Page 85 of The Loathing

Titus

Soon. I hope. Soon. Once I know Amora is safe, I can take her back to Xavier and head home.

Nate

Okay, keep us posted. And keep your phone off, both of you. Stay safe x

I lock my burner phone and sigh, placing it face down on the table next to my bed. Sleep didn’t come easy, and I was unsure if it was because I had so much going on in my mind or because I craved to be near Amora constantly. Rolling over, the sun peeks through the shutters and it forces me to get up. The cottage is quiet, and Amora hasn’t come down from bed yet. I fight with myself if I should go and see if she is okay or just leave her be. A lot has happened over the last forty-eight hours, and I bet she is exhausted. Throwing back the comforter, I sit on the edge of the bed and scrub my face. I feel tired. Mentally tired.

I stand, grabbing my watch and my phone off the bedside table and type a message out to Arizona so she has my new number and letting her know that I’ll videocall her later on.

I need to see her. I feel like it’s been forever. Grabbing some sweatpants out of my suitcase, I pull them on and head towards the kitchen to make a coffee. I pause when I reach the countertop and see a kettle plugged into the switch on the wall.

“What the fuck is this?” my brows furrow as I lift the plastic kettle from its base, looking at it and popping the lid.

“That’s a kettle, do you not have those in America?”

I spin round quickly, and my hungry eyes rake up and down Amora’s body. She is wearing an oversized tee and nothing else. Her long legs are bare, and I can’t help but think of how good they will feel locked around my waist. Her red hair is messy and tumbles over one shoulder. A small smile creeps onto my lips as I notice soft pillow creases in her rosy cheeks. I can’t help but notice how my feelings have intensified since we’ve been alone, since I feel like I know her a little more. Maybe it’s because I know she is twenty-five and nowhere near my daughter’s age. But whatever the reason, I am fully aware that my feelings have grown for her. I swore I wouldn’t let myself ever fall for a client. It was one of my rules but that was until her.

Until Amora.

“What do I do with it? I want coffee,” I pull myself from my thoughts as I hold out the kettle for her to take and I don’t miss how her eyes graze over my naked torso. I should have put a tee on but I didn’t think she would have been awake just yet.

“You fill it with water and let it boil,” she shakes her head from side to side and I don’t miss the little laugh that bubbles from her as she steps forward and takes the kettle from me.

“I just want a coffee.”

“And I’ll make you one; well, if there is any coffee,” she scrunches her nose up as she lets the cold water run from the faucet and then begins filling the kettle. I watch intently as she pops the kettle back on its base then pushes the small, plastic switch down.

“That’s how you boil a kettle?” I ask, curling my fingers round the edge of the counter, letting the surface take my weight. She nods before spinning and I watch as she reaches up, opening the cupboard doors to look for mugs and I take my chance to let my hungry eyes sweep over her, the tee lifting slightly and revealing the curve of her ass cheek. Peachy and round and I have the urge to stalk over to her, fall to my knees and kiss the little crease under her cheeks before sinking my teeth into her skin.

“Do you take sugar?”

It’s all I can think about.

Was it wrong?

“Titus?”

“Hm?” my cheeks pinch, my brows sitting high as I run my tongue across my lips.

She smirks, nibbling on that bottom lip of hers and I feel my insides swarm with heat, my cock throbbing.

“Do you take sugar?”

I shake my head.

“Milk?”

“I’ll just have it black.”

“Okay,” her voice is soft and she turns back round and I watch her intently. It’s not healthy how obsessed I have become with her.

Never in a million years did I think that I would be that guy… yet here I am.

I am desperate to feel her skin under my fingertips, to dig them a little deeper into her thighs and leave little marks showing that she belongs to me. The thought of her going to The Knight Brothers and being their property makes my skin crawl. I won’t allow it.

She isn’t going.

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