Page 37 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“You’ve made yourself clear. So have I.”

“I–”

“End of discussion.”

He bore into me with dark eyes and a menacing glower. His merciless gaze pebbled my nipples and caused my breath to hike in my chest. I wasn’t able to breathe again until he turned, leaving a pang in my chest that traveled up my throat, and sat.

He trudged toward the bathroom. Helplessly, I followed him. The man had struck me with unfathomably good dick and expected me to manage my own footing in his presence. I wasn’t sure if half my brain was working, but I knew he was capable of thinking for us both tonight.

“Leave the sheet. Come shower so I can take you and that smart-ass mouth home. I’m seconds away from stuffing it.”

Please.

The sheet fell to the floor as I escaped its expansiveness. Cold marble touched the tips of my toes. Mister stopped at the urinal and nodded for me to take the toilet not too far from it. Suddenly, the urge to relieve myself returned. I’d forgotten it when I opened my eyes and found him sleeping peacefully beside me.

I stared straight ahead, eyes trained on the empty shower as my release commenced. Mister’s eyes hadn’t left me, yet. He shot daggers in my direction, having never loosened the frown on his handsome face.

“Smile more,” I demanded, craving his white teeth and dimpled cheeks. They’d hidden behind gold, diamond-encrusted plates the night before.

“When I have a reason, I will.”

“Am I not a reason?”

Finally, my eyes met his.

“You’re a thorn, Eden. Don’t shit feel good about a thorn.”

“I find that hard to believe, Mister.”

“Believe it, baby.”

“You’ve been contradicting yourself all night.”

“I’m a glutton for affliction, it seems. Trouble doesn’t follow me. I follow it.”

“One minute, you’re passion. Next, you’re pain.”

He took his eyes off me momentarily to be sure he’d shook himself dry. I wiped myself, smearing the results of ovulation from my center. Emergency contraceptive were on the list of things to consume within the next seventy-two hours.

“I don’t like riddles. Be clear about whatever it is you’re saying, Eden.”

“You’re a fascinating creature, but I despise your ability to make a fool of my feelings.”

“Your feelings?” He kissed his teeth. “Should they matter yet?”

I scoffed, nodding. He was a fucking riddle. It was probably why he hated them so much.

I stood up and the toilet flushed automatically, startling me. My departure was imperative at this point. Seemingly, Mister had forgotten the night we’d had.

The day we’d had. The moments we’d shared. The spit we’d swapped. The kisses we hated to end. The bodily fluids we bathed in.

“I can shower at home. Is there a car waiting? Will you take me? How does this work? I can manag–”

I lost track of my thoughts as his chest neared me. My vision blurred as his scent engulfed me. My head spun upon realizing he wasn’t stopping. And when he entangled our fingers, pushing them above my head and me against the wall behind us, I shuttered.

“Plea–”

“Eden, baby.”

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