Page 88 of The Loathing

“Okay,” and I don’t miss the small, exasperated sigh that leaves Arizona.

“Is everything okay?” concern laces my tone.

“Yeah, I just miss you that’s all.”

My heart throbs in my chest.

“I miss you too, so much.” She gives a small smile, pushing her glasses up her nose.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“I know,” she nods, “I’ll speak to you soon okay?”

“Okay,” I force a smile on my face.

“Bye Dad.”

“Bye sweetheart,” I swallow the lump and wait until she cuts me off because I didn’t want her to see the tears that were pricking the back of my eyes like a million needles.

I felt homesick suddenly and I am a little annoyed that I didn’t take Kaleb up on his offer of bringing Amora home to America, instead I am in the middle of a forest with no idea where I actually am.

I sit quietly for a moment and just contemplate the last couple of weeks, it has been one hell of a rollercoaster.

Opening a message to Nate, I type a quick note out.

Titus

Keep an eye on Xavier and his cameras… or should I say the fucking Knight brothers. I don’t trust them and now I have taken the one thing they wanted I think we may have started a war.

I send then toss my phone onto the bed. Standing, I grab the neck of my tee from the back and with one arm pull it over my head in one swift move. I threw my old tee on when I went into my room to speak to Ari. I was desperate for a shower to wash last night off me. Stepping under hot water, I was grateful that there was a bathroom attached to my room. I didn’t really want to go upstairs where no doubt Amora was getting dressed.

My cock throbs, the blood rushing down when I think about Amora in the shower, her beautiful skin covered in soap suds, her addicting scent of apricots and cocoa filling the steamy room. I scrub my skin until the pain distracts me from my inappropriate thoughts. I needed to jerk off, I had to relieve myself. I couldn’t go on much longer in such proximity to her and ignore the growing temptation of everything I have wanted to do.

The need to kiss her again comes on strong, the want to touch her skin and let my fingers explore every inch of her is even more prominent than my need to kiss her.

The thought of any other man touching her is enough to make me see blind rage. I hate it.

Washing the suds off my skin, I turn the shower off and grab a towel and wrap it round my waist. Reaching for a hand towel, I run it over my hair and dry it before throwing it over my shoulder as I begin to brush my teeth. Once done, I pat my mouth dry and hang my hand towel up before I walk into my room. Whipping the towel from round my waist, I hold it over my semi-hard cock and dry my upper body. I grab a pair of grey Boss combat pants and a black Essentials tee and reach for a pair of boxers. I drop the towel when suddenly I hear a loud gasp.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. Please, oh my god,” Amora rushes out and my eyes widen as I turn to see her standing there with both hands over her eyes.

“Shit,” I whisper, grabbing the towel that was on the floor and covering myself once more.

“I didn’t see anything, Titus, I’m so…” I cut her off, I feel my skin slowly begin to heat and I know it isn’t because I am embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” I let out a soft chuckle, “like you said, you didn’t see anything…” I let my voice trail off.

“Exactly,” and I can see just how red her skin is. “I’m going to…” she mutters, thumbing behind her before turning quickly and walking out the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Once dressed, I hang my towel up and slowly open the bedroom door, my eyes searching the living area for Amora but she is nowhere to be seen.

“Amora?” I call out, padding through into the kitchen. Nothing.

I turn to look over my shoulder and up the stairs. Climbing two at a time, my heart begins to race but it soon slows when I see her sitting at her dressing table, brushing her long, red hair.

I lean against the door frame, my arms crossed across my broad chest and smirk.

“Little Red.”

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