His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One

by Kimberly Blalock

  I smile. “I’m fine, really.” He cuddles with me as I drift back to sleep.

  Evan greets me with tousled hair and a beautiful smile. “Good morning beautiful. Awe baby have you been crying?” he asks, setting the cups of coffee on the counter and approaches me slowly.

  “I thought you were gone.” I just let myself completely open up, everything becoming raw for him.

  “You did?” He runs his hands through his hair. “I’m really sorry Abby. I know that leaving the last time without saying goodbye after what,” he pauses, “after what we had experienced together was a serious dick move and it won’t happen again.” He brings his hand from his hair taking me into his chest, leaning down to kiss me ever so passionately, and I need it, I love it. He carries me back to my room and quietly makes love to me for most of the morning.

  When I look at the clock it’s nine fifteen and I’m exhausted. Our fingers intertwine in each other’s.

  He rolls over, laying on his arm. “There is so much I want to tell you Abby.” He glides his fingers down my cheek to my breast following to my flat stomach.

  I stare at his face amazed that I have given myself to him three times even if I have only just met him.

  “You can tell me anything.” I roll over, meeting his gaze.

  “I need to know who this Marco guy is to you.” Well, that hit me like a ton of bricks, making me remember something I don’t think I want to anymore, probably from guilt.

  “How do you know about Marco?” I haven’t told Evan about Marco.

  “Dom told me a few things when he threatened to cut my balls off if I hurt you.”

  I roll over to my back, throwing my hands over my face. Why would Dom tell him something that personal?

  “I have to know.” He nuzzles me.

  “Well, first of all,” I pause to pull away, “that’s none of your business and second of all, he left me three months ago to go back to Brazil,” I say as I get up, throwing my robe on.

  “Wait.” He grabs my arm. “WAIT, I just need to know that you aren’t in love with him anymore.”

  My morning just turned to shit. “Why do you need to know that? I’m sure this is just a simple fuck her and leave her.”

  I turn to look out the window and Evan follows me from behind, pulling me into him. His body is stiff behind me as he holds me tighter than he had before.

  Evan’s body stiffens as his phone rings.

  “Hold that thought.” He lets go of the hold he has on me to answer it.

  “E,” silence, “Yea,” silence, “fuck,” he goes silent again, but I don’t see the look on his face because I’m still looking out the window.

  “Abby, there is nothing in this world I want to do more than stay here with you all day, but I have to go to work for a little while...Ok?” He searches my face for my reply, but I only nod. His phone beeps and he’s gone with the door shutting behind him.

  I gaze out the window while sipping coffee and snuggling into the armchair. My phone beeps with a text.

  Unknown Number: Someone you know has big secrets Abigale.

  Unknown number huh?

  Abby: Who is this?

  Unknown Number: Oh Abigale

  Abby: If you want to be creepy I don’t want to know.

  I immediately go to my phone settings and block the number, even though an unknown number can’t really be blocked, can it?

  I slip into the shower, letting the hot water hit my needy body as I think I’m going crazy. I’m falling for someone I literally just met, and I’m falling too hard, too fast. And I can’t stop.

  Sunday in the park is always busy with families, people running, and others walking their dogs. I need this today, to run and get my head on straight. Evan is burning a hole in my heart and my head. He’s embedded there and I’m not able to think of anything else. The mind-blowing sex, his eyes, his touch, his kisses, and the thought that I have all of this, is amazing.

  I can’t breathe when Evan is around me, I can’t see past the perfection and the lust. I need this run to get me back to me.

  I know that I don’t want to be the weak Abby. I want to have a clear head and I most certainly don’t have that when I’m with my god, my Evan.

  He builds me up from the depths of my core and catches me when I fall apart around him. It’s crazy to me, I thought Marco was my everything, my world, and I’m seeing now that his love wasn’t even close to the love that I want or need. And now all I want is Evan.

  If Marco comes back, what will I do? What will I say to him? I don’t know, but a little part of me hopes he never does and for that I feel like the worst person in the world.

  My iPod plays Sail and I smile. I feel so free running on this track. I’m an independent woman with real passion and real needs; needs that are being met with every detail catered to. How can I not smile? My heart swells with each leap I take in my running shoes. A couple passes my swift glide through the track. They look to each other as they pass and smile with adoration. I love seeing people happy.

  My iPod blares with TIAAN’s Devil’s Touch now, and all I can do is remember the way Evan touched my body, knowing that the lyrics are right on with the permanent touch I felt from him. His touch is a devil’s touch. So sinful and loving at the same time, and the way he looks at me.

  I make an extra attempt to push harder in my run to release the need I have for that beautiful man. The truth is that he can bring me to my knees. I smile at the thought, I want to be on my knees for him. I want everything; his kiss, touch, his hardness in me, everything. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to get my focus back.

  My run takes me two and a half miles and I’m ready to collapse on the ground. I really am out of shape. I would have run five or six miles before Marco left, but after he did I was in a funk and didn’t really care about anything, let alone running. Now, however, I definitely need this, I need the release before I explode from the sexual tension that seems to grow every second Evan is in my life.

  I stand next to the track with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath, making a mental note to start out a little slower next time. I decide I’m going to end my run and finish with a walk back to my apartment.

  The day is a perfect eighty-two degrees, sun shining, with a slight breeze passing through my hair. I pass the fountain Evan and I sat at, splashing our feet. A smile breaks onto my face as I mindlessly sit at the edge splashing the water with my hand.

  “Hello Abigale.” A man’s voice brings me out of my reverie.

  I glance up, seeing a man standing next to me. He’s dressed in a tailored grey suite and designer sunglasses.

  “Donovan. Right?” I ask him. He laughs, more to himself than to me.

  “Yes,” he says seeming indifferent.

  “What are you doing here?” This is a little bit stalker-ish. I slapped him and now he’s approaching me like he knows me?

  “Oh, you know just at the right place at the right time. So what’s a girl like you doing in a park like this?” he asks jokingly with a half-smile on his face. He seems different today, but I still see a freaking stalker.

  “Oh you know, just trying to see what all the workout-hype is about,” I joke back with him mostly because I’m nervous and have nothing intelligent to say at the moment.

  I hear Amy in my mind warning me to stay away from him, but I’m not a child I can handle Mr. Mysterious.

  “Well I need to get going,” I announce hoping that walking away this time will be easier than it was at en Fuego.

  Donavan stares at me behind the dark glasses not saying a word.

  “So, I’ll see you later.” I shift my head down and look up from under my lashes.

  He doesn’t budge from the “ Rico Suave” position he’s holding.

  “Ok, so- goodbye,” I continue. As I begin to walk away.

  “Abigale, I would like to spend some time with you.” He reaches his hand out from his pants pocket to my bare arm.

  The way he touches me isn’t a
turn on at all. As a matter of fact it feels like I should run. The hold he has on my arm is possessive. He is taking ownership in that one second and it scares me. My heart begins to pound in my ears. Fight or flight and all that. I open my mouth to speak, but the words have run away. Damn it!

  I jerk my body away in response to the fear that I feel in my gut now.

  “Abigale, calm down its ok. I’m not the one that’s going to hurt you.

  While his words are a little gentler than his touch He is so full of himself. I’m not an object and I damn sure don’t intend to be treated like one.

  “Why would I think you would hurt me? I don’t even know you Donovan and I’ve damn sure not given you a second thought.” I need to put this guy in his place

  “Have dinner with me.” This is not a question. I assume this mostly because of the firm way it slips from his mouth.

  “Uh, maybe some other time,” I answer as I pull away. I have no intentions of having dinner with him ever, but my inner sexy fierce bitch has bailed and I’m too much of a chicken shit to tell him that.

  “Abigale, don’t be so coy. I see how you look at me.” Donavan says confidently and I’m going to call him out on it.

  “Cocky much?” I huff. “I have to go.” I forcefully pull away this time.

  As I turn to walk away from Donovan I run directly into Evan’s chest. What the fuck is he doing here? I’m grateful, but seriously why is he here? And why do I feel like I’m at the center of a stalker fest?

  “Evan?”

  He pulls me into his chest and then easily shifts my body to his side so that I’m no longer in between him and Donovan. He grabs my hand protectively, I think.

  Donovan holds his glare to Evan and doesn’t say a word. Evan’s body is hard and his posture is tall. I see the dark side of Evan emerge; pulsing veins, dark eyes, and his fists clenched together at his sides. He had the same body language at the club Friday. He looks like a territorial pit bull.

  “Abigale and I were just discussing dinner.” Donovan laughs. “Really you should consider learning manners.”

  “Not going to happen Damassi, you have nothing that Abby needs or wants.” Evan snaps, pulling my hand and immediately leading me away from the fountain.

  “Evan, what the hell?” I pull away from Evan mostly because I’m not a child and I have no intensions of being treated like one. I whisper, and I’m embarrassed that he’s just made another scene with the same man in less than a week.

  “You heard the lady,” Donovan responds.

  Not the time Donovan. I say with my eyes. I don’t know what his eyes are doing because they are still hidden behind the dark glasses. “Let’s go Abby,” Evan orders. I don’t like this controlling Evan.

  I don’t know what he sees when he looks at Donovan. Donovan does seem like a strange guy, but I don’t think it requires crazy Evan to emerge from wherever it is he’s kept.

  I don’t want to let Evan get away with this controlling behavior, but I really want to see him. The release I need can only be accomplished with him.

  Evan leads me towards the parking lot, placing his hand on the small of my back. This simple contact is what I have craved since the last time I saw him, which was only a few hours ago. I have it bad for this man.

  I glance at his hard face. He looks stressed about something could he be jealous or pissed? We aren’t exclusive. Well I don’t want anyone else, but I don’t know what he wants and I’m damn sure not going to ask.

  Evan opens the passenger side door for me. Once I’m in the seat his hand meets my face, trailing down my cheek. He’s so gentle with me and yet so fierce with Donovan. Evan is two people.

  “Abby, I really want you to promise me that you will stay away from that man.” He looks down as he speaks. The lines on Evan’s forehead show defeat, worry, and concern. I don’t like seeing him like this.

  “Spend the rest of the day with me.” This is not a question.

  Evan wants this and so do I. Seeming too eager may be the last thing in the world I should be. I lift my head to Evan and respond as his hand finds mine, squeezing tightly.

  “Please,” he continues.

  “Ok,” I whisper. A bright white smile breaks out on his face.

  “Ok,” he mimics.

  Chapter Eight

  Abby

  Evan waited patiently in the living room for me, it took me only thirty minutes to shower and primp for our date. He won’t tell me where we are going, but only that I need to be comfortable. I decide on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a grey V-neck t-shirt. Ballet flats and my dark hair pulled to the side in a fish braid complete the look.

  As I make my way to the living room, Evan takes three long strides towards me, taking my face into his hands and landing his possessive lips to mine.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

  My need is back in full force. The burn is back, the burn I need him to extinguish.

  “I have a surprise for you.” His tongue enters my mouth with his declaration.

  “Can’t we stay here?” I whine, wanting nothing more than to have every single inch of this gorgeous man.

  I hear a laugh come from his throat as his kisses become fire, causing my lungs to burn. I feel his hard length pressing up against my belly. He pulls away taking my eyes into his. His arms tense at my hips; the separation appears to cause him great pain.

  “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.” He pulls me into his hard chest and places a kiss to the top of my head. I grab my cross-body bag as we head out of the apartment. Hand in hand.

  I glance to my phone and see that it’s only two o’clock when we arrive at the Santa Monica pier. I look to Evan and see the ear-to-ear grin on his face as he watches me.

  “Have you ever been here?” he asks as he reaches for my hand.

  “When I was twelve,” I pause. “I was here with my parents and Addie. We had so much fun.” I look to my hands.

  “Damn it,” Evan says to himself, I think.

  He looks at me when he realizes I’m watching him. “Hey, let’s have some fun and see how much cotton candy we can eat,” he responds with another glorious Evan smile.

  “Oh, I’m sure I can handle some cotton candy,” I laugh.

  I haven’t really taken him all in since he picked me up from the coffee shop. He’s amazing. Dark wash jeans, blue V-neck t-shirt that is its usual size too small and hugs his defined chest and arms. Dark tousled hair, and the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

  We walk along the pier hand in hand, my heart skips as I watch this beautiful man. I shake my head as I realize he’s here with me. The girl that’s broken. I’m not special; I don’t have the hottest body. I don’t have a bad body by any means, but I see the perfection in the magazines and I don’t kid myself that it can always be better.

  I’m certain that having only known Evan a few short days he will soon see the light and find a woman that’s good for him. A woman that matches him and his perfection. But, I want this god to pick me.

  I squeeze his hand a little at my thought. He must notice the slight increase in my hold because he turns and looks at me with a soft smile.

  We approach some kind of a bean bag toss game and Evan faces me with an ear-to-ear grin. “I’m gonna win you a teddy bear,” he says, pulling me into his chest, grabbing my hand as he pulls me to the game. “Hey, how much to win my girl the big frog over there,” he says, pointing to the adorable green frog that holds a crown on its head.

  When he announces that he wants to win ‘his girl’ the frog my heart beats against my chest with excitement. Abby you are getting way ahead of yourself and you need to stop. I take a deep breath as my heart paces a normal rhythm again.

  After only two tries Evan wins, claiming victory of the frog and then continues to win me the princess that goes with the frog.

  “Evan really, the frog is good, I don’t need the princess too,” I laugh.

  “They have to stay together, you can’t have a prin
ce without his princess, it just shouldn’t happen, end of.” He laughs with me now, a sparkle in his bright blue eyes.

  “You are absolutely right,” I agree, hugging his left arm with the smile not removing itself from my face.

  I love this, the normal things that people do when they’re on a date.

  “How about that cotton candy you promised?” I playfully tug on his arm, pulling him in the direction of the cotton candy vendor.

  “I haven’t done this in so long,” he says as he pops a large piece of fluffy blue cotton candy into his mouth.

  “What’s that?” I ask, swinging my legs back and forth on the bench as I join him in eating the cotton candy.

  “This, I love this…with you, doing this.” He sits back on the bench placing his arm around me, bringing me into his embrace.

  “So…Evan Young, tell me about the man?” I giggle. I’m playful with the question, but I’m really anxious to know as much as he wants to tell me.

  “There isn’t much to tell really.” His response isn’t what I hoped for.

  I want him to tell me everything from his first haircut as a boy to his blood type. I want to know everything.

  “Well…tell me about your parents,” I continue, prying for information.

  He doesn’t answer right away and instead shifts on the bench.

  “I just want to…get to know you. I’m sorry if it seems like I’m prying,” I break the silence.

  I know I’m prying, and if I’m honest, I really am not sorry at all. Maybe he doesn’t want me to know. We don’t know each other that well…not in that way anyway.

  I search Evan’s face for answers. It’s blank and he’s in another place, another time. I lean against his chest.

  “My mother…she passed away when I was four years old. I don’t really remember her. I do remember the way she held me, like I was the air she breathed, but I don’t remember much more than that.” He puts his head down, closing his eyes.

  My heartstrings pull as a tear falls for this man. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost my mother. She has always been such a big part of my life and such a big part of who I am as a woman.