Heaven's POV
I was so happy to see that he liked it and I was doing it right.
"F*ck yeah you are!" He groaned out some more as I kept rubbing my hand on it even faster, while he encouraged me to continue with my acts.
I wanted to taste it again, as I slowly slid his rod into my mouth, sucking on it and gulping it down like my life depended on it.
I played with his balls as well, while I continued to suck on his rod.
"Good girl…." He groaned, throwing his head backward.
I noticed that his eyes were closed, and I attempted to sit on his rod almost immediately.
"Bad girl" he chuckled, and shifted to the other side of the bed.
He looked at me and continued to stroke his rod, and with the way, he moved his body. I could easily guess that he was about to reach org*sm.
I watched as his load shot out from his rod like tasty milk, I wanted to taste it.
"No, you ain't doing that" he got up from the bed immediately, and I watched him do it, as if I was a little child that was denied ice cream
I had already changed the bedsheet before he came back.
"I want to lie down next to you," I said in a babyish voice, as I had already put on a robe with no panties.
"Your twins might face molestation" he warned, smiling as he got in bed with me, and warmed up to me.
"I don't mind" I blushed, while I laid my head on his chest.
I swear I heard him k*ss me on the head, before I fell asleep again that morning.
Zamiel's POV
I walked into the hospital with some flowers in my hands, and found her bed empty.
I wonder where she must have wandered to, so late in the evening.
"Hey" she struggled to walk towards the bed, she looked very weak.
"Why are you like this? Didn't I ask you not to leave this place? So where did you head off to?" I squeezed my face, dropping the flowers on the table, as I carried her in my arms.
"I never knew I had a babysitter" she raised an eyebrow at me. Wait? Did she just call me a babysitter?.....
"What are you thinking about ?" She snapped her fingers in front of me, when she noticed I had drifted off in my thoughts.
I didn't say anything to her, I just looked at her angrily, I honestly wasn't angry. But, I couldn't deny the fact that I was displeased, by her referring to me as a babysitter.
"I'm sorry, I just went to ease myself" she giggled, as she brushed away some strands of hair from her face.
"Oh…okay" I shrugged, handing her the flowers.
She sniffed them and sneezed.
"I am so…sorry" I panicked, taking them away from her almost immediately.
"Are you allergic to flowers?" I asked her, but she was too busy sneezing to answer me.
So, I headed out to get the doctor.
"She doesn't seem to be allergic to flowers, she just needs to avoid them, while she is on medication for now.
The medications are very strong, and can stir up certain reactions" the doctor informed me.
"Wow! It's so nice to hear that, but this information could have helped me a lot sooner, don't you agree?" I snapped at him.
I was already feeling guilty that I almost ran her over with my car, and now this?
"I'm sorry, I will just get rid of them" he went away almost immediately, as he took the flowers with him.
"Congratulations, you scared the doctor" she looked at me funny.
"Very funny…." I wanted to say something next but, I guess the cat got my tongue….as I couldn't even open my mouth, not to talk more of voice anything out.
"What's your name?" I asked, remembering that I hadn't asked for her name all this while we have been talking.
"I'm glad you asked, now you can guess. '' She wanted to give me more trouble ,than I bargained for in the first place.
"If I was so good at guessing, then wouldn't I know your name by now?" I narrowed my eyes, taking a seat next to her.
"Hannah" she responded slowly.
I liked her name a lot, it sounded so cute and innocent, but no doubt that she seemed to be very mischievous.
"And what's yours?" She asked me, and I remained silent.
"Should I wait for destiny to tell me?" She asked again, lifting one of her eyebrows.
"Not really" I chuckled…. remembering that I told her destiny will decide if we would see each other again ... .that was when I met her before hitting her with my car.
"Zamiel" I responded before she could ask me any further questions.
"That's a very unique name" she smiled at me, blushing.
But, why was she blushing all of a sudden?
"Hannah is also not very common, so tell me, Hannah? Which of your family members do you want me to call?" I asked her, and the silence returned.
She didn't even want to look at me after I had said those words.
"I don't have any family member you can call, '' she uttered, and finally got herself to look me in the eye again.
"Oh so sorry about that. Are you an orphan?" I found myself asking more questions.
"You can put it that way" she pressed her lips.
And I saw the way she was about to tear up, so I avoided asking any further questions. I didn't want to bring back any painful memories, that is if she had any.
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Zamiel's POV
"I didn't think you will return home tonight*" Imogen sat on the couch, busy with her phone, while the TV was still on.
She didn't even turn her head, so I wondered how she knew that I was the one who entered.