Teasing Phoenix novel Chapter 31

I’ve been in the bathroom a few times, puking my guts out, but it still hurts. My back is dripping with sweat, and I want to puke more. It feels like there’s a ball rolling in my stomach.

Thank God! Abby has a private doctor who takes care of me, and I don’t have to rush to the hospital.

Even my mother is a nurse, I hate hospital and I never visited her in her work. Just for a dental checkup, something about it that scares the hell out of me.

I curl myself in the comfy king size bed of one of the guest rooms at King’s mansion.

The doctor gave me something to relieve the cramps of my tummy, and I feel better for a while. He said it was not food poisoning—I might have eaten something that I am allergic to.

I know that I have allergies to mushrooms. There could be in the food we ate, but I didn’t taste anything like it or maybe I was just too famished after hours of shopping with the girls.

“Abby, where is Samantha? Is she okay? What happened? You sounded so worried over the phone.” It was the faint voice of Phoenix outside the door.

Crap! I’m gonna strangle Abby when I get my strength back. Does she really have to call Phoenix? I can’t face him when I look like crap.

I just want this moment, I just want to curl into a ball.

“Um, she might have eaten something.” I can hear the guilt in Abby’s voice.

“What exactly happened, Abby?” Phoenix sounds stressed. “And why didn’t you bring her to the hospital?” he demands annoyingly.

I want to roll my eyes, but I don’t even have the strength to do that.

“She’d seen by our private doctor. She will be okay, and she’s resting now.” Phoenix groans. “Can I see her now?” He asks quickly, making my body tense.

Abby, please, say no.

He can’t, and I can’t let him see me like this—I am so weak.

“Don’t you think she should rest first?” Abby response.

I release the breath that I’ve been unbeknownst holding too long.

“Abbygail Catherine, you shouldn’t have called if you won’t let me see her.” My eyes widen.

Is he angry at Abby? There are seconds of silence. My heart is beating faster.

“Fine, but don’t stress her out. She’s still weak.” When I hear Abby’s defeated voice, I sink into the warm duvet.

“What did you exactly feed her, Abbygail?” He’s not done.

I mentally groan. Can’t he just stop interrogating her? It was not her fault.

“She is allergic to something,” Abby answers.

He growls. “Did you let her eat mushrooms?” His angry voice roars from the outside.

“Phoenix, I swear I don’t know. We are all famished, and I just asked the head chef to bring their specialty, then we ate—” There’s a sadness in Abby’s voice.

“Whatever!” he snaps. “I will let Seb spank your ass, Abbygail!”

I close my eyes shut when my stomach rolls again. Now, they are fighting because of me. Seconds later, the door flies open. I don’t have to open my eyes to know who gets inside. I can feel the shiver down my spine, and his presence is overwhelming my senses—I feel alive, and my energy comes back as if I have never been puking my guts out.

The bed presses down when he sits at the edge. Now, I can smell him and feel his nearness, and his warmth alone ignites me like charging me.

He begins running his fingers through my hair. God! His touch makes me drowsy, and I want to sigh and just close my eyes, and his smell is intoxicating me. I can purr like a kitten because it feels so good. I missed this. I missed him.

He sighs in relief. “Samantha? Princess, are you awake?” His voice is almost a whisper, and I can hear the hesitation. He tucks the strand of hair behind my ear.

“Princess, say something if you’re awake, please? I wanna hear your voice.”

I wanna hear his voice too. I want him closer. I want to lie down in his arms and fall asleep. I want him to touch me that might relieve the pain I physically feel.

God, I want him inside me. Jesus, is this the effect of the drugs or the mushrooms?

“I’m okay, Phoenix,” I mumble.

I wish he can hear my thoughts. Does being sick makes someone horny? Because I want him to do me so badly. I mentally hit my head.

“Do you need anything? A tea, something to drink, something to eat. Anything Princess, just say it, please?”

I bite my lip to avoid blurting out that I need him more than any food or medicine right now.

He’s the food and the medicine I want. He’s my lifeline and my life.

God, I love him.

“Princess, do you want to take a rest?”

I want to roll my eyes even my eyes are closed.

Ugh! Why men are so dumb?

“Yes,” I murmur.

“Okay. Feel better, okay? Call me if you need anything, I’ll be just right outside,” He tells me quietly, running his hands on my hair one last time, then stands up.

I squeeze my eyes shut and groan—a groan that no one can hear even my own ass. I open my eyes when I hear his footsteps—he’s walking toward the door.

“Phoenix!” I yell, applying pressure on my cramping abdomen with my hand.

He stops and snaps his head back at me. His eyes widen in surprise.

“I need you, please?” I plead silently.

He’s in front of me faster than lightning, and it’s comical. If I have only the strength, I might have been laughing my butt out. He kneels in front of me with his eyes full of worries.

“What do you need, princess?” he whispers, rubbing my exposed arm.

I close my eyes to feel his warm hand and for the sensation spreading in my entire body.

“Can you stay with me?” I ask while my eyes are still closed.

“Of course, I will stay with you. Wait, let me get a chair, okay?”

“No.”

He stiffens. “No?”

“Stay with me in bed.”

“Are you sure?”

I manage to nod with my eyes closed.

When he gets in the bed, he sits beside me, leaning his back against the headboard after throwing some pillows away.

I turn my body to face him and lift my gaze up at him, he is glancing down at me. Our eyes meet—he looks worried, his brows meet together. There’s still a sadness in his eyes.

“Lie down beside me,” I whisper without breaking eye contact.

Did I eat something to increase my libido? Why can’t I control my desires? I should stop thinking right now.

Goodbye, self-control! I’m done controlling. I need him.

He gets inside the blanket silently—the same blanket I am using. He slips his arm under my neck, and I use it as my pillow, then he let his left arm draped around my waist, and our legs are tangled together.

I close my eyes to feel the warmth from his body and I’m drowning with my own desires. He feels good at my back. His breathing is tickling the back of my neck.

“Phoenix.” I almost moan just being close with him like this. Enough of pushing him away, and I need him back.

“I’m hungry and my stomach keeps grumbling,” I say in between blow, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“So, you can talk now, huh?” he teases and looks amused. “Seriously, how do you feel?”

“Not bad.”

“Slow down, my love. It’s hot.” My spoon hangs in the air.

I’m still processing everything that happened in this short time, and I like every damn thing about it. And I like it every time he called me my love. I feel special.

I blink then continue eating.

My heart is fluttering. Tyler and I were over, but Phoenix doesn’t have any idea, and I have no plan on telling him sooner. Let him chase me like what he said in my apartment.

***

“This house is so huge just for your mom and Mike,” I say while sitting on the couch at the balcony.

The cold wind makes me shiver, but it’s been a while since I am able to breathe freely like this.

“Abby grew up here. Mike has no plan to leave this place. This is the only memory of Abby’s mom. Mom is okay to stay here since Abby treats her as her mother.” He covers me with a blanket.

“Are you staying here for good?”

“Nope, Samantha. I have only one place I wanted to stay for the rest of my life,” he answers calmly, pressing himself to warm me. He then kisses the top of my head. “I will wait till the day I die if I can have a place in you. There’s nowhere else I wanted to be than to be with you. In your heart.” He points his finger to my chest. “But I want you to make sure if you really want to be with Tyler. I will still wait for you though because I wanna make sure if you break up with him he doesn’t get a chance to have you back because I will make sure that you will be mine forever. I made a mistake once, for letting you go, and if you’ll give me a chance, I’ll prove it to you that I also deserve a second chance.”

“Like I have a choice,” I snort.

He chuckles, “Will you come to my apartment tomorrow?”

I glare at him. “I’m not moving in with you, Phoenix!”

“I’m not asking, Samantha!” He glares back.

I can’t help but smile. “Then why are you inviting me to your apartment? I’m not going to have sex with you anytime soon.” That’s actually a big fat lie.

“I’m not gonna have sex with you too, Samantha.”

Ouch! I look down and hug myself. He laughs, his body shakes.

“Don’t be disappointed, my love. Never a day passed by I didn’t think of us making love together, in fact, I want to fuck you in this balcony hard and rough that you might be walking limp tomorrow.” He grins.

Bastard!

“But I don’t want you to cheat on him. I know the feeling of being cheated. When you’re done with him, I am always here. Waiting.” He lifts my chin, then kisses my nose.

I missed his smell, and I want to devour his mouth so badly.

Ugh! I’m not a saint!

Grabbing the back of his head, I crash my mouth into his and kiss him so hard and wet, and he moans immediately and kisses me back hard. He explores, tastes, bites, nibbles, and our tongues are shoving and fighting while we are sucking, groaning, and panting like we are starving animals. We both pull back.

“I told you I don’t—”

I press my finger on his swollen and red lips.

“That you don’t want me to cheat on him? I’m not cheating on anyone. I’m just kissing the man I want to kiss pretty bad since the moment I laid my eyes on him in that parking lot.”

His jaw drops. I stand up grinning and walk away.