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CHAPTER 6 Pt.2
“Of course we do.”
“Urgh you're no fun,” Angelo said as I gently pushed him away chuckling at the pout on his face.
“Please, I'm plenty fun.”
Angelo snorted at this and rightly so.“Speaking of fun, for your birthday I got us some fun times on the racing track.”
“Wait, what? For my birthday we're going on a racing track? Are you sure this 'birthday gift' is for me or for you.”
“It's all for you baby,” he said with a smirk, “but it doesn't hurt if I'm enjoying myself too.”
I wasn't totally convinced with the “it's all for you baby”, sugar speech. I knew Angelo to be a real Formula One addict, I mean back when I was in the States, the boy would actually set the alarm to wake up to watch it at like four in the morning. Who does that?
“So let me get this straight, your birthday gift to me is to drive around a racing track?”
“Yes.”
Embracing him, I left a kiss on his cheek. “What can I say? You know me so well.”
The look on Angelo's face was confused and almost downright offended that I didn't seem that excited about my 'birthday gift', it was actually adorable.“Why do I think you're being sarcastic?”
“Because you know me so well.”
“Wait, so you don't like it?”
“I'm sure...I'm going to like it. But I really don't care as long as I'm spending time with you,” I said before leaning in for a kiss to take his mind off it, the last thing I needed was an argument.
Truth be told I really didn't care what we were doing it's just that when Angelo made me watch the Grand Prix with him all I saw was people driving around in circles, and it drove me to intense boredom - like how is that even fun to watch? It was like watching paint dry.
“Okay fine,” he said smiling and at first I thought he was going to close in again on the gap between our lips but instead he whispered an offer I couldn't refuse in my ear. “How does a back massage sound?”
There was no way I could fake the happiness and Angelo seeing it on my face chuckled. “Oh you like that don't you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“How's your sciatics?”At this Angelo's hands started caressing my ass and damn did it feel so good.
“It's getting better,” I said both of us knowing what I meant by that statement.
“Go get undressed and I'll get the room ready.”
Doing as I was told, I found myself in the bathroom. After I took off my clothes, I decided that taking a nice hot shower would be best due to my very all-over-the-place day. I wanted to smell good for my baby.
Half an hour later I was back in the room with a large white towel fastened around me. I looked around the room and gone were Angelo's big chunky books with medical words written on them, and gone were the piles of paper with highlighted texts scattered all over the bed and gone were the post it notes stuck all over the walls of the room. In its place was a dimly lit room, laid bed and coconut mango milk scented candles dotted all over and Angelo standing by his bed.
“Babe come and lie down here.”
Feeling totally domesticated by his bedroom voice, I did as I was told.
“Turn around,” I said as showing certain body parts was not part of the itinerary for me.
Coyly smiling he did as he was told and I quickly lowered my towel to my hips, before lying on the bed.
“Okay, I'm done,” I said propping my arms on the pillows before resting my head on them.
“Cool. I'm just going to put some baby oil on you, okay?”
Having Angelo's hands on my skin – damn. He was just too good to be true. Starting with my shoulder pads he sunk his fingers into my pressure points almost immediately eliciting a moan from me.
“You like that Luce?”
My words didn't even come out coherent. It was doing wonders for my sciatic as I felt him press down on both his thumbs on each side of my spine all the way to the end of my back, I don't know what they were teaching him in med school but they were teaching him good.
“Babe?”
“Yes?”
“If you want me to get to the sciatic nerve, you're going to have to let me see your ass.”
Okay that definitely was not part of the agenda and I knew he could feel my hesitation, “Just pretend I'm your doctor, I'll treat you like a patient.”
“Angelo, this better not be some foreplay shit you're trying to con me into.”
“Don't worry about it, I'm not going to try anything.”
I was totally into it, but I realised that him doing so and me allowing him to do so was crossing some dangerous borders, but truth be told, I really cared about my butt's health and I just wanted the stinging to stop so I could carry on with life as normal.
Not saying anything I pushed down my towel right down to the bottom of my butt, and just as soon I felt Angelo rub some oil on it and it felt wonderful.
“Your ass is gorgeous”, I heard him almost in a whisper instantly getting me hot in the face.
“Thank you.”
“Tell me what you did today.”
Oh gosh, was this boy being serious? I was in the middle of one of the greatest pleasures I've ever had and the boy was asking me for story time, like seriously?
“You want me to tell you what I did today?”
“Yes.”
Sighing, I finally obliged him.
“Sara made me act as an extra in her film,” I said in almost a dream like way as Angelo was just doing wonders to my body and it was making me feel both drowsy and turned on.
I heard him silently chuckle. “How did you find it?”
The answer got stuck on my lips as I felt Angelo's fingers tracing my stretchmarks up and down and it was then that I really thought this whole massage thing was a bad idea, I'd totally forgetten too about my cellulite festered butt. I tried to swat his fingers away but I was in an awkward position to successfully do so..
“Baby, I'm right here, calm down. ”
A statement as ridiculous as that really shouldn't have helped calm my defences – but for some reason it did.
Still feeling a little uncomfortable, he continued to massage, and I must say he was pretty professional about it - well that was until he stopped. I was in the least pleased about that.
“What's wrong? Why did you stop?”
“I told you to tell me about your day.”
“I told you your mum got me to -”
“No start from the beginning.”
Rolling my eyes, glad that he couldn't see me, I did as I was told so he could get on with pleasuring me. After recounting the mundane parts of my day I told him about what his mother made me do.
“Ha should I get an autograph now before I have to pay for one?”
“That wouldn't be such a bad idea,” I jokingly answered but a this point I could feel myself forcing to keep my eyes open but before I knew it I'd fallen asleep.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Lucy, happy birthday to YOU!!!!”
I rubbed my eyes slowly, as I brewed in annoyance at having been woken up by singing – one of my strongest pet peeves.
I rubbed my eyes thankful that at least the curtains to the room were closed or else I would have punched my boyfriend in the face.
Still-half asleep, I saw Angelo standing by my bedside with a small round cake with a single candle lit in the middle fully dressed in blue jeans and plain grey top.
A reluctant smile blossomed on my lip before turning into a full blown giggle at his over the top singing reminding of Sara.
“My birthday was yesterday.”
“Yeah, but you never got a birthday cake.”
He was so sweet. Even though I was pretty much out of it, I raised myself to an erect position on the bed as he brought the cake over to me. I really must have been tired because I briefly remember Angelo waking me up in after the massage to put my pyjamas on and then falling asleep again the next second.
“I got you your favourite.”
“Red velvet?”
“Uh-huh.”
Eating something with such a high sugar content was never advisable at seven am in the morning – but whatever it was for my birthday.
“Blow your candle baby,” I did as I was told, and then after that he plucked the candle out, “d'you want a slice?”
“Yes plea-”
Sticky cold mess was slammed on to my face and not only that he held it in place for a few seconds making sure it smothered my whole face whilst crying with laughter.
“Oh my gosh Angelo!”
Too shocked for words, I got up off the bed and chased him round the room whilst he laughed finding the look of my face morning entertainment for himself- the boy even had the audacity to take several pictures with his phone.
Grabbing scoops of cake from my face, I began throwing it over to him, but he expertly dodge the hits and managed to escape the room.
Damn that Buttbag.
A.N: So sorry for the late update, hope you enjoyed the chapter either way.
I'm sure most of you have heard about the bombing that happened in Brussels and are deeply disheartened by it, but let's keep faith.
Please pray for Linda who is my translator for Beignet and lives in the Belgian capital, and ask that the Lord Almighty keep her and her family safe.
And everyone remember to read your Psalm 91's. We're only alive by God's grace.
Have a good day and God Bless :-)