Page 50 of Breaking Vincent

I turn around as I’m walking through the door frame, hissing as I rub my burning cheeks.

Before I can even open my mouth to bitch at him, he grabs my shoulders and turns me back around so I’m facing the inside of the room.

“Oh, holy Mother of shit. What is all of this?”

I step further into the room, seeing all the black rose petals sprinkled across the sheets. Flickering lights shine in the corner of my eyes. Turning around, I gasp again. Loads and loads of rainbow candles light up the room.

The whole thing is cheesy as fuck, but on the inside, I’m squealing like a 15-year-old girl who’s been invited to the school prom by her crush.

I twirl around and face David. His cheeks are flushed and he looks slightly embarrassed as he says, “Surprise…”

“You knew,” I state as I squint my eyes at him. “How the fuck did you know?” I step closer and closer until we’re chest to chest… or chest to forehead? The guy is short. “Did you know all this time?”

I’m shouting, I know I am, but I’m too pissed to care. I will be furious if he knew all this time and let me blame myself for fucking it up.

“Baby, calm down,” he begins to say, and I smack his outstretched hand.

“Don’tBabyme, and don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Jesus, ok. Just listen to me for a minute, would you?”

I cross my arms and tap my foot against the floor, the carpet is thick so you can't hear the taps, but they are there.

“I did know,” he holds a hand up to stop me from interrupting. “Not all along, I literally only found out yesterday. I heard William and Nate arguing in his office and then I met up with Jude to double check.”

“Jude knew and he didn't tell me! What the fuck is going on? Why are you gossiping about me?” This time it’s me who holds up a hand to stop the interruption. “You know what, I don’t care. Is this some type of sick joke? You wait for me to tell you everything and then you bring me here, with the room set up all romantic, so you can laugh in my face before you tell me to fuck off.”

I tilt my head back and groan at the ceiling. “Fuck this. I’m leaving.” I side step him and make my way towards the door.

“If you leave this room, we're done. If that’s not what you want then I suggest you get your ass back in here and let me fucking explain.”

He is pissing me the fuck off. My shoulders hunch up towards my ears and I twist my neck until it clicks, before turning around to look at him.

His arms are folded over his chest, making the material of his suit bunch up around his shoulders. Damn him for looking so fucking sexy.

I turn back around and look towards the door. “Make me,” I say through gritted teeth.

I wait a few seconds, unsure if he’ll follow me. I don’t hear his footsteps, so I take a deep breath and make my way towards the door.

Before I can grasp the doorknob, my head is snatched back by the hair in my ponytail. I’m so shocked at the force, my knees buckle and crash to the floor. When I open my eyes, I see him glaring down at me.

“Are you going to shut your mouth and fucking listen to me?”

My insides are tight with suspense, unsure how he's going to react to my next move. He previously told me he isn’t bothered by bodily fluids, so let's see if he's lying.

I slowly smooth my tongue against my cheeks, gathering up all the saliva I can. Dark brown eyes following the movement, one of his brows lift. “Don’t you fucking dar-”

His words are cut off by the sound of my spit hitting his cheek.

In any other situation I would be proud at how far I manage to land it. He looks pissed. And I’m literally vibrating with excitement as I wait for his next move.

With a surprising amount of strength, he drags me up to my feet and pulls my head down, pressing my nose to his. “Next time, try aiming for my mouth. Now, clean that the fuck up.”

Fuck yeah.

I stick my tongue out and swipe up the spit that's dripping down his face. With every swipe of the muscle, I’m just making his face wetter and I think he knows that.

I don’t want to push my luck, but I slowly move my tongue further to the centre of his face. He twists his head and I feel like a fucking dog as I lick him clean.