Forty three

CHAPTER 43

SANTIAGO.

Was it just my mind playing tricks?

For just a minute while standing at the doorway I could have sworn that she was standing right there.

At the moment, I was walking back to the motel with two bags dangling, all I could think about was her .

"Right in time." Martha muttered soon as I walked in .

I was a bit startled. How in the hell did she get in?

"What are—"

"Get dressed, I just got a call we would be meeting with the Investor's in..." She glanced down at her watch. " One hour. "

" How did you get into my room? " I questioned.

A smile formed on her face as she held her fingers to her lips. "Not saying a word." She walks out gingerly.

She stops at the door. " One hour."

As the door closes, I sighed deeply to myself . It was one thing dealing with her and with the fact that she was sneaking into my room now—

"How did she get into my room?" I thought.

I groaned rather loudly as I dropped the bags.

I walked briskly and took my shirt off rather than looking around suspiciously, with Martha in the room for that long, one wouldn't know what she was up to.

Bypassing the mirror I walked straight into the shower and turned the faucet warm as I let it's feeling sink into my skin creating a sizzling effect.

I kept my thoughts from anything that started with a "G"... In a way I found it funny that after all this while I felt this attachment to her as though she was watching me.

"Damnit." I muttered beneath my breath running my hands through my wet hair.

I got out of the shower soon enough and

sent a text to Martha and got dressed.

Soon enough, I was standing in front of the mirror in a black suit, soon I made my way out walking toward the car park where she was standing close to my car.

"You look so good."

Anyone that knew Martha could guess what she was wearing—A black dress with a slant almost reaching her hips.

"I would say the same for you."

There was that feeling that I had to

stay away from her, but that seems impossible as she was caught up in this goddamn space.

As soon as I reached where she was standing, she ran her finger down the front of my shirt.

I held her hands. "Stop."

A bit of annoyance flared in me that she was making all this a bit more difficult with me.

"Why?"

I look at her confused. "I don't understand."

"Why do you make this all difficult, I know you want this as much as I do." She tries to touch me again.

" Stop! " This time I dropped her hand's with a bit of force. " We would get there late if you continue this way. "

" Fine! " She snapped.

" Fine. " She turned away from where I was and stormed away to her side of the car.

She slammed the door as she got in . She sat there not saying a word but gluing her head to the window.

I shook my head and opened the door to get in, I drove slowly as we hit the road .

In a way I felt uncomfortable with her sitting so close, enough that I could feel her presence right there, I could still smell her on my hands, and on my shirt everywhere.

The memory of her and where she had touched ran through my mind.

"I am sorry." I muttered to her without turning.

" What do you want? " She asked and turned to look at me .

I rolled my eyes. " Are you at this again? "

" Yeah, we need to settle this once and for all. "

" Martha. " I groaned. " Not now. "

" Ever since she came , Glenn or whatever her name is you've been acting all weird and now she is gone —"

" Don't bring her into this. " I stopped the car.

" Who? " She looked flushed. "Glenn? Why won't I? "

A chill ran down my back at the fact that she Kept saying that name, the mere

thought of it sent my nerves racing as I gritted my teeth and tried to shake the strange feeling off.

Nonetheless, I knew we wouldn't get to reach the meeting on time if she kept on doing this.

"Santi, don't you get it … I love you, I want you more than anything."

I could feel her little fingernails digging into my biceps, I could feel every bit of it the tension as it ran all over me.

I braced my hands on the steering wheel and shut my eyes.

Why won't she stop?

The fact she was touching me filled my mind with so much lust, it was as though I was caught in her web already a ditch she made, it was as though I was in a corner of her territory and all that was left was to be devoured.

I was most certain she knew I was caught up in whatever this was at the moment—

"I want you Santiago." She leaned in and whispered in my ears.

"We would be late." I warned again.

She kissed my neck. "Fuck them, we can always reschedule."

"Martha—" I groaned out again.

I was lost, completely gone—because Martha fucked with my head, deep in my mind was still the anger that she left.

The fact that I would take her right there and would give her anything she wanted.

The fact that I wanted to fuck her raw, so fucking raw till she moaned my name.

With the meeting completely ruined—with Martha kissing down on my neck I gave in to her.

"Let's go back, we can't do this here."

"Yeah, let's go back."

I ignited the car and made my way back to the motel.

As the car sped through the road all I felt drift through my mind was that anger I had at myself for letting Martha leave, I was ready to channel it into whatever the night was going to bring.

I'd probably regret this by day break but tonight…

Tonight, I would Sin.