Devilish Affection [18+]

18- First Date Success

He grabbed my hand and lifted his head to look up at me. "Talk to me. I'm a human in the same fucking bed as you and yet you want to talk to others. I'm trying not to feel hurt, baby." He held my hand and laid his head back on my legs. "What would you do with the two million?" He asked quietly, and I hummed, putting my hands in his soft hair.

"I would buy my house." I said with a smile on my face.

"Your house?" He asked with confusion.

"The one where you collapsed like a damsel in distress." I pinched his shoulder and he groaned, pinching my thigh.  " I'd decorate it. I don't think I'd ever live in that house but to know it's mine, that would feel nice. I'd give the house to a lovely happy family to live in it."

"That sounds nice, baby." He murmured as I played with his hair, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'd also go on a holiday with my mom. I think it would help us a lot to get closer, to be out of this country. We could go to the United Kingdom, or we could go to Turkey or Italy."

"Go Italy." He said. "I won't need to send protection with you. You'll be safe there."

"Then I'd go to Italy." I smiled. "Should I book a ticket now?" I tried to lift my hand but he pinned the hand that wasn't playing with his hair into the bed.

"I'll book the tickets for you and cut it out of your two million, just don't turn the light on your phone now."

I nodded my head, looking at him. "I think your love language is gift giving, Rafael." I said softly, as his hands tightened around me.

"I like touching."

"And that too." I giggled. "You like to give gifts and you like to be touched. You want to know what my love language is? I took a test."

He lifted his head up slightly, his eyes closed but his eyebrows furrowed. "There's a test?"

"An online test."I said and he nodded, laying his head back on me again. "My love language is acts of service."

"Ah. Makes sense."

"You think so?"

"Any sane person wouldn't keep a stranger in their house despite what they received, baby. At the end of the day I was a stranger and you didn't know who I was. You took care of me, you gave me food, you let me use your shower."He chuckled as if remembering the shower where he had fucked me in.

My hands froze in his hair for a second but I shook my head, trying to ignore how close he was to my thighs. "I think I'd buy Betty the Diner as well from Mick."

"Why?"

"She loves the diner. It's her happy place and she runs it better than anyone."

"What's your happy place, baby?"

"I don't know. I'm still figuring it out." I shrugged my shoulders, yawning. "Do you know your happy place?"

"Si."

"What is it?"

"Siete."

"I don't understand that."

"Don't need too. Now can we go to sleep?" He said and I nodded my head.

"I want to turn around." I said and he nodded, lifting his head up. I turned my body towards the left, turning my back to him and he groaned, but I patted my waist. "Put your arm here."

He didn't need to be told twice. Rafael moved up the bed and pulled the duvet up with him. He wrapped his arm around me, cuddling me as he moved his arm under my shoulder and I held his hand, closing my eyes. "Just friends, right?" His breath fanned over my neck as I held his hand tighter.