Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 35

Love makes people do strange things...

For me it's sitting alone in my office after work hours, trying to bury myself in work but failing surely.

I want to go home, but home seems to have another meaning lately.

I want to go back to the house and find Angel either sitting on the couch attempting to pass the time watching some soap opera that she doesn't care about as she waits for me to come home, Or maybe I'll find her in the darkness of our kitchen grovelling food like the foodie she is...

These thought brings back memories, and with this memories come feelings and with said feelings comes longing which only ends with sadness.

It's no longer the same. Nothing is. I slept with my daughter, then got engaged to Nora.

Angel doesn't wait up for me, she hardly acknowledges my presence, she's hardly ever there...on the other hand, Nora is everywhere.

In my bed, my living space on my phone, my mail, it's crazy! Like a daylight nightmare.

Though she doesn't work at my company anymore ever since we first broke up, she still finds a way to be around me at work.

Back then,when we started seeing each other, I thought I was good to her,so I wondered why she decided to call things off with a filmsy excuse that I was too preoccupied with Angel to have room for another. But now I think I understand. I don't blame her because now that I look at it, every time we went out on Dates, it's either I talked about work or about Angel's latest mischief. To me, it wasn't a big deal. After all, that's all I ever knew.

But it seemed to be a great deal cause it appears no woman wanted a man who rather than complimenting them and focusing on their moods and needs, keeps comparing their attributes with that of another woman. I guess that's why Nora ended things with me back then.

Honestly, I think I dated Nora because of her similar features with Angel...the big Blue eyes , honey blond hair and olive skin.

But now I know it ain't the same.

When Nora looks my way with her blues, I get that homey feeling you get when you're comfortable being in someone's company. The calm.

But when Angel look's my way, time it self seems insignificant. It always seem to take on different shades as her mood changes. One look got me on edge, with hair standing on end at the back of my neck, electrifying excitement, like I could do whatever, however.

I don't dispute the fact that both are wonderful women. I mean, Nora was there for me when I needed someone the most, even back when things were a little rusty between us, she set all those aside and stood by me.

Angel on the other hand, is like my heart.

My heart can skip a beat sometimes, run a mile at other times, make wrong choices, sometimes it brings me pain and other times it even burns ,leaving me feeling uncomfortable. That doesn't mean I need it less than I need my brain. I can't throw it away just cause it misbehaves, because honestly, I can't leave without it.

To me, That's how Angel is. She is my life source.

Having tried and failed to concentrate on any thing else other than my feelings for Angel, I decided to wrap things up and head home. It's not like I'll see her when I get there anyways. Since Nora had gone off to some business trip her company sent her to, all that welcomes me is the dark and total silence, while memories would be ones who hunt me.

I miss her. I miss her so much, how is it possible to miss someone who practically leaves under your roof? It wasn't even this bad when she was away. It's ironic. Once, I thought maybe, just maybe, if I told her how I felt she wouldn't feel so close but still so out of reach. Then I told her, and opposite was the case. Again I said to my self; "if only she accepted my feelings, maybe we won't be so out of reach" but when she did accept my feelings, guess what? We are still so close but out of reach yet again. Like the universe is trying her hardest to pull us apart.

On getting home, I was met with silence. The only light illuminating the living room was from the TV. As I moved closer to switch the TV off, I find Angel sprawled on the couch. She must have fallen asleep while watching a movie or so.

Taking a closer look at her under the dim light, I couldn't help but move closer.

The rays from the TV was directly concentrated on her, making her the highlight of the whole room. She was breathtaking, in a slack top that had ridden up above her mid section, exposing her panties that did nothing to cover her well rounded ass. Her smooth skin called out to me...

"Now that you know it's me, you haven't said any different from when you didn't." I told her softly in her ears, making her shiver at the proximity.

Her eyes were tightly closed and so was her fist. She was fighting this.

"Angel look at me..." I coarse, trailing wet kisses down her neck to her shoulders, and then I bit down, making her eye jack open compulsorily.

Now she was looking at me with mixed feelings. Feelings I couldn't comprehend. Making me question if I was doing the right thing.

"Jackson..." she whispered

"Hmm..." I responded.

"Are you drunk?" She asked

"Drunk in love with you? Then yes, I am." I responded, looking into her eyes, letting her know that none of my words were lies.

"But what happened to letting go of this feeling. We said this was a one time thing. What about Nor–" she began

"Shhh..." I shushed her by placing my fingers against her lips, looking into her eyes.

"I lied" was all I could say before the urge to kiss her overcame my rationale.

And just like that, I got lost in her once more...