Into the Badlands

Chapter 23 Liar

Valentine stayed with Henry in her room long enough for her to quickly clean her self up and grab her bags. He tried his best to ignore the bulge in his pants, willing it to go down on its own. It was proving to be more taxing than he remembered. It was very rare for Valentine to be left wanting more from a woman. The woman he equated were more often people he had no plans of seeing a second time. Now he stood alone in the hotel room of a nineteen year old girl wanting nothing more than to barge into her bathroom and take her against the wall hard and fast. He somehow knew that was exactly the way his blue eyed consort would want him. Maybe it was the way she had pushed herself into his finger or who she had slid her fingers between his as he flicked her sensitive flesh.

Valentine felt bad, leaving her high and wanting more...but it was amusing seeing her desperate eyes set ablaze with need and fury for not helping her finish what started. All the wonton things he would do to her. He would make sure to ruin her for any man that may come after him. The thought alone set Valentine down a rabbit hole of self loathing. He shouldn't want to ruin her. He shouldn't crave destroying her for others.

He was proving to himself every day that he was simply no good for Henrietta. The night before, he had climbed on top of her ready to take her without asking if she had even ever been with a man. Then today he had pushed her against the elevator wall and stuck his fingers down her panties. He made her cum right there despite knowing that there were cameras clearly hanging from the far left corner of the lift. Granted, he planned on taking care of that before he left the hotel, but he was sure Henrietta wouldn't have let him do that to her had she known someone might see her.

The point was, he knew all along that he didn't deserve her. The more time he spent with her, the clearer that was becoming. But he couldn't bring himself to care. He was selfish that way...but if he wanted for this to work...whatever this was, he needed to be honest with her. He needed to tell her everything. The simple thought of telling her all the things he had worked so hard to keep from her made his stomach twist in knots. It was a feeling he was not used to. Something now foreign to him.

But he wanted it to work...he needed it to work. Valentine wasn't willing to let her go. Not anymore. Not after the kiss they shared outside of the elevator. When she ran into his arms, he pictured her years from now, the feeling of her against him just as natural as it had felt when she crashed into him. When her lips touched his, he swore he could taste the next thirty years on her.

Letting Henrietta go, wasn't an option.

Not anymore.

So he waited for. He waited until she walked out of the bathroom, sporting black leggings and an old AC/DC tee shirt he had seen her father wear on more than one occasion. Her hair was wet, water still dripping for the ends.

He smiled when she caught him staring, she returned it. Her eyes downcast as a soft blush took over her full cheeks.

"Are you ready Henrietta?" He asked, getting up from the corner of the bed where he sat.

She nodded quickly wringing out her hair once more using the towel she had in her hand and then tossing it onto the bed. She went for her bad but Valentine reached it first and picked it up before she could.

Henry stood in front of him looking at his chest. Valentine reached below her chin and lifted it up softly. He looked into her eyes, licking his bottom lip before leaning down and pressing his lips against her gently. Henry seemed to melt into the kiss, sighing against his lips.

He loved that about her, how responsive she was to him.

"Lets go home Sweetheart."

Henry nodded, pecking his lips once more before he pulled away fully. Valentine chuckled, caressing her cheek once before grabbing her hand and walking over to the door. He opened it easily and lead her back towards the elevator that would forever be one of his favorite places in all the world.