I can't believe him. I huff, walking up the stairs.

That's what i get for going to him, I should have just stayed in bed and tried to get back to sleep.

It's not even about what he was asking, but the way he was asking? His tone, his express and attitude, as if i had to check myself incase i said something he didn't like.

Where does he seriously get the nerve, acting like he owns me. He is not even my boyfriend.

And then what about Luke? What does that have to do with anything? He was going about it almost as if i had cheated on him with him or something.

He can think whatever he wants. I am not going to tell him what he wants with that attitude. I bet he has been with more women than i can count, and he thinks i want to hear all about it?Pshhh! No thank you, spare me the details, i am definitely not interested in that information.

I push the bedroom door open and slump myself on the bed, rearranging the beddings to get comfortable.

But why am i even surprised, i already know he is annoying and crazy........among other things. I huff again, blowing some hair off my face.

Grabbing a pillow tight, i turn towards the windows and consider walking over to the sofa. Maybe i am exagerating but i do it anyway.

The door opens almost immediately i lie down and i hold my breathe.

I hear him walk around a bit then his footsteps get closer.

"What the fuck are you doing?" That tone again.

"Marianne??"

"I heard you" i continue to lie down as he stands over me.

"Well?" he persists.

I sit up and face him. He has a smirk on his face, seemingly amused at my expense.

"What are you doing?" he asks again, folding his arms over his chest, making his forearms more pronounced in his vest.

I imagine he must work out alot to be in this good shape. I notice he is wearing loose basketball shorts, his legs look just as toned as the rest of him.

Don't get distracted.

"What does it look like i am doing, i am trying to sleep, it's way past midnight" i lie back down but look up at him, while holding the duvet close to my chest.

"You are acting childish" he mutters.

"Wow, you are really on a roll tonight, anything else?"

"Yeah" He bends down and picks me up like i weigh nothing, causing me to squeal in surprise as he carries me back to the bed and tosses me on it.

"You know, you act kind of like a bully" I pant, getting my bearings.

"You are awfully sensitive over the subject" He says, getting back to our precious topic, while he climbs onto the bed and sits in the middle.

"I am not sensitive. You were patroning. I don't owe you any explanations, if i want to offer that information to you, i will, but i will not accept you demanding it from me like that.

"I was not demanding" he replies calmly, his tone in contrast to my angry one.

"Don't think that your lawyer tricks will work on me." i sigh, lying back against the pillows.

He smiles.

"What?"

"You are quite an overdramatic, frisky one aren't you, and to think everyone thinks you are some delicate little flower that needs protecting from me" he muses.

"I wonder why" I retort, my eyes meeting his.

"What?" I ask softly, his lingering gaze is starting to make me nervous, and hot all over.

He moves closer grabing me at the knees and running his fingers from the back of my legs to my upper thighs.

"I have spent many nights dreaming about you lying here on this bed, just like this........but not even in those fantasies, did you look this good" he says almost absentmindedly

I blush, swallowing hard.

"I love your legs, your thighs, the way your waist curves towards your hips. The way your breast feel and fit in my hands so perfectly. And how soft your skin feels against mine" He says, continuing to go completely off topic and emphasising every word with his hands.

My heart is doing cartwheels agains.

His fingers find my lips, brushing against them lightly.

"I love your lips. Even when they are saying the most preposterous things to me" he continues.

Wow! Is it hot in here. It feels really hot in here. I mentally fan myself.

"Mary?.....What are you doing to me?" He asks, his fustration evident from his frown lines and narrowed eyes as his pulls his hand back as if i just burnt him.

He lies back on the bed facing the ceiling, one hand behind his head for support and the other laid across his chest.

We stay quiet for a few minutes, until i turn on my side towards him and place my arm across his torso as i scoot closer to him.

Immediately, his arm embraces me, as we lie locked in a warm embrace.

"Goodnight Angelo." i whisper, with my head on his chest.

"Goodnight Mary" he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.

The sound of his beating heart creating a steady lulluby that puts me to sleep.

*

I wake up surrounded by so much warmth. I don't know if the heat is coming from Angelo's body next to mine, or a room with air-conditioning that actually works.

I take a peak at Angelo who seems to be sleeping peacefully besides me, his hand tight around my waist.

In this very moment, he looks so harmless and vulnerable, nothing like the big bully he can be sometimes.

He looks peaceful. Angelo. My Angel.

I pull my phone from under the pillow like i always do every morning.

6:25am

I see two missed calls from Luke and remember how worked up he got when i texted him that i was staying at Angelo's for the night.

There is also a message from Mom, wishing me a good morning and i smile, as i reply to it.

Wow, this looks like the start of an amazing day. Pulling away from Angelo, i go to the bathroom, wanting to make use of his shower this time.

Afterwards, i dry my hair with a towel and decide to put on my underwear in the bathroom incase he is awake now. I walk out with a towel wrapped around me and find that he is still sleeping.

I start to get ready and put on a pair of one of those new jeans i bought recently and a black tank top and black jacket. I am doing my hair when i see a shirtless Angelo stretch, waking up.

He groans and looks around the room, when he spots me, he arranges the pillows so that he lies on his side facing me.

"Good morning" He murmurs.

Oh my God! Bed hair, morning voice, Could he be anymore sexy.

"Goodmorning.....Are you working today?"I ask, noticing he is not making any effort to get up.

"Yes, but i am not in a hurry" He says, continuing to watch me.

"Stop staring" i finally say, feeling self conscious.

He smiles.

"Come Here" he asks. In that sweet tone, its hard to say no.

When i start to walk to the bed, he gets up, sitting on the edge with his feet on the ground. As soon as i am within reach, he wraps both arms around my waist, placing his head against my belly, as I stand between his legs.

I run my fingers through his hair and he groans, he grip getting tighter. I notice he took off his basketball shorts too at some point in the night, as he is only in his boxer briefs.

"Hey, i have to get going, if i don't want to be late." i whisper but continue to run my fingers through his hair.

He grunts, letting go.

I put my things back in the bag when he goes to the bathroom. When he comes back, i have my 'luggage' on the bed and ready to go.

He looks at me and frowns.

"I am not kicking you out you know" he says, pulling on some sweat pants.

"I know, i am just...putting my things nicely" i mutter.

"Are you taking that to work with you?" he asks after putting a tshirt on and walking up to me.

He stands in front of me, his imposing presence back with full force, long gone is the harmless, vulnerable looking Angel from a few minutes ago.

"Uhhmm, i don't know....."

Honestly, i don't even know how to get to work from this part of town. But i think i can catch a cab and drop these things by my place on my way to work.

"Leave it, there is no rush, you can get it another time" he utters, ushering me out of the bedroom.

"Wait, my phone and purse" i pout, as i dash back into the room to get them.

"Can you drive?" he asks sudennly as we walk down the stairs and into his living room.

"Yes" i mumble.

"Do you have a license, you can take my car?"

"I do, but i would rather not....."

"Not what?"

"Drive"

He looks at me, confusion in his eyes. I can already imagine the string of questions he is about to ask me.

"I will take you then" He offers instead, to my surprise, he doesn't say anything else.

"Won't you be late?" i ask and he shrugs in response.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" He asks over his shoulder as he leaves the room.

"I like to have a late breakfast at work" i shout.

He comes back wearing jeans, his shoes on, and and a set of car keys in his hand.

"Let's go then" he says.

"Did you get my key code" he asks after we exit the apartment and wait for the lift to open.

"Yes, Felix gave it to me"

"Did you memorize it" he asks, after we enter the lift.

I look at him questioningly. He holds my gaze. Crap! Why does he always do that,it's like a staring contest every time. I need to break him. His over-confidence is annoying.

I look away.

Honestly, I didn't see the need. It's not like i am going to be a regular visitor here anyway.

"Mary? Did you?" Since when does he call me Mary?

"I didn't think it would be necesary" i respond. I look at him in time to see him turn his gaze away from me without saying anything else.

We walk to the parking lot and get into a different car than the one i am used to seeing him in. The drive is silent. He looks thoughtful.

As we enter the school yard, he drives to the front of the school before i can tell him to just drop me off anywhere. If people see me coming out of this car, it will draw attention and unnecessary gossip, especially since i have managed to maintain quite a low profile since i have been here.

He parks right next to the Principals parking space. I quickly reach for the door handle before he decides to come and open it for me like he always does.

"Thank you very much"i utter quickly and try to disembark from the vehicle.

"Mary" he says, holding my wrist.

"Mhhhhm" i ask impatiently.

"You don't want to be seen with me?"he asks.

"What? No....that's ridiculous, i just don't want to be late."

" You are twenty minutes early" he murmurs.

"Am i?" i frown, looking at the time showing on the car's dashboard.

And just as luck would have it, Principal Wallace drives into his parking space, on Angelo's side.

Angelo notices my white washed face and turns to look at what has got my attention just when Wallace is getting out of his car. They make eye contact and the principal's face lights up.

Angelo steps out and they exchange greetings enthusiastically.

Huh, so they know each other, small world.

They continue to talk animatedly while i watch from inside.

Reluctantly, i get out of the car and move to their side after Wallace suddenly peers into the car window to take a look at who was in there with him.

"Mary, i didn't know you and Mr Morreli were acquinted " he smiles.

"Yeah well..." i stutter, just as Angelo wraps is arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.

"I really should get going..It was good to see you again Peter" Angelo addresses him by his first name.

"You too, you too. I believe i will be seeing you around" He beams, glancing at me briefly.

"I will see you later" Angelo turns to me, pecking my lips and winking at my stunned face.

I can't believe he just did that to me, in front of my boss, and every student whose attention his black and white Ashton Martin managed to draw.

A/N. Thanks for reading