Page 53 of The Veil

I'll be there in a moment,he sighed, rolling his eyes before hanging up.

“You have to go?”

He dropped his phone on the bedside table then turned me, nodding, “I do for a little while.”

He sat up, sliding his body to the edge of the bed then buried his head in his hands. My eyes widened and I sat up. I noticed the art that I had aggressively created on his back with my nails. He did not seem in pain or bothered by it.

“Oh geez, I'm so sorry,” I apologized as I traced my fingertips around the scratches.

He shivered, closing his eyes while rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “It's more than okay, Isabelle.”

He sauntered into his bathroom while I sat on the bed, unsure of what he wanted me to do. I did not know if I should go to my own room or lie back, enjoying the scent of sex and his cologne in the air. I inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated in the moment.

Before I could make a decision, he entered the bedroom, interrupting my thought. He buttoned up a pair of dark blue, jeans as he strolled toward me with a light grey t-shirt over his shoulder. Grabbing the shirt, he pulled it over his head before leaning down, leaving a gentle lingering kiss on my lips.

“Feel free to use my shower if you want,” he smiled. “I mean, I don't mind, you know,” he continued. “Towels are in my bathroom closet and help yourself to anything you need. If you do not find it, it's probably in your bathroom.”

I nodded, grinning as I listened intently to his instructions.

Taking the remote off his nightstand, he turned the television on. “It's pretty simple to work so you'll figure it out,” he winked as he handed it to me.

Gently taking it from his hands, I laid it in front of me on the bed before turning my attention back to him.

“I shouldn't be too long but please do not come to my office,” he requested but in a commanding tone. “If you need me, please text me.”

“Okay.”

I lied back down as he leaned over the bed, pressing his lips to mine once again. Prying my mouth open with his tongue, he aggressively began to assault my own tongue as he entangled one hand in my hair and reached down to my thighs with the other. Gently, he stroked my soft, warm skin before reluctantly pulling back from our kiss. I sat up once again, holding onto his arm.

“I don't want to go, trust me.”

“Then stay,” I whined, dragging out theY.

“I'll be back before you know it,” he smirked, before marching out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I threw myself back on the bed, covering my eyes with my palms, grinning from ear to ear.Oh my God! I just lost my virginity and it was the single, greatest moment of my entire existence. I wanted to squeal loudly. I wanted to dance.

I stood and that is when I realized that I was a little sore. I limped uncomfortably into the bathroom, feeling the remnants of our sex slowly running down my thighs. After grabbing a towel from the closet, I stepped into the shower to turn it on. There were buttons and faucet jets all over the walls. For a moment I was unsure if I was in a shower, or a spaceship.

“Ok shower,” I contended confidently, “we're going to not spray me in the face, okay?”

I turned a nob, but nothing happened. Rolling my eyes, I tried another. Again, nothing happened. I finally pushed a blue button, resulting in me getting blasted in the face with a stream of ice cold water. I jumped back, giggling in humiliation, but happy no one was around to see my unfortunate accident. I pressed the red button, which made more sense. The water began to warm up. I found the regular,non-aliensettings for the shower, noting what each one did as I tested them. I swiftly cleaned myself off then stepped out, drying off.

I realized I did not have any clothes in his room, so I debated crawling into his bed and remaining naked or running to my room in a towel, which was on another floor. I decided to get in bed instead, but I got sidetracked on the way by his closet door, so I entered.

Rotating in a slow circle, peering around the massive room, I felt completely swallowed up in the space. Unhurriedly, I roamed around, running my fingertips over his luxurious suits, taking mental pictures as I noted all his perfectly polished, pricey shoes, next to his designer sneakers.

I came to a stop in front of his shirts, glancing back over my shoulder, checking for any sign of life. He was still gone. I probably should not have, but I slipped one of his dress shirts off the hanger. Sliding my arms through it, I hugged it tightly around my body. I pranced over to the full-length mirror, admiring how it fit me compared to how it probably fit his tall, muscular body.

Suddenly, I realized how different I felt and looked. I felt...free. I could not explain it. It felt as if he took a piece of me, then gave me back a bigger one; a much bigger one in his case. I giggled to myself. Not that I had anything to compare his size to, but I had seen them before, of course. He was definitely larger than the ones I had seen.

Twisting my body to see my perky rump in the mirror, I winced at the soreness between my legs, being reminded that I had just been having an amazing time with a demigod. Biting my bottom lip, I tried not to smile so big even though no one could currently see me. My face instantly contorted to confusion when I realized why I had been brought here. The guns. The men. What was happening?

After my wonderful night with Isabelle, I practically sprinted to my office. I wanted to be upstairs with her, but instead I just left her alone after I took her virginity, forcing her to deal with it on her own. What if she panicked? What if she regretted it then tried to make a run for it? I messed everything up, sleeping with the one person I was told specifically not to be with. She was now in danger, and it was my fault. Angrily, I threw the doors to my office open.

“This better be important,” I announced furiously as I marched around my men and threw myself into my desk chair.

They stared at me, as if they were waiting for me to yell. Glaring at each of them, I formed a triangle with my fingertips as I leaned back in my chair. Still no one uttered a word. Joseph cleared his throat and William shifted his weight.

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