Chapter 30: Chapter 30 - Call In Sick
Amabel's POV
Mmm. This is nice. The feeling of the sun kissing my skin. It's so warm. I slowly open my eyes to see a sleeping Trevor on my left. The sun made his face look so beautiful. And his chest lifting and dropping as he breathed.
I turned onto my side and let my fingers slide over his chest. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and rolled us so that I was underneath him. He rested his elbows on the bed and both his hands on my hair. His green eyes were looking deep into mine. I couldn't handle it.
Oh no! Morning breath... I held my breath. And then his lips met with mine. His lips are softer than usual. I pulled away and said, "What are you doing? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."
He stroked the side of my forehead and then my cheek with his knuckles. "I don't care."
"But..." I wanted to protest, but he shut me up.
"I don't care, Amabel. I really don't," he said with so much care in his eyes and continued to kiss me. When he kissed my neck, I turned my head to the side to give him more access when I noticed the time.
"Shit!" I shouted.
"I know," he said as he looked at me with red and swollen lips.
"No, not that." He pulled his head back with a look of what-do-you-mean-not-that and am-I-not-a-good-kisser and what-did-you-say in his eyes. It looks like he is in pain.
"No. I'm sorry. That was good. It was really, really good," I said as I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and released my breath.
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just... I'm late for work. It's Monday morning, Trevor."
He looked at me and said, "You do know that my father is your boss. I'm sure he'll understand. Call in sick."
"Trevor! I can't do that."
He started tickling me and kissing my neck all at the same time. "Trevor! Trevor, stop!" He didn't take me seriously at all. I kept laughing and kicking. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them above my head and kissed me roughly. My lips... My cheek... My neck... And that little part just beneath my ear.
I moaned. Then reality kicked in.
"Trevor," I mumbled between kisses. He can't keep shutting me up with kisses.
"Trevor."
Okay, that's it! I pushed his elbows out from underneath him, making him collapse on top of me as I rolled us over, with a struggle, so that I was on top now. Huh, this feels... empowering.
But no matter how hard I tried, he would budge. Even with me on top, he was still in control. His hand slid to the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Then, his other hand held my cheek.
My hands roamed over his chest and into his hair and his lips feasted on my skin. I pressed my palms on his chest and pushed him down. Here I am, finally in control and sitting on top of him. "Trevor, I'm serious. I cannot call in sick. I never call in sick. Can you take me to work, please?"
"Jonathan!" He called. Jonathan stood by the door and answered, "Yes, Sir?"
"Please inform my father that Amabel won't be coming in for work. She is sick."
"No, what're you doing?" I whispered.
"Yes, Sir," Jonathan said.
"Jonathan!" I called out.
"Please don't call Mr Walker. And take us back to the docks please." I commanded.
"But Miss..."
"Jonathan, do what the lady tells you," Trevor said, surprizingly sounding not rude at all, lying underneath me with his hands behind his head. Wait, what?
"Yes, Sir," he said as his footsteps moved away.
He quickly sat up straight with his mouth just inches away from mine. His fingers grazed my skin and brushed my hair behind my ear, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. Why does he have so much control over me? His touch is like a siren's call. Waiting for me to drown in him.
He leaned in slowly, closer and closer and barely kissed me. "Stay with me," he whispered. Then he really kissed me.
"Say yes."
"To what?" I asked between his kisses.
His hand cupped my cheek and then whispered in my ear, "Stay with me, Amabel. Don't go. Stay." Goosebumps all over my body when his bottom lip touched my ear. Holy moly.
Anything and everything he does is seductive. The pain in his voice is what really causes me to drown. He came in and kissed me. Trying to persuade me to do as he asked. His lips are very convincing.
"Trevor," I mumble between his kisses. Oh, no! I'm panting. Moaning. Inviting him to keep kissing me. "I have to go to work. Your father has meetings today and I have to be there."
He sighed hard and pulled me back just when I got off the bed. He pulled me into his arms, grabbed my right leg and moved on top of me. "Have dinner with me?" he asked.
"Please?"
"Okay. When?"
"Tonight," he said, sliding the tip of his nose against mine.
"But Trevor, we had dinner together last night."
"Okay... What's your point?" How the hell am I supposed to make two date nights in a row with him? Wait, was last night a date? Maybe I should ask him... No, don't do that!
"Are you asking me on a date again?" I asked, looking at his lips. I can't deny his eyes.
"Yes, I am. When can I pick you up?"
I pushed his chest away and sat on top of him. "I'll text you. I need to check today's schedule first. And I have to wait until your dad goes home. Maybe after seven?"
"Why do you have to wait until my father goes home?"
"It's a habit. I like being the last to leave and the first to arrive."
"Okay, you can take a shower. Unless you want to wear the same clothes as last night, which you fell asleep in by the way," he said looking down at my dress. Oh no! What am I going to wear? I have to go home first which will take longer.
"Thanks. I need to go home first."
"Why?"
"I need clean clothes, Trevor," I said with a chuckle and got off of him walking to the bathroom.
"Just look in the closet," he said pointing to the right at the closet.
I came back into the room and lifted my brows in confusion. He got up from bed and made his way over to me. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Do you have women's clothes in every place you own?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. I already told you. I bought them for you," he said with a naughty smile that made me want to slap it off. Why did he buy me clothes? Does he think that whenever he finds me that I'll go with him, sleep with him and wear the clothes he bought?
When silence filled the room, he said, "You're upset."
"Yes. No. I don't know. I guess I'm just confused as to why you bought me clothes and store them in every place you own."
"I just thought that you might like them."
"I do, I really like them. But I don't want you to spend your money on me. I can buy myself some clothes," I said in a voice to not hurt his feelings. I really don't want to hurt him. I care about him. His charm and arrogance at the same time. The way he makes me smile and laugh.
"But I want to. Keep your money for yourself and for your mom."
"I saw the price tags on the clothes, Trevor. One dress similar to this one cost you two thousand dollars. I can't have you buying me the most expensive clothes. I don't need them."
"I want you to have them. Besides, I make fifty thousand dollars every fifty minutes. So, please, wear anything you like, Amabel. I bought them for you."
He came in and kissed me as he held my waist. "Are we okay?" he asked with puppy eyes.
I couldn't help but start laughing at him. "Are you laughing at me, Miss Avery?"
Oh no. He's going on last names now. This means one thing. We're making out again... I pulled my laughing mask off and placed a serious one on.
"Oh, no. I wouldn't dare to laugh in your face... Mr. Walker."
"Good," he said and turned around. I felt the need to say something more. I turned around feeling very confident, knowing that the bathroom door would protect me. Just before I stepped into the bathroom, I murmured, "Well, at least I'll do it behind your back."
"Excuse me?" he asked and slowly turned around. I knew he was looking at me, but I didn't allow myself to look back.
"Mmm? Nothing."
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