else's arms. That thought alone makes my heart stutter. I think about him a lot lately. "Carl," I whisper when he starts releasing soft snores. Is he asleep? Definitely, because he doesn't answer. How cute. He appears to like black because his silk bed covers are black, and also most of his clothing. "Fuck" Carl suddenly curses, opening his eyes. He's been sleeping for about 45 minutes, and it's already getting dark outside. " Sorry, I slept," he rubs at his eyes, yawning. "It's okay, you look tired." he looks at me with an unusual emotion, and sits up, bringing me to his lap in a straddling manner. He's acting differently with me today, and the horrible part is that I kind of like it. "Let's stay here tonight, I will find you something to wear, yeah?" he tenderly caresses my cheek, and I lean into his touch. Goodness. He carries me to his walk-in closet and sets me on his dressing table, and starts to rummage through his shirts to find a suitable one for me. Carl gets back to me holding a black t-shirt, and instead of handing it over, he opts to put it on me by himself. I wince when his hands accidentally scrape on the bruise, and his eyes quickly rake my body, settling on my rib. "Who the hell hurt you?" his hard eyes look at me expectantly with quirked brows. "It was just training, Carl," I wave at him dismissively "Fuck no, who hit you?" he demands again in a serious tone. I don't even know whose punch left the bruises because I was busy making sure I don't end up on the bad side of Santino Senior. "I don't know, it was just grandpa. You know how they train," I mumble, avoiding his gaze. "You mean that old man made you fight several men at ago?" I don't answer, but it's clear in my eyes. "Fuck, baby, I won't let him do that again, okay?" he joins our foreheads and just stares into my eyes while I stare into his brown ones." I'm sorry," he adds, sighing. "Let me apply ointment to it, " he says, detaching our heads, and I watch him move away. Fuck, aren't we getting a little too comfortable? Carl opens the drawer on his right and takes out a tube before squeezing the cream on his palm. "Let me," he murmurs, and I lift my arm to give him space. Thankfully, today I wore a sports bra and not the lingerie I normally wear. "Does it hurt?" he mumbles, and I look at him, amazed. His brows are furrowed in concentration, like he'll hurt me if he's not careful. Is this just for the alliance, or is it becoming something else for both of us? "Not much," I whisper, looking at how his hands gently massage the area. His touch is making my skin tingle, but not in a bad way. "Is this the only one?" Should I show him the one on my hip or just dismiss it? It's Carl, and I trust him, so I direct him to the other bruise, and he does the same. His innocent touches are awakening something in me. Something I have never felt before. I accidentally release a soft moan, and his eyes fly to my face, making me bite on my lower lip to hold in any more awkward sounds. His eyes lower down on the lip between my teeth, and the hand applying the cream unconsciously pulls me to him. He lowers his head, and I stare at him, anticipating what he's about to do. Is he going to kiss me?