Page 83 of Unravelling The Beast

When my high begins to fade away, I fling my head forward, trying to control my breathing, and he slips his fingers out of me. The showerhead comes to a stop before he removes it from my pussy, and returns it above us.

After a moment of gathering myself, I take a jittery breath as I stand upright and turn around to face him, but he is already out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself, not looking my way.

When I step out of the shower as well, I lean down and retrieve my towel from the floor before wrapping it around me and speaking uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm going to meet my little sister for lunch; would you like to join us?"

I can sense him watching me as I tuck the towel into my bust, and when I side-eye him, he looks away while he responds.

"I've got a ton of shit to do today."

I give a silent nod and walk away, his eyes burning into my back the entire time until I'm out of sight.

When I get back to my room, grab my phone and ask Lil to text me a place and time before tossing it back onto the bed. I draw my curtains to let some much-needed light in, but I frown as soon as I realize it's pouring down with rain outside.

I groan before heading for my closet to choose something warm to wear.

I opt for some high-waisted black skinny jeans, a black long-sleeve blouse, some black combat boots, and a long, black raincoat. After putting on a small amount of makeup, I slip my arms into my coat, fastening it around my waist with the fixed belt. I take my black handbag and place my phone inside before heading downstairs with my umbrella.

When I see Arlo on the phone at the bottom of the stairs, I slow down, observing him dressed in one of his immaculate black suits.

He must hear me coming since he suddenly speaks sternly into the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fucking there."

When he ends the call, his devious eyes flash to mine with his head still tilted down before they wander down the entire length of me, taking in my apparel.

He straightens up when he looks into my eyes again and when I get to the bottom step, I give him a tiny smile before moving by him. His eyes continue to follow my every step as I near the front door.

“I guess I’ll see you later, Arlo.”

He sounds a warning tone that causes me to come to a stop.

"Wren..."

I give him a side eye over my shoulder, and when he doesn't continue, I glance back until my eyes reach his.

He inhales deeply, his jaw tensing, before he elevates his chin ever so slightly.

"Where's my fucking kiss?"

I return to look forward and respond with a small smile on my lips.

"We're kissing before we leave each other, now are we?"

Of course, he remains silent. He'd never admit to being a soft bastard.

When he doesn't answer, I cast another glance over my shoulder at him, and he stands taller, hands in his pants pockets, expressionless and makes a head gesture.

“Come the fuck here.”

I turn and take gradual steps forward, maintaining eye contact, and when I'm standing in front of him, I lay my palms on his chest before sliding them up to his tattooed neck. I tiptoe and press my lips hard against his.

Just as I'm about to pull back, he grabs the back of my hair with one hand and clutches my jaw with the other, speaking through gritted teeth against my lips.

"You know full well, that's not how we fucking kiss."

"Show me how we kiss then, Arlo."

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