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##Chapter 3

Diana Markovic

I had my eyes closed, tiredness weighing on my body and sleep almost enveloping me when I heard the man's deep voice.

- Want food? I opened my eyes. My tummy seemed to have answered for me as it made a loud noise.

- I want! — I said without thinking twice, anxious and hungry — But... Please tell me it's nothing too greasy...

— Grilled tuna fillet with mashed potatoes. Eat this, madam? My mouth watered.

"Only the fish, but it's already great." I'm so hungry! I hurriedly got up and saw that mischievous smile again on her face, the smile that had made my little friend wet earlier.

He was looking at my shorts, but then his gaze turned to me. I didn't care much about it, after all, I wasn't your "type" of woman, was I?

— Help yourself. He gestured toward the kitchen.

I walked slowly picking up a plate that was on the table, the smell was delicious and that increased my hunger even more. The puree was almost beckoning me to eat it, but I couldn't get off the diet. So I helped myself to just one piece of fish even though the pan was full, I was polite and fine enough not to fill my plate until it spilled over.

"You can eat as much as you like." Take another piece, I know you want it. I looked at him who was watching me intently.

My face warmed with embarrassment, but I was really, really hungry. There was what? Almost two days without eating right. So I decided not to care what he thought and grabbed two more pieces.

- Thanks. I whispered giving him a slight embarrassed smile.

— The puree, try it. I insist, even if it's just a little spoon. - he spoke. I looked at the bowl that exhaled a delicious smell and I couldn't resist, I ended up helping myself with a small spoon.

I nodded at him and sat down on a tree stump that I saw next to a small corner table, also made of wood. He smiled and only then did I notice his very shallow dimples in his cheeks. After filling a plate with generous portions of food, he sat down next to me and we began to eat.

I tried to moan as little as possible, because that – no exaggeration – was the best grilled fish and the best mashed potatoes I've ever had in my entire existence. At the end of the meal, the man licked his lips in such a sensual way that I cursed myself for getting turned on by it.

I hated washing dishes, but I was going to oblige since he let me eat so much of his wonderful cooking. I got up from where I was sitting, picking up our plates in the process.

— You don't need to wash, I don't want you to ruin your nails. He teased making me snort.

"How much of an asshole can you still be, huh?" I ignored him and started washing the dishes.

I heard a low chuckle from him.

"I'm off to bed then, baby doll." Goodnight.

When I got to the room, I couldn't find him. He hadn't gone to bed like he said. I took the opportunity to get a little more comfortable to lie down. I lifted the blanket and got under it, the night was very cold there that was a fact, my lips were starting to freeze and my nose didn't even feel it anymore. A weird tension built up in my neck preventing me from being able to sleep even with all the sleep and tiredness in my body.

And the blanket wasn't helping me much, even with it I felt cold.

That's when the blond man suddenly appeared in the room with only sweatpants, no shirt, drying his hair with a towel. I was stunned by the perfect view of his flat stomach once again. And again I got turned on and cursed myself for it, shit, how many times did I have to curse myself until the next day?



I closed my eyes when he looked in my direction, he couldn't see me drooling over his apparently delicious body, besides the man seemed to me to be a cretin and very conceited. I didn't forget that he said I wasn't his type. Idiot! As if I wanted to be his type. Who did he think he was? A Greek god? Obviously he was almost that good looking, but it didn't matter. I was prettier than him.

I stopped my ridiculous thoughts when I felt myself being warmed by yet another layer of cloth. What? Did that arrogant being cover me with another blanket? A warm feeling came over me after the gesture that was sweet to me. Maybe he wasn't so arrogant after all.

Soon I heard noises of sheets being crumpled and the bed creaking slightly, indicating that he had laid down. I concentrated only on sleeping when I heard:

"I know you're not sleeping. - the voice so husky it sent shivers down my spine.

I remained silent, too embarrassed to say anything. What if he saw me drooling over his body?

— Or maybe you are ... But your breathing is labored, is it possible that you are having a nightmare? The amused voice forced me to let out a nasal giggle.

Shit. I was discovered.

- You woke me up. — I blamed him.

“You were shaking. Here at night it usually rains ice from the sky, in metaphorical form, of course. I assume you know what a metaphor is.

“Of course I know what a metaphor is. But anyway, I appreciate it. It was very kind of you to cover for me. He was silent .

“My name is Hugh. he said suddenly and I smiled. Nice name, like the owner.

— My name is Diana.

"Diana..." She repeated my name a little breathlessly in a whisper, seeming to like it too.

After a few minutes of silence, he appeared to have fallen asleep. And my absent sleep has just returned with a vengeance. Hugh... That's what I repeated mentally before blacking out.

Until I was woken up with my cell phone ringing non-stop, crap! I was in such good sleep.

- Cum! Take care of this shit! I heard Hugh's stressed grunt.

It seemed that his house had a cell phone signal.

I got up still wrapped in the blankets, grabbed my cell phone on top of the suitcase and saw Jeremy's name appear, the anger I felt had no explanation. I didn't want to talk to that bastard. So I put the phone on silent and left it on top of the mattress while I walked towards the bathroom to pee.

When I got back to the bedroom I found Hugh sitting on the bed with his hands in his hair, he looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"Aren't you going to answer this crap?" It is bothering me.

“I put it on silent. I explained embarrassed.

“It's vibrating and it's stressing me out. The phone stopped for a few moments and I was grateful for it.

I actually didn't want to turn it off, I wanted to give Jeremy the pleasure of going to voicemail.

- I'm sorry. I whispered to Hugh.

I lay down again ignoring the fact that he was still sitting up. Finally the scoundrel seemed to have given up on pestering me. But I was wrong, five minutes later the phone vibrated again and was immediately grabbed by Hugh before I could stop him.

“Jeremy. he said in a mocking tone. "Aren't you going to get Jeremy?"

"Give me my cell phone!" This is none of your business. I hurriedly got up trying to take him .

“The night is long, Barbie. Don't you know you can't let that shit keep disturbing people's sleep?

“I won't let that happen anymore. Give me please. I'm going to turn it off. I extended my hand asking for the device.

He gave it to me and I went back to bed, would I be able to sleep peacefully that night?

When I was about to put it on "do not disturb" the damn cell phone vibrated again, Hugh impatiently took it from my hand quickly, only this time he pressed the screen and answered the call.