Something Is Wrong With Me.........

Part 39

Dawns POV

I woke up with my back facing him, and his arms snugged along my waist. The way the air from his nose tickled my neck, felt good. I played with his fingers, which were longer than mines. They quickly grasped mine, and I felt his lips against my neck.

"Good morning, Mrs. Baker". I adored the way he called me that.

"Good morning, Mr. Baker. Say, what are we going to do today?". I faced him and spread my legs against his endlessly long ones.

"Well, we could do breakfast on the beach. Hang out with the fam, I have a concert later on tomorrow. You could help with the set up, then we do what we really came here to do". His finger tickled a spot right above my breast, his eyes still on mine. This guy really knew how to turn a girl on! He really knew what he was doing, and what he was going to get from it.

"Alright, I'll go and get-". When I leaned in to kiss him, I smelled perfume on his chest. My eyes widened and I felt a ache in my stomach. No, I thought. Not this shit again. I bit my lip, in order to remind myself to stay calm.

"Babe, can I ask you something?", his eyes narrowed at me, as we both sat up on the bed.

"Yeah, sure. Dawn the Don, what happened?". Why the fuck you smell like that?? I wanted to roar.

"Uh.. Why do you smell like perfume?". He gave off an annoyed look, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Not this shit again..", he mutters. I threw my hands in the air, and jumped off the bed.

"The fuck you mean? Why do you smell like another female?". I say, this time louder.

"Dawn, I am a fucking celebrity ! Time to time, we are required, to hug and sign autographs, for people. Last night. I hugged, a nine-teen year old who had me perform at her party, I did not fuck her. Nor, did I have any intentions to do so. Let me repeat that. Nine-teeeeeen". Not another word came from him, as he walked into the bathroom.

All I could was sit on the balcony and think as the time passed. Yeah, but wasn't I nineteen when he fucked me? ......

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist. You could see everything, everything.

"What's the matter Don-Don, cat got ya tongue?", he winked at me and walked off. I still couldn't forget the whole perfume situation though. I know damn well a hug from a chick doesn't leave you with her scent in you for that long. The fuck did he do, give her a bear hug?

I took a shower, ignoring Colsons wish to join me. I locked the door before he could even think about getting in.

"But-Please. I'll do anything". His fists softly hit against the door.

"No!", although I really wanted to, I couldn't. Sex is a powerful thing, and committed women know and learn how to use it.

"Pleaseeeeee?".

I got out after hearing his cries and pleads. He looked upset when I left the bathroom parading around in my towel.

"So it's like that ma?".

"Fuck it, I'm not even gonna argue. Ima go downstairs real quick and see if the reservations are still in place", I say while getting dressed. Colson stands behind me, rubbing his hands against my curves.

"Uh-uh. Not until I say so. Come over here, and show me what you're really made of?". He says throwing me onto the bed. Hit bit my lip, ignoring the few moans that slipped from my mouth. His hand rested above the collar of my sweatpants. Playing with the strings, he slowly pulled them out of the knot. I placed my hand on the band of the sweatpants, but he shook his head and smiled.

"This -this keeps getting in the way". Referring to my hand he moved it into his other hand, and placed my arms above his head. Before his hungry lips came crashing down onto my lips, the words, "Room Service", came from the other end of the door.

"Fuck", he mutters, stripping off his towel and changing into a black pair of boxers. As I walked out of the room, and into the corridor of the hotel, I bumped into the maid, and mumbled a "sorry". When her shoulder bumped into mine, all I smelt was that same perfume. Anger put my body into the incorrect state of mind. Instead of walking back, I checked on the reservations, and headed to the bar for a drink.

Make that two