Hey Guys!
Again, like Chapter 3 I wasn't prepared to put out Chapter 4 so fast. I let my characters get in my head, and they end up being impatient in me telling their stories. Dante and Sage together are a powerhouse in my head, so I couldn't stop writing. I have been enjoying the feedback and comments, and I appreciate everyone who has "favorited" not only my stories but myself as an author. As long as you guys keep reading, I will keep writing.
Love, Violet
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The noise was getting on my nerves. like all of the nerves I could possibly have.
I tried burying my head deeper under the covers to mute whatever was producing that irritating noise. After a couple of useful minutes, I poked my head from under the silk pillow.
"What the fuck is that noise?"
The sheet moved away from my body, and I was spooned against a hard and warm body.
"I'm sorry sugar, I like watching a little television at night."
I looked at the clock on his bedside table, and read it to be almost close to midnight. I was exhausted due to Dante taking me several times since being in his home.
He took me in the kitchen after feeding me. He makes awesome pasta.
Next he fucked me in his office. There were some important phone calls he needed to make.
Then, he fucked me on his upstairs patio after we watched the sun go down. That was the most romantic thing I've ever done.
The last thing I could remember, was the intense orgasm I had in the shower, and him cuddling me in bed.
I maneuvered myself so my cheek rested on his shoulder, and my leg was cradled in in between his.
I finally looked towards the T.V. and to my surprise mister "big and scary" was watching cartoons.
I swear, cartoons.
"I wouldn't have pegged you as a cartoon man."
"Well, when the kids come over and they pile on the bed, I have no choice what we watch, and now I can't get out of the habit of watching some toons before I snooze."
"I tend to watch the news, it bores me to sleep."
"Well, the world's a fucked up place, so I don't need the news to tell me. With the toons, I can go to bed with a smile on my face. But I guess with you here now I don't need them."
I don't know how much more my heart string could take.
"If I didn't know you were such a scary man, I would run and tell everybody."
His body tensed and became rigid, "You think I'm scary?"
I looked up and automatically felt like a foul person. His eyes held disappointment, and shame. Something I didn't want them to show.
"I'm sorry. Damn, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's all right. I get it all the time."
Before I could negate what I said, and tell him that wasn't who he was, he got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom, "Sage, I can't tell you I've never done a bad thing in my life, and that I've never broken the law. I got in this life to take care of my family, and you and whomever might not think it's a good excuse, but it's all I got. My sister, and her children are all I have. I was hoping I could have you too."
And with that he closed the door, with not only a physical door between us, but a figurative road block as well.
Was I completely wrong? I mean, he did admit to what little I knew.
Just this afternoon he had me fearing for my life. But somehow, I didn't feel fear anymore. I couldn't picture him as a monster. But was that my naivety, or his true self coming out of the closet.
Was I worried that he might have killed a lot of people, or might have sold drugs to kids, or might have moved guns around the city?
No, I was more worried that he wouldn't be able to feel anything for me, and put me in the trash without a second glance. But this was something I felt with anyone in my life. If I took this crazy thing between us too serious, and something horrible happened, what would I do if this crazy thing was taken away from me?
