"So…you don't have to tell me why if you don't want to." The accident had shaped her view on life. In the past, she used to think of him as the worst person ever. "After the accident, I realised that I too can actually be a murderer." she laughed as she told him. "Not that I'm accusing you."
"I am a murderer." He admitted, a faint smile on his lips as he sneakily put the band in his pocket, adrenaline running through his body.
She nods. If she got the chance to kill some people in her life right now, Anna knew she wouldn't hesitate. She had realised how easy it was to be in his shoes even if their reasons for doing such could be different. Why should she judge him for something she is also very much capable of?
Especially with all the rage in her body. The one she feared might consume her whole if Sullivan isn't by her side the next time she meets those leechers. They were both in the same circle of society class even though Anna had lost her footing—temporalily, she hoped—it was basically inevitable to not run into them.
And she had a funny feeling the universe would keep bringing them together especially now that she knew things she wasn't supposed to know. Anthony always called her an irreparable gossip. Her curiosity to know things despite being aware of how life-threatening such information might be, almost had her killed.
What part of not letting Gigi and Fary be aware of the letter had Anthony not specified? He had even boldly written it out for her. But no. Anna just had to be a dramatic female character. The one you scream at in movies.
She released a small sigh and glanced at the night lamp. Three months ago when she confronted Gigi and Fary, what was she expecting? Knowing they are dangrous—Gigi especially—was she expecting them to plead? Give a better explanation? Say Anthony was lying in his letter and it was all a posthumous prank?
Thinking about it made her more annoyed. At herself. Her father. Her brother. The universe. At herself again for being too stupid and naive. But Sullivan's voice was quick to pull her out of it.
"I am not the man you think I am Annabelle." When he calls her full name, it makes her very aware of how he affected her. No one really calls her full name, except Sullivan and it made the name sound even more special.
"I think you are exactly who I think you are. You are dangerous, an introvert, you are cold and a very fine piece of man." She added and he smiled, his eyes staring into hers.
He then said, "You have no idea."
She nudged his hand and added. "Don't be so melancholic. Ah! Actually, I am planning a visit to my mom tomorrow. Don't have a heart attack if you can't find me."
He nods. Good that she told him. "Okay."
"Do you think she will be very mad at me?" She asked him, dragging her other leg up as she leaned against the pillows on the bed and placed both her legs right behind him. "What if she doesn't want to see me?"
He swallowed hard, both hands in his laps. "She misses you. But if you are very worried, I can come with you."
"Aren't you supposed to be opening the new mall tomorrow?"
Indeed! He had almost forgotten about that. But the fact that he could ignore every aspect of his life that had once been important to him for her spoke a lot. Sullivan had always known his feelings for Anna weren't all sexual.
He wanted to study the lady. Her habits, the way she speaks, what makes her happy, what irks her, where she loves to go. Her inner thoughts. He wanted to be in her mind and know exactly what she wanted so he could give it to her.
Not that Anna wasn't a lady who couldn't care for herself. Her poor judgement of people had put her in this situation but he knew she would bounce back sooner or later. For now, he had this delusion of his to himself.
Then came the sexual feelings. He felt sexually attracted to her no doubt. He could think of Anna in the loveliest, most holy way and his cock would still react to that.
Just like right now.
"If you want me there, whatever I have on my schedule doesn't matter."
Sullivan knew Anna was aware of his feelings towards her. He also knew why she was pretending to be oblivious to it and he was glad for it.
She didn't think she had anything else to say to him again. The man was good with words and even though she had been acting like she didn't know his feelings, it was difficult to look past it when he said things like this.
Anna swallowed hard and tried not to think of what he looked like underneath his shirt. She had caught a glimpse of ink before but Sullivan never exposed himself to the public.
Maybe now that they were living together, she could get a chance to see him. "How did you get into the balcony by the way?"
"From mine." His voice was raspy when he spoke and they both kept quiet again, her mind filled with what the peeking tattoo on the back of his neck was.
Was it an extension of a deeper one? Or was it just a simple drawing or writing? When she couldn't take it anymore, she knelt on the bed and he looked at her, his eyes roaming from her face to her chest before he quickly snapped it back.
Maybe it was a bad idea to have told him to sit. "Anna…" Sullivan said and shifted away a bit.
"You look like you want to run." She stated, feeling the urge to touch him. Her body was burning up with a different kind of heat and she began to wonder if she was ovulating.
"No." He shifted away from her again. "I should go back."
When he tried to stand, Anna placed a hand on his shoulder and stopped him. Couldn't this woman understand that he really was doing his best to not make her aware of his erection?
"Anna…" he repeated, the name sounding like a song on his lips now. "...the boundaries." He reminded and she took her hands off him.
"Sorry." She rested back on her heels and watched him. When she met Fary, she knew she loved him but he never made her feel the way Sullivan does. She never felt like jumping on him and feeling the skin of his body. Or kissing him till she got tired and her pants became a mess.
She sneakily pressed her legs together at the thought of it, feeling the dampness between her legs. Sullivan was staring at her. His eyes trained on the head board behind her but when she pressed her legs together, he stared at her then.
He could smell her arousal and he knew if he didn't leave and she made the tiniest move on him, he would be too weak to tell her no.
"I just wanted to ask…" she points to the back of his neck. "...can I see that tattoo?"
He instinctively brought his hand to his nape and touched the skin there. "I could show you…" he said. "...but not right now."
"Why?"
"You know why Anna." He got up from the bed and placed his hands in his pocket, feeling the fabric of her head band. "Some other time. Good night Anna."
She watched as he closed the door softly behind him, leaving her all alone. She stood and closed the gliding doors, stealing a glance at his room with no light on.
When she went back to bed, she laid flat and covered herself with the duvet, before raising the blouse of her pajamas to expose her breasts. She then pulled down the pants plus her lingerie, taking it all off.
With heavy breathes, she glanced at the door and reminded herself of his presence on her bed. His body, his words, his strong hands and long fingers.
She gently parted her legs and placed her fingers to her pussy gently, biting down on her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out loud.
This is wrong, she shouldn't be like this towards a man that is nice to her. She shouldn't be imagining his cock stroking her pussy and touching herself to it.
She parted her pussy lips and dug a finger into the wet heat of it, the stretching feeling of it making her moan and she twirled her thumb around her swollen bud, the sweet feeling of it making her part her lips in ecstasy, imagining it was his finger moving in and out of her pussy.
Anna knew if she continued too fast, she would go over the edge soon. The pleasure was high, it was like pure raw liquid heat as she grabbed on her breast with the other hand.
Her pussy was so slick, it was making low wet sounds as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit. Her body was turning stiff, the pleasure made her roll her eyes back as she squeezed her breast tight and arched her back off the bed. Her swollen bud was so slippery now, her thumb almost glided off it.
She was in her moment when a single knock came on the door before it was pushed open and she gasped, biting softly on her lip as her hands froze on her own clit, her pussy making a queefing sound when she removed her finger, while Sullivan stared at her, eyes as wide as saucers.