Page 15 of End It All

I put all his shit back and walked over to the bed, staring down at my newest ward. What the fuck was he doing here? One night of being in his company wasn't going to give me any answers. And I had a suspicion Blake wasn't going to open up to me anytime soon. He moved, and the cuff around his wrist scraped against the bed. I could see it a mile away. The guy was a runner, and as fun as it would be to chase him and laugh at his attempts to escape, I wasn't in the mood.

Blake was sound asleep, all that talking and tossing finally fell away. If only he was half as peaceful awake as he was asleep, we'd probably get along a lot better. With his bag giving me nothing, I checked on Blake, making sure I didn't miss anything. My hands skimmed over his hip where his shirt had rode up. His skin was hot to the touch.

A soft groan slipped past his pink lips. He had really pretty thick lashes, soft cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and barely there was a light dusting of freckles and gorgeous black hair that framed his face. There were tattoos all over him. It didn't take a genius to know he had more on his torso. His neck sported a line of roses that reminded me of a choker, a spider and neatly designed butterfly. It would probably take longer than a day to map out every single one of his tattoos. The sticker sleeve look wasn't appealing on most, but Blake could oddly pull it off. Everything looked random but matched his energy as well.

Too bad he’s a Vitale. I'd rather dip my nuts in boiling water than get involved with them.

I pushed my fingers through his soft hair that smelled distinctly like my mango shampoo. The scent matched him perfectly. Blake's breathing hitched just slightly, and his body stiffened under my touch. I kept moving, seeing what he'd do. When my hands wrapped around his slender throat and there was no reaction, I had to applaud him. It must be nice to sleep that soundly.

I leaned forward until my lips nearly touched his ear. I blew, finally getting a reaction. His entire body flinched, and I laughed.

"Morning, baby girl."

Blake jerked away from me the best he could while still chained to the bed. Being the good guy I am, I let go of his throat, but not before squeezing just because I could. The slight widening of Blake’s eyes was comical.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

I tsked at him. "Not even my therapist asks me such rude questions."

Blake's brows nearly kissed his hairline, and he looked me up and down slowly as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. "You go to therapy?"

No way in fuck would I see a shrink. There was nothing wrong with me. "Don't look so shocked."

"I'm shocked because you should be locked away in a psych ward."

"Who says I never was?"

Blake squinted at me before shaking his head. "Can you uncuff me?"

"Why should I do that?"

He gritted his teeth, anger wafting off him in waves. He really was too easy to tease. "Because I asked."

"But not nicely."

A physical change came over Blake. His shoulders dropped and the anger was wiped off his face in a matter of seconds. His acting skills were better than my favorite porn star. I had to hand it to him.

"Pretty please, Quincy, uncuff me." He pulled off the innocent look.

But no one was innocent. I smiled. "What's the password?"

"I said pretty please."

"Eh! Wrong answer, you only have two more tries."

Blake's left eye twitched, but still he kept the soft smile on his face. He screamed bad boy but gave off princess vibes right now. "I really have to go to the bathroom."

I scrunched up my nose. "Gross, but no. Wrong again." It was like he wasn’t trying at all. "Man peaches, you're really bad at this, aren't you?"

"Who the fuck—" Blake took a measured breath before blowing it out slowly. "I don't know, open sesame."

"Eh!"

"Fuck! Come on, Quincy, stop playing."

"Who says I'm playing?"

Blake yanked on the cuff making it rattle more. "I have to piss."