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Golden God: Chapter 28

Chapter 27

Series Masterlist

Characters: Cowboy!Angel x black!reader

Summary: Angel find reader’s work husband to become more of a nuisance than he would like.

Warnings: Smut of course! Car crash, minor injuries, and some good ole jealously. Oh and the W/C is about 6k+, sorry about that 😬

A/N: Remember I’m not doing anymore taglists so just be on the lookout for fics. And if you want more of my works go check out my masterlist!

😬Gif credit: @pedropcl

From the texts you were getting from Angel, you could see that he was not having the best day at work. His answers were short, they lacked emojis, and scariest of all he wasn’t flirting with you. Good thing, you had planned to bring him lunch today.

Grabbing lunch and a dessert for his assistant (who truly deserves it because she deals with grumpy Angel all the time), you headed out of your office. “Alex, you’re in control. Do not burn down the office.”

“You sure you don’t want me in control?” Zane, your assistant playfully sneered.

“Zane, you’re just as likely to burn this place down too. Remember whose idea it was to have a nerf gun battle in the office?” You arched an eyebrow at him while you had a crooked smile.

Zane held his hands up in surrender. “In my defense, I was still hungover from the night before and Miss. Ma’am, don’t act like you didn’t join the fun.”

“Yeah,” Alex saddled up next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I think you were madder that we started the game without you than us actually playing.”

Using your hand, you covered your face because that was absolutely true. By the time you got back to the office half of everyone was already out, so you could only take out a few people because there was a meeting right after. You’ve never felt so betrayed in your life before. That’s why you got them with a water balloon fight in the park and was the champion of that.

“Whatever.” You mushed Alex’s face. “I’m going to drop off lunch to Angel. I’ll be back in no time.”

“Damn, I didn’t think Reyes was a minute man.” Alex couldn’t stand the attention Angel was getting from you. Yes, the two of you were a couple, but Angel was greatly undeserving of you.

Zane was picking up what Alex was putting down and he didn’t like it one bit. If Alex wasn’t so self-absorbed, he would be able to see like everyone else that Angel made you happy, like extremely happy. One mention of the man and you’re beaming like the sun. “Nah, don’t do Angel like that. You know she’s gonna come back in all wobbly legged and shit. Probably won’t even remember she has a meeting right after.”

“Oh shit, I do have that. Zane, please-,”

“Text you 20 minutes before it starts. I got you, boss lady. Enjoy lunch with your man.” He pushed you into the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, Zane gave Alex the ugliest of looks. “Why you gotta be like that?”

“Like what?” Alex shrugged and walked back to his desk.

“Ugly. Always talking down on the one man that has YN’s heart.” Zane followed Alex into his office.

Alex buried his face in paperwork. “It’s a phase, just like Paul was.”

“It’s not. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on.” Zane left with that wise word before Alex could say anything else.

Thankfully, Angel’s office was just a five minute walk from yours. You were smart to choose this building because you and Angel were constantly going back and forth to each other’s offices.

In the elevator, you were in there with a girl who was visibly upset about something. “Are you going to see that Reyes asshole?” She fixed herself up.

You bit back a laugh. This was why Angel was upset. Another woman was throwing herself at him during work. That was Angel’s pet peeve. He always comes home complaining about how unprofessional these women are that flirt with him with no shame.

By the looks of it, this was the worst kind of flirt. Subtlety wasn’t in her vocabulary. Her buttons were undone to the point that all you saw was cleavage and her skirt was more appropriate for the club than the office. You took into account that she had a curvier body, but the way she was dressed you could tell business was the last thing on her mind.

“Um, actually I am. Should I be worried?” You played along. This was your chance to finally interact with one of these women. Usually, Haley, Angel’s assistant got rid of them before you could have a chance to ruin them.

“You’re pretty, so maybe you’ll fare better than me. But the guy denied all of this.” The woman basically did the Vanna White motion on her own body and pouted. “Like he should be lucky that I offered myself to him. Not everyone is lucky to get a taste of this. I bet his girlfriend isn’t even all that.”

That was doubtful, you thought to yourself. “You’re a total catch! The man has to be blind.”

“I know!” She stomped her foot. “And that assistant of his is a terror. I should file a lawsuit!”

Haley really deserves a raise. You’ll talk to Angel about it.

“Where’s my manners? I’m Kylie and you are?” she held her hand to shake yours and for you to introduce yourself.

“YN,” she shook the woman’s hand. “Angel Reyes’ girlfriend.”

All the color drained out of her face. Lucky for her the elevator brought you to the floor you needed to be on. “Have a nice day.” You blew her a kiss at her shocked face and laughed at the immense embarrassment she was no doubt experiencing right now.

When you stepped onto the floor, you saw Haley laughing with some coworkers. She was undoubtedly laughing at the bimbo she just kicked out.

Running up behind your favorite woman, you hugged her and dangled the chocolate croissant in front of her face. “Marry me?”

Haley snatched the croissant, turned around and hugged you back. “I think your boyfriend would have a problem with that.”

“Girl, fuck him. You got these bitches scared unlike him.”

Haley threw her head back and filled the whole office with her laugh. “You met Kylie?” She shook her boobs and did her best valley girl imitation.

“Man, you’re a godsend, because a minute in the elevator with her and I was ready to deck her ass.”

“Anything for you,” she blew you a kiss. “I’m sure if Angel could, he would’ve.” Haley looked into your bag because she could smell your delicious cooking. “Thank God you’re here and with food! He’s been unbearable this whole morning before the bimbo came in.”

“Let go put you out of your misery and feed the monster.” You unbuttoned your shirt and winked at Haley. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it hot stuff.” Haley laughed.

Angel was buried in paperwork’s, thankful for Haley’s presence. He heard the door open. “Haley that better be you.” Angel grumbled.

“Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Reyes.” You gave him your best breathy, femme fatale voice, leaning against the doorway to show off your shapely silhouette.

Angel looked up and a smile immediately appeared on his face. “Mi flor, thank God. Have you come to save me from bimbos?” He stood up and made his way over to you, giving you a kiss. Looking down at your breast, he bit his bottom lip and locked the door behind you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“No,” you pushed him away. “You need to eat Golden God. You’re driving Haley crazy. You need to give her a raise.”

“I’m already on it. Now let me eat my pussy.” He kissed you.

“Real food,” you turned your face and that’s when Angel smelled it. You smelled like a man, and it wasn’t him.

He took another sniff. “You get a new perfume?”

“No. Why?” You sniffed yourself and you didn’t smell strange.

“Why do you smell like a guy?” Angel’s brows furrowed. He led you to the table he has in his office, taking the food you had brought.

“Oh, must be my work husband. I wore his jacket today.” Sniffing yourself again, you picked up Alex’s scent. “Yeah, definitely my work husband. I wore his jacket today.”

“Excuse me. Work husband?” Angel’s eyes bugged out, making sure he heard you right.

“Work husband. You know how Haley is your work wife.” You set up lunch on the table.

“Who is it?” Please be Zane, please be Zane, please be Zane, Angel pleaded in his head.

You looked up at Angel incredulously since he wasn’t sitting down to eat. “Alex duh. Who else? Come eat.”

Angel shook his head. “I’m good, I’m not hungry. Eat though.” Angel despised Alex. The fact he was your work husband irritated him. Haley? Purely platonic. Alex? Platonic on your end, more romantic on his end.

Maybe you should’ve put on perfume before you left. You weren’t thinking about that when you left. All you wanted to do was see your man. “Babe you’ve been grumpy all day. Eat please.”

“I haven’t, Haley is overreacting. I’m not hungry.” Angel sat down and buried himself with his work again.

“Daddy,” you crawled on the floor and onto his lap. “Eat for me please.” You scooped up some food and held it to his mouth. Angel sighed. He opened his mouth and you put the spoon in. “Alright there, I ate.” He squeezed your hips.

“More,” you kissed along his neck as you held the spoon. Angel complied to your request. He finished his meal, and he fed you some as well so you two could eat. “I don’t like that you smell like him, you don’t have a jacket?”

Finally, you were appeased, and you calmed the beast down some. “I forgot it in my car. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” You massaged his shoulders.

“You smell like another man baby. You shouldn’t smell like anyone but me.” Angel was going to leave one of his jackets, no, two of his jackets at your job. He never wants to smell Alex on you again.

“Okay daddy.” You rolled your hips against his and began making out until Angel’s hands were getting a little wild. “I gotta go,” you pulled away when you felt your phone buzz. Checking it, you saw that it was Zane.

He pulled you back down. “Naw, you can’t start something and not finish it mi flor.”

“You should’ve eaten when I said so.” You got up despite Angel’s attempts. “I have a meeting.” You showed him the text from Zane.

“Time to close your legs boss lady.”

Angel threw his head back with tears in his eyes. “I like him. He should be your work husband.” Angel trusted Zane and also, he was gay, so no competition there.

Before leaving you stopped at the door. “You know you look really good in a suit. Well fuck you look good in anything.”

“You look good anything too mi flor, I prefer you in your birthday suit though.” He smirked.

You threw an empty water bottle at Angel. “Disgusting! Anyway, can I come over tonight?”

“You don’t have to ask you know.” Angel smirked. “I’ll see you later mi reina.”

A couple of days later and it was Angel’s turn to visit you at work. He brought lunch but when he saw you, he almost dropped it at the sight. You were perched on Alex’s desk while he fed you some food and held his other hand under your chin.

“What the fuck is this?” Angel questioned. His eyes were locked on Alex’s hand as it wiped some of the juices off your face.

“Hey babe!” Jumping off Alex’s desk, you met Angel halfway. “Calm down,” you whispered in his ear.

“Calm down? Are you fucking serious? He has his fingers near your mouth and feeding you? If you saw that you’d throw a fit.” Angel hissed.

You were not about to have a fight in front of your employees. You took his hand and led Angel to your office.

Alex leaned back and watched with a smirk. “Hey Angel.” He waved at Angel as he walked by.

Angel was about to take the bait, but you pulled him away. The nerve of this man. Angel was beyond fucking annoyed. Work husbands didn’t do that. That was too fucking comfortable. Angel walked in your office as you closed the door. He turned to face you and tried his best to keep his voice even. “He’s too fucking comfortable.”

“He’s just teasing you, but I’ll talk to him.” You wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed his chest. “How’s work?”

“It’s fine. I brought you food, but I guess you don’t need it.” He placed the bag on your desk.

“Don’t start that shit, Angel.” He loved to be passive aggressive, and you couldn’t stand it.

Angel shook his head and scoffed. “I’m starting shit? This motherfucker obviously thinks it’s okay to act the way he does around you. Again, if I did the same shit with Haley, you would be throwing fucking hands. But I’m crazy to think he wants more.”

A part of you understood what Angel meant. At times, you and Alex would get confused as a couple, so you knew you couldn’t do the same things as before. But they were always platonic. “I like Hayley you don’t like Alex so everything he does is gonna irritate you. I love you babe there’s no one who’s gonna replace you.”

Angel wished you would open your eyes, but how could he fight years of a relationship. There was things Alex knew about you that Angel didn’t. How could he compete with that? But then he remembered he was the one you came home to. “I love you too, but you need to talk to him for real. He can’t think shit like that is cool.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. “I will.” You turned away and went to your desk. “What did you bring me Daddy?”

“Your favorite dish from that Italian restaurant down the street.” He kissed you. “Go eat, I’m gonna head back so I can finish early.”

“No,” you pulled his hand. “Eat with me. Or at least stay like five more minutes.”

“Alright.” He followed after you. As soon as Angel sat down, you were in his lap, rolling your hips. You reached down and pulled his cock out and moved your panties to the side. “I’ll make it quick for you daddy,” you gasped as you sunk down on his cock. Angel threw his head back and lifted your skirt to see you sink down on his cock. “Such a beautiful sight, mi flor.” He licked his thumb and brushed against your clit. “You wanted daddy’s dick?”

Cupping his beautifully crafted face, you nibbled on Angel’s lips. “I always want daddy’s dick.” Angel stilled your hips and thrusted up into you. He intended for Alex to hear exactly who you belong to.

“Yeah baby? Who does this pussy belong to?” He held your arms against your back with one of his arms as he thrust up into you relentlessly, making you feel helpless as you took the assault.

“Angel!” You screamed at the top of your lungs but that earned you a smack on the ass. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Fuck,” resting your forehead on Angel’s shoulder, you thought how you got yourself in this situation. This was supposed to be you pleasing your man but now you’re just a blubbering mess. Your employees will definitely know Angel’s up in here doing some reconstruction. “This your pussy, daddy.”

“What was that?” He pretended to not hear you. Pulling your hair so your head was tilted, he marked up your neck as he continued to thrust up into you. Angel needed to let out some stress especially with the way Alex was being.

“Damn it, you heard me, daddy! Stop playing.” You swiveled your hips some. Angel slapped your face, not harshly, but fuck did it turn you on. “You talking back to me? Is my little slut talking back to daddy?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered.

Angel smiled and then spat in your mouth. “Better be sorry. Now make daddy cum.” Angel stood the both of you up and sat you down on top of your desk and powered drive into you. Words were not a thing for you. All there was were mangled screams.

“You got nothing to say, princesa?” He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Look at you, taking daddy in like the good little girl I know you can be. You gonna make daddy cum?”

“Yes daddy. Can you cum in my mouth? I want it for dessert.” Licking your lips, you gave Angel the hungry eyes.

“Nah, I’m cumming in my pussy.” Angel’s eyes closed at the sensation. He rubbed your clit, quickening his pace. You came with a scream, and he followed right after, filling you up. “Look at my good girl,” he slipped out of you and watch as his cum seeped out. He pushed it back in, moving your underwear back in place and kissing your clothed core.

“Fucking demon,” you chuckled as you pushed him away.

You walked into your bathroom to fix yourself up. Angel followed you into the restroom and kissed on your neck leaving a mark. “I gotta go, mi flor.”

You didn’t want him to leave but you walked him to your door. “See you later?”

“Yeah.” Then he grabbed both sides of your neck to tilt your head back and kiss you right in front of everyone, but the show was for Alex. “Love you.”

“See you later, dawg.” Angel tapped Alex’s desk as he walked by with a smirk.

Alex rolled his eyes. “See ya later man.” He couldn’t stand Angel. This life he had you living wasn’t you. Yeah, sure you’re a southern girl but you to be the girlfriend of a cowboy and move to some small ass town was so out of character for you.

When Angel finally disappeared behind the elevators you snapped back to reality. “Oh, Alex can I see you in my office?”

Alex pushed off his desk and strolled towards you. He made sure to subtly flex his muscles. He knew of your love for arms. “What’s up?” He closed your door but made no effort to move. He didn’t know where you and Angel fucked.

“The chair is fine,” you chuckled. “We didn’t mess around there.”

Alex let out a sigh of relief and sat down. ‘So, what’s up? Angel ain’t hitting it right?” Alex tilted his head and licked his lips, giving you a perfect view of his beautiful teeth.

“See that,” you leaned back on your desk, crossing your ankles and pointed at him. “You can’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” Alex furrowed his brows and leaned on his knees.

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. This was a conversation that you really didn’t want to have but you promised Angel you would and besides you knew you needed to. Even you noticed Alex was getting too comfortable. “The bad talking Angel. He’s my boyfriend and hopefully one day my husband.”

“Your husband? Come one YNN, this ain’t you. I get it you’re in love, but this life. Santo Padre? This dead fucking town? It’s not you. What sacrifices did he make for this relationship? I know you miss your family. What about those monthly brunches?”

You did miss all of that, but you also loved the family you made here. “Yeah, I do, but I have a family here as well. I’m happy. Also,” you scratched the back of your neck. The next part you really didn’t want to get into it. “Um, Angel seems to think that you, uh, that you want us to be more than friends. I mean I know we used to mess around, but that was practical, nothing because of feelings, right?”

Yes, it was because of feelings, Alex wanted to say. When you proposed to him that the two of you sleep together when you were both single, he thought he finally hit the jackpot. He was a sex god, so he thought it would be easy for you to see him as relationship material. Unfortunately, you only had sex with him until you met the next guy. After Paul, Alex thought he had a real chance. You were with him all the time, opening up to him more, and then bam you were gone and the next time he saw you, you were in love with some cowboy. “Naw,” he shook his head. “That has nothing to do with it. Remember that was just convenience. I just don’t want you to regret this later. You’re giving up a lot and he’s not.”

Reaching out, you held Alex’s hand. “I love you, Alex. You’re my best friend and you have a special place in my heart. Thank you for looking out for me but trust me these are worthy sacrifices. Angel is my future, so with that being said we got to cool it. It’s not respectful to Angel nor our relationship.”

“Someone sounds insecure.” Alex sang.

Taking your blazer, you whipped it at Alex’s sore thighs. “Stop that!”

“Ouch!” He almost jumped out his seat. “Low blow! And that was just a joke. I got you. Is it okay if I hug you?”

You rolled your eyes and opened your arms. “Of course, it is, nothing can stop our hugs.”

“Hey,” Alex stopped by the door. “Angel really doesn’t know that we used to fool around?”

“No, I probably should tell him.” That was another conversation you did not want to have. Angel already disliked Alex, but if you told him that then he would hate him and probably wouldn’t want you around him anymore.

This was the perfect opportunity. Alex knew you valued his opinion on men. He was going to use this as a way to cause a rift between you and Angel. Then you would come running towards him, the only man that was made for you. “Nah, keep it to yourself. You know how he overreacts.”

“You sure?” Your gut was telling you to say something, but Alex was the guy and he understood men way better than you did.

“I’m absolutely sure. He doesn’t need that in his head.”

Nodding to yourself, you sat down. “You’re right. I’ll keep it a secret. Thanks, Alex. You’re the best.”

“No problem, babe. No problem at all.” Alex left your office with the biggest smirk.

To keep everything cool, you cut down your quality time with Alex. You needed to assure Angel that he was the number one man in your life. But tonight, Alex asked you out for drinks and you went.

“Oh shit.” You stumbled a bit as you started walking towards the car.

“Nope.” Alex steadied you and took your keys. “You’re riding with me.” It took everything in Alex to stay a gentleman. You had a maxi skirt on with a high slit exposing your thigh, almost exposing your core.

You didn’t fight Alex on it. Those drinks got to you more than you thought it would.

Alex led you inside his car and buckled you in. “Dude, why are you still single?” You poked his cheek when he leaned across to buckle you in.

Heat bloomed at the spot you poked. That’s how it was whenever you touched him. “Waiting for the right girl.” Alex playfully bit the finger you poked him with.

“Nah, if you weren’t such a fuckboy you would have found a girl. Look here in Santo Padre.” You waved your hands around, gesturing towards the town. There were so many great women here he could be with.

I already found her. I just wished she would notice me. Only if Alex could form those words, but he couldn’t. For some reason, you were still stuck on Angel Reyes. He had his hooks in you and it seemed he wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon.

“I’m gonna set you up. I would say the ranch hand, but EZ is in love with her so, I gotta find someone else.” You started going through your mental rolodex to see what girl would be a good fit for Alex.

Alex side-eyed you as he peeled out the lot. “No thank you. I can find my own. I don’t need your help.”

“Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t be single.” You sung as you looked out the window. Everything was passing by in a blur. “Maybe you should slow down.”

Now you were the traffic police? Did Reyes make you a lame too? Before this you would be telling him to go faster, not to slow down. “My speed was never a problem before.”

“I know, but I got a bad feeling and Angel never drives this fast with me. Well at least with me in the car.”

“Huh? What was that?” Alex sped up revving up his engine to drown out your voice.

It was a horrible decision to do so though. His anger and need to ignore you, made him miss the warning about the other car that ran the red light.

Suddenly, your world was flipped upside down. Blood trickled down your face like a running stream, your body ached like you went through twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.

Even though Alex was ejected out of the car, he had few scrapes. He was sorer than anything else. His concern wasn’t even on himself. It was on you. The car was starting to catch fire. “YN!” He ran towards you, ignoring his aching bones.

Alex caught you in time. Just as he got a few feet away the car exploded. “YN! Stay with me!” He held you until the paramedics had to pry you from him.

When EZ called Angel, his heart dropped. You ending up in the hospital was his worst nightmare. Flashbacks of the aftermath of Potter’s attack flooded him. But then EZ had to tell him what happen and some of his worry turned into anger.

EZ was driving back home when he saw the whole thing. Yeah, it was the other driver’s fault for running a red light, but if Alex wasn’t driving as fast then the accident wouldn’t have been as bad. He debated on telling Angel the truth, but he knew Angel would learn about it eventually.

As soon as Angel got to the hospital, he was set on knocking Alex’s bitch ass out. He should’ve been more careful with you in the car.

“Can I see her?” Angel was frantic as he saw his little brother in the waiting room.

“Nah, the doctors are still with her. From the way they spoke to me, it sounded like it’s not that serious. There’s no need for you to worry.”

That calmed some of Angel’s nerves, but he needed to see with his own eyes that you were okay. “Then where’s that little bitch at?” By the time he would be through with Alex, the doctors should be done with you, and he’ll be able to see you.

EZ caught the look in Angel’s eyes. This hospital would be a bloodbath if he didn’t stop him. “Hey, just stay here in the waiting room with me.”

EZ may have been the baseball star, but Angel was the football star, and he had more experience juking people. “Fuck that! I’m getting Alex’s bitch ass and that drunk ass driver.” Angel spun around EZ and stormed down the hallway.

Thankfully, EZ had called for backup. He knew his brother’s reaction would be a violent one.

Coco and Gilly along with Franky were unwillingly protecting the assholes. EZ made them think of protecting Angel from attempted murder charges to get them to do it.

“Yo, get the fuck out of my way.” They were mostly in front of Alex’s room since he wasn’t hurt like the other guy.

“I can’t let you do that Angel.” Franky stood with had his hands on his belt, feet spread apart, and shoulders wide, trying his best to radiate power and authority.

Alex stood a couple of feet from the doorway. He was genuinely sorry, but he made no effort to stand closer to Angel. The state that Angel was in, and his own injuries left him in a disadvantage, which would lead to Angel beating his ass. “Look man, I’m sorry, but it’s not all on me.”

“Why the fuck were you driving so fast with her in the car?!” Angel didn’t give a fuck about the blame game. He wanted to know why Alex would put you in such dangerous situation.

“It’s never been a problem before. It was something we used to do all the time.” Even when he was in the wrong, Alex had to let it be known that he knew you longer than Angel did.

There was a shift in energy. From this exact moment, Angel knew he would never like Alex. Nothing could change that. You were here in the hospital hurt and he had to throw in who knew you longer card.

“Man, I don’t give a fuck about what y’all used to do!” Angel knocked over one of the carts in frustration. “That shit is over and done with!”

The finality of Angel’s words made Alex snap. Who the fuck did he think he was? “Man, trust you won’t be here long. At the end of the day, I’ve been there for her from the beginning. And if I’m remembering correctly, if you weren’t such an insecure little boy then that asshole wouldn’t have gotten to her, and your baby would still be alive.”

Time froze once those words came out of Alex’s mouth. At least they were already in the hospital and the police were there because a heinous murder was about to happen if EZ couldn’t get his brother under control.

“What the fuck you just say to me?” Angel stepped a little closer even with EZ in the middle.

“Please take the chance. Please take the chance. Please take the chance.” EZ whispered to himself. He knew Angel heard Alex correctly. Angel was just giving Alex an opportunity to change his statement before he went on the attack.

At this point Alex didn’t care. He was tired of Angel acting all high and mighty like he didn’t put your life in danger. “Nah, you heard me. If you were secure in yourself then your baby would be alive.”

All bets were off. He could take the assault charge and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to make bail.

It took Coco, Franky, and EZ to hold back Angel while Gilly held back Alex. A bunch of fuck you’s and just wait til I see you in the streets were exchanged between the two men.

You were in your room, hearing the whole thing go down. These two were stressing you the fuck out. “Hey doc, can you bring Angel in here? I know you’re not done with your exam, but if he’s not in here, he’ll tear down your hospital.”

“I’ll send the nurse.” Dr. Wilson agreed. The last time you were here Angel almost tore it down and there was no one there antagonizing him this time. “Nurse Phillips, can you get Mr. Reyes. And take security with you just in case.”

Anxiously you sat there waiting, while Dr. Wilson did her examination. Just as she finished Angel walked in, complete ignoring the doctor and laser focused on you. “Baby, are you okay?” He cupped your face, his eyes roaming the cuts on them.

“I’m good. I’m just a little banged up.” Kissing the palm of his hand, you hoped to calm him down some.

That was your answer to everything, so he asked the doctor about your injuries. She informed him that you had a concussion, bruised ribs, and minor cuts and scrapes. “A month to a month and a half and she’ll be good. Just no strenuous activity til then.” She smirked at both of you before walking out. “And oh, Angel, thank you for not damaging my hospital.”

“Nic, I kinda kicked over a cart.”

“That’s fine I’ll take it.” Things could’ve turned out a whole lot bloodier, so she can take a knocked over cart any day when it’s concerning a pissed off Angel.

To fuss at him or to not? He had a good reason to be pissed, but that didn’t mean he had to cause a scene with your best friend in the hospital. But also, no doubt, Alex said some slick ass shit to Angel. His mouth always got him in trouble.

“You know I could hear you all the way in here. What happened?”

Angel could hear the disappointment in your voice, but this wasn’t the time nor the place to address the issue. “I really don’t feel like talking about it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Reaching out to him, you grabbed his hand and kissed it. “I’m not gonna argue. Actually, I get how you feel.”

“What?!” That took Angel by surprise. He thought you would try to make up some excuse for Alex. Maybe you were finally seeing Alex for the snake he is.

“Yeah, I’m in the hospital again because of something that could’ve been life-threatening. And I know Alex. He probably said some slick shit and he’s incapable of taking responsibility. That’s why he’s the king of toxic.” Alex was your best friend and you usually defended him, but you weren’t completely oblivious to his flaws.

Angel contemplated on telling you what Alex said about that baby, but he couldn’t hurt your feelings like that. At the end of the day, Alex was your best friend, no matter how much he hated him. “Yeah, he couldn’t own up to it. That’s what pissed me off the most even if it really was the other guy’s fault, Alex should’ve never been driving that fast with you in the car.”

“Usually, I don’t mind, but tonight I had a bad feeling, but he blew me off.”

Alex was done for. Angel was going to rearrange his face.

“Angel no!” For someone with such a heavenly name he does some hellish things. “I will talk to him. Alone!”

Angel smacked his teeth but agreed. Plus, too many people saw him attempt to attack Alex. He would be suspect number one. “Fine. I’ll take you to his room.” He was able to get a wheelchair for you despite the fact you wanted to walk.

All Alex saw at first was Angel coming into his room, so he was gearing up for a fight but then he saw you. “YN!” He crumbled to his knees and rested his head in your lap.

There was a low animalistic growl emanating from Angel, so you lightly pushed him out. It was only Alex’s head in your lap. It wasn’t like he was laying on top of you. “GO!” You mouthed to Angel.

“Tell him to get up.” He mouthed back to you as he left the room by walking backwards. He wanted his eyes on Alex.

Lifting Alex’s head, you got it out of your lap, and you were able to look at him in his eyes. Your heart broke a bit at the tears in his eyes. “Hey, I’m okay King Toxic.”

“But you could’ve been worst. That dumbass should’ve watched what he was doing.”

And there it was. He didn’t believe he played a part in this. “Yeah, he should’ve but maybe you should’ve driven a bit slower. Even if you were over 10 of the speed limit, you would’ve been able to avoid it.”

What the hell was this? Usually, you would agree with him, not point the finger at him. “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who blew the red light.” He backed away and got defensive.

“I know that Alex, but it still doesn’t dismiss you for driving so fast. I even told you to slow down.”

“Really?! That fucker got to you huh? What happened to my old YN?” This felt worse than any breakup he went through. He was really losing his best friend to some lowlife cowboy.

Angel was about to come in there and put Alex in his place, because he must have forgotten where he was with the way he was talking to you. Yeah, he insulted him, but the way Alex was talking to you was really bothering Angel. Then he heard your tone get firm. It was the tone you used when someone tried to cross you.

You got up from the wheelchair because you needed Alex to see how serious you were. “His name is Angel not fucker. I already had this conversation with you, but I guess I have to be harsher. Either you learn how to respect him, or you get lost. Despite what feelings he has about you, Angel has always shown respect to you. You need to do the same to him. And old YN has grown up. It’s time for you to do so as well. When you do, give me a call.” You didn’t give him a chance to give a rebuttal. With Angel’s help, you walked out the room not sparing Alex a glance.

Petty Angel couldn’t help himself and he looked back at Alex and winked at him. Finally, he was put in his place and Angel didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s karma, bitch.

Even with you telling him off, Alex couldn’t accept Angel as the one for you. He wasn’t deserving of you, and he was going to prove that to you. What would happen if Angel so happened to learn the true nature of you and Alex’s relationship? Would he be as understanding and great of a man as you made him to be? Alex doubt that. Angel was an insecure, hothead who can’t handle anyone having interest in you. It was time for the cowboy to go.

Chapter 29

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Side to Side (Sugar Daddy!Gabriel Reyes x Reader)

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Taking things a bit slow, but I have some fun stuff planned for future chapters and I’ll update as fast as I can. Enjoy <3 -Valk

Gabriel had spent the better part of the weekend before he had received your call thinking about you. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had been infatuated with you as soon as you had greeted him—unable to pinpoint if it was your charming smile, your soft, caring eyes or the eager way you spoke to him. You couldn’t see it, but the way the sunlight had filtered in at your back when you were taking his picture painted you as something akin to an angel, giving you a glow that had captivated him. The way you spoke to him was easy, casual without seeming too unprofessional and that’s when he had decided—he wouldn’t mind keeping you in his company as long as you didn’t mind, either.

You had never flown first class in your entire life, enjoying the extra leg room and making small talk with the woman in the seat next to you, falling asleep halfway through the flight, grateful for the extra week after the grueling week you had had. Your exam had gone relatively smoothly and you had managed to write the rest of your paper in an excited frenzy Thursday night, motivated by the text you had gotten from Gabriel with your flight time and seat number.

As soon as all ten pages had left your hand and rested firmly in your professor’s, you dashed back to your apartment, grabbing the small carry-on you had packed the night before, petting Mira on the head, then dashing to the airport, shooting your roommate a text that you’d be out for a few days and asking her to feed Mira—but actually feed her, to which she responded she would and you could only hope at that point.

You awoke as the plane was landing, looking out the window with wide eyes, scanning the expanse of buildings below that was Los Angeles. You were actually here and the thought made your heart skip a beat as you descended, looking around curiously at the huge airport when they finally allowed everyone to exit the plane. You stepped out of the gate, looking around for a moment to get your bearings before spotting a man dressed in business casual clothing with a cowboy hat on his head holding a sign with your name on it. You approached him hesitantly, but he was surprisingly welcoming, motioning for you to follow him once he had confirmed your identity.

“I’m Jesse McCree—Reyes’ chauffeur and part of his security detail,” he stated as you walked through the airport, smiling at your curiosity, easily seeing why Reyes had taken an interest in you. “He wanted me to let you know that he has a meetin’ this afternoon, but dinner reservations are for 6:30. He wanted to give you plenty of time to settle into your hotel room and get ready. We’ll be by to pick you up at 6.”

“We?” You looked around as you approached the sleek black car you assumed was your ride, thanking Jesse when he opened the back door to let you slide inside. You were startled to find another man sitting in the passenger seat—a Japanese man with short black hair and brown eyes that met your gaze evenly when you sat down. You were quick to note the green dragon tattoo that peeked out from under the collar and right sleeve of the man’s shirt, impressed by the clean linework that you could see.

“This is Genji Shimada,” Jesse continued, answering your question. “Another one of Reyes’ bodyguards.”

“We’ve been re-assigned with your safety as our top priority, but yes,” Genji corrected Jesse, smiling at you as McCree started the car. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

The car ride to your hotel was filled with Jesse and Genji bantering with each other and dropping small tidbits about the city as you drove past landmarks. You found they were surprisingly easy to talk to, though Jesse was far more talkative than Genji was—not that you minded. The cowboy was sharp as a tack and Genji, though quiet, was perceptive, noting whenever something you saw out the window caught your eye. Jesse got out to check you in once you reached the hotel, both of them following you up to your room to make sure everything was in place before leaving you with a reminder that they would be back at 6 o’clock before shutting the door.

You looked around the room, almost afraid to touch anything. It was far more lavish than anything you had ever experienced in your life and you snooped around a bit, sliding the doors to the balcony open and stepping out. Your room had a gorgeous view of the city and you stepped inside to grab your camera from your bag, snapping a few pictures, not wanting to forget this. Once you were satisfied, you stood for a moment and leaned against the railing, letting the breeze brush past your face. It was surprisingly warm in the city considering it was December, but you weren’t going to complain, glad for a little bit of sunshine and warm air.

Your phone vibrating pulled you out of your head a bit later and you pulled it out of your pocket, finding a message from Gabriel displayed on your lockscreen.

In a meeting, but got word from McCree and Shimada that they delivered you to the hotel safely. Check out the bathroom if you want a taste of just what I could spoil you with. -GR

That piqued your interest and you stepped back inside, setting your camera aside again before padding to the bathroom and turning the light on. You were met with a view of a surprisingly modern bathroom, though your eyes quickly fell to the basket sitting on the counter. Upon further examination, you found it was filled with bath bombs, exotic soaps, and lotions galore that you definitely couldn’t ever afford. You were quick to respond to Gabe, settling on just sending him the heart eyes emoji and a thank you.

You sifted through the basket, smelling each of the bath bombs before settling on a lavender one, deciding you had time for a bath. You drew the water and threw the bath bomb in, stripping and settling into the water’s warm embrace. You hadn’t realized just how wound up you were with anticipation and apprehension until the water and the lavender scent began to soak into your skin and your aching muscles, relaxing you. You realized you could breathe again—your exams were over and even though you were far from home, you were sitting in an expensive hotel room relaxing in a divine bath with a delicious dinner and an attractive man on the itinerary. You couldn’t have asked for better prospects than in that moment.

An hour later the clock read 4:54 pm and your phone buzzed again—another text from Gabe.

There’s another surprise in the closet. Put them on. I’m sure you’ll look divine. Can’t wait to see you. -GR

You sat for another few minutes, unwilling to subject your body to the cold bathroom air just yet, but eventually curiosity got the better of you and you stepped out, draining the tub and wrapping a towel around your midsection. You moved towards the closet, sliding the door open, your eyes falling on a sleek, off-the-shoulder black dress that hung there. On the floor below sat a pair of strappy red platform heels. For a moment you were daunted—you hadn’t walked in heels since graduation at the end of your senior year of high school. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself, you dried completely off and slipped your undergarments on, mentally thanking last-night you for packing a strapless bra.

Slipping the heels on, you adjusted the bow that had been sewn on to the strap before tightening it to fit the front of your foot, surprised to find they actually fit (and leaving you wondering how Gabriel guessed your shoe size correctly). You then took a few brave strides across the hotel room and back until you felt you could walk successfully enough without twisting your ankle. After, you slipped into the bathroom again to put on a bit of makeup and fix your hair before pulling the dress over your head, looking in the mirror and admiring the way it hugged your frame. Upon further inspection, you decided to throw on red lipstick to match your shoes, finally fully satisfied with your look as the clock struck six.

There was a knock at the door and you grabbed your wristlet and the keycard into your room, opening the door to face McCree and Shimada again. They both stopped dead in their tracks, looking you up and down for a moment, making you blush.

“You look stunnin’ darlin’,” Jesse complimented, tipping his hat. Genji gave a nod in agreement before offering you his hand, leading you towards the elevator, then to the car once you reached the bottom floor.

The ride to the restaurant was shorter than you expected, and didn’t lead where you thought it would, either. The car veered through the city and up the coast a bit to the cliffs above what you learned from Jesse was Beverly Hills and Hollywood in the distance. Once you reached the top of the slope and pulled into a parking lot in front of the restaurant, the cowboy parked and Genji got out, opening the car door for you and letting you step out.

“Mr. Reyes is already inside waiting,” Genji said, nodding towards the restaurant. “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see you.”

You gave Genji and Jesse a farewell nod before turning and making your way to the entrance. The front of the restaurant was modern; a path lined with lit bowls of fire glass led to the front patio, where several elegantly dressed people were talking amongst themselves with drinks in their hands. Your heart was racing as you politely pushed past them, looking around the open-air balcony trying to spot Gabe among the delicately decorated tables. You spotted him leaning against the bar on the balcony railing overlooking the bay, drink in his hand, his face highlighted by the setting sun—he looked good, brown eyes glowing and broad shoulders relaxed.

You approached cautiously and Reyes looked up as you got closer, his eyes scanning your frame leisurely, a small smile gracing his lips as he extended a hand, giving you a small twirl. The dwindling sunlight made you look ethereal—giving your figure the same glow as when you two had first met. It seemed to settle into your hair and on your lips as you spoke, your eyes looking up at him through thick lashes.

“Y/N! Right on time,” he greeted you warmly, the way he was looking at you making you blush again. “I suppose Jesse and Genji would be poor escorts if you weren’t.”

“They’re delightful company,” you replied earnestly, a smile lighting up your face. “I see why you keep them around.”

“You look stunning, by the way.” He was hardly subtle about the way he was eyeing you, though his gaze lacked any hints of lecherousness or debauchery, his eyes tracing every one of your curves appreciatively.

“Are you complimenting me or your own choice in outfits,” you retorted playfully, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Both—though the outfit is only as good as the person wearing it.”

“You’re flattering me,” you replied quietly, unused to being complimented.

“I’m trying,” he quipped back, watching as your gaze moved to the view just over his shoulder, your eyes falling onto the water below, captivated by the rolling of the waves.

“Have you ever seen the Pacific Ocean?” Reyes followed your gaze, infatuated by the innocent curiosity and amazement reflected in your eyes—something he hadn’t seen in anyone in years.

“No. I’ve never been too far from home. Doesn’t look too terribly different from the Atlantic, though,” You replied with a huff, watching as the last sliver of the sun slipped under the horizon, the orange water fading to a muddy brownish blue.

“We could change that,” Gabriel offered, looking down at you almost mischievously as he sipped at his drink, suppressing a smirk when you looked up at him with wide eyes. “I could take you wherever you want to go.”

That gave you pause and you fell quiet for a moment, suddenly bashful, realizing the gravity of the decision you had laid out before you.

“We can discuss it once we sit. Do you want something to drink?”

“Do you mind,” you asked, knowing the drinks here were likely expensive, but then again he had already flown you out, paid for your hotel room, and bought you clothes.

“Of course not. Order whatever you want.”

Gabriel made fun of you when you ordered wine and realized that it could actually taste good, going down surprisingly smoothly, not making you grimace for once. You were seated soon after, ordering your food and munching on appetizers. You realized you hadn’t eaten much all day except for a granola bar you had wolfed down this morning before you left. The soft, ambient lighting in the restaurant calmed your nerves a bit and you found that just as you had witnessed before, Gabriel was easy to converse with. You were cutting into your entree and eating the most delicious steak you had ever had in your life when the topic of conversation fell to what you had visited for.

“How would this… work, then,” you asked hesitantly, taking a sip from your wine glass before setting it aside, looking across the table at Reyes as he leaned leisurely back in his chair.

“You provide me with companionship and in return, I’ll pay your bills and tuition and give you a monthly spending allowance,” he replied, twirling the whiskey in his glass idly as he looked at you, his lidded brown eyes glowing a honey-gold color in the candlelight. “I get invites to a lot of galas and charity events and usually I go alone, but after a few hours it grows stale. If I had someone at my side, I think I’d find them a bit more tolerable.”

“That’s it? What about…” but you faltered, unable to meet his gaze, instead turning your eyes back to your mostly empty plate.

“Look at me,” his voice was soft, but stern and you cast your eyes back up, heart fluttering in your chest, almost relieved to see he was smiling slightly. “As I said before—not unless you want to. I’ll pay for everything—I just need you to be where I ask when I ask.”

“I can’t say that I’m the… ‘gala’ type, though,” you replied sheepishly, your brow furrowing, though you managed to hold his gaze this time. “You should have seen me walking in these heels when I first put them on. I looked like a newborn calf. I felt like I was in 7th grade again trying on my mom’s heels for the first time.” That made Reyes laugh—a beautiful, deep sound that made your legs weak even when you weren’t standing.

“That’s alright. I’m not asking you to be perfect,” he replied gently. “I’m just asking you to be there. I’ll show you the ropes when the time comes. And we’ll have plenty of opportunities to go shopping and pick out clothes and shoes you find more suitable I promise.” You responded with a small nod.

You were silent for a bit, taking a moment to look back out over the sea, finding that even over the soft music you could still hear the waves below, a small sea breeze filtering in and brushing past your face, flushed from the alcohol. It was a bit of a risk—you would likely have to find ways to circumvent your parents and prevent them from finding out, not even bothering to imagine how they’d react if they did find out. On the up side, it meant you could quit your job and focus a bit more on your classes, though you hoped that whatever Gabriel had planned didn’t interfere with that, either. Ultimately, you just hoped it would work—this seemed too good to be true. You turned back towards the man across from you, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding.

“I’m in—wherever you need me.”

A smile spread over Reyes’s face and it made your heart skip a beat.

“Good—I’m glad to hear it,” he replied sincerely, raising his glass towards you. “To my new sugar baby.”

You raised your glass to meet his, clinking them together before downing the rest of your wine.

Sugar baby.

That was a title you could get used to.

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