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##Chapter 7

Diana Markovic



Minutes later he came back with my bags, I tried not to notice too much the muscles showing the gray shirt dirty from work, the sweat, the rusticity of his image at that moment. He was a savage brute who treated me like nothing, for God's sake, I couldn't get turned on every time this man breathed in front of me!

“Here are your things. I'll be back in three hours. Do not break or disturb anything. Your money does not pay for any items inside this house. - spoke coldly and left after putting the bags inside.

Now I needed to organize my thoughts and my things to face a week in that place that, from what I had noticed so far, would not be easy.

The next few hours I spent organizing all my toiletries somewhere in Hugh's bathroom, nothing that would get messy, I hated messes. My clothes I couldn't take out of the suitcases, there were too many and would fill the bedroom floor, the sandals the same way. That's why I left it as it was. After finishing everything, I took a long cold shower, washed my hair and got dressed normally.

While I was reading a fashion magazine sitting on the bedroom floor, I heard the door opening, I didn't bother to look because I already knew who it was. Soon after I heard the noise of the shower that was on for about ten minutes and unfortunately during that time I couldn't control my perverted mind, which kept imagining how that naked body must be all wet under a shower...



I think I spent too long thinking about inappropriate things that I was brought back by Hugh's footsteps entering the room, only with a towel wrapped around his waist. I looked at him and he smiled at me mysteriously.

Was he bipolar? Yes or for sure?

I swallowed hard at the stupendous sight.

“You filled my bathroom with girly crap. he finally pronounced , getting serious.

— Yes, I need those things all the time and taking them out of the bag every time I use it is exhausting.

"Do you wear vanilla perfume?" he asked, ignoring my explanation.

— Moisturizing oil.

- Then that's it. He mumbled , leaving me confused.

- What? Why ?

— I wanted to be sure who that smell was that I was smelling practically the whole day. She turned to a brown chest of drawers next to the bed and then turned to me again. Even those panties you hung on the clothesline behind the bathroom door smell strongly of vanilla. I opened my mouth in shock.

I had washed my panties and put them there since I saw the clothesline, I couldn't keep them, I didn't have many with me.

- You... You smelled... - He laughed loudly, embarrassing me more than I could already be.

“The smell is all over the bathroom. Stop thinking dirty, princess. Now excuse me, I need to change. Or do you not mind seeing me naked?

Yes. Or not. Oh God, I wasn't used to such sincerity. Lord help me not to go crazy that week please!

"I'm leaving..." I said leaving without looking back. Even wanting to.

Two hours have passed since I left the room for Hugh to get dressed. In that time I sat in the living room reading the ridiculous messages I received from Jeremy. Courage, I had to have courage after what he did to me, still say he loves me. I think I was so in love I was blinded because it was only now that I could begin to think about how weird they were.

The sexy savage freak was gone, no sign of him after the episode in the bedroom. The sound of his voice pronouncing my name kept resonating in my head and I couldn't control it, nothing involving him by the way. Something that made me hate myself and mentally curse myself at all times.

I closed my eyes still sitting on the uncomfortable couch starting to feel sleep coming on, it wasn't my intention to sleep on the couch, but I think that happened because I was awakened I don't know how long later by the voice full of Australian accent.

- Diana. I opened my eyes trying to get used to the ambient light.

"Hi..." I replied yawning.

- Want dinner? he asked but this time I didn't feel like eating anything. I was bitter even to feel hungry.

“No, but thanks for asking. My eyes wandered to the shorts he was wearing.

It lay at the height of thick thighs, a v going down through the ridiculously healed abdomen and lower and lower the gaze could not help but visualize the package. God, who had a package that size without being aroused? Super unnecessary a body like that strong, muscular and intimidating.



- Why not? You can't go to bed hungry. My face clearly showed confusion.

- I'm not hungry. - I spoke.

— Drink at least one glass of milk.

Okay, something moved inside me and I wasn't sure what it was. A chill settled in my stomach and I found myself on the verge of getting emotional because no one, ever, besides my parents, had ever worried about me like this. I would be a horrible person if I refused this care, I wasn't ungrateful.

- He is well. I gave him a cute smile. I got up and walked to the kitchen.

I watched his firm movements as he filled a glass with milk, handing it to me shortly after.

- Thanks. I felt my eyes burn.

Shit! I was so starved for affection that a simple gesture like that was making me want to cry. I went to the living room with the intention of disguising it, I drank all the milk in minutes – that's because I said I wasn't hungry – sometimes I had the impression that everything that came from him was better. Even the milk he just poured into the glass. But that was just about the food, of course.

I went back to the kitchen to wash the glass, Hugh was finishing his dinner and while I was washing, he leaned next to me in the sink putting the plate inside it.

"Since you've got your hands dirty." He gave a mocking smile.

— I don't mind doing the dishes. — lie ! I always hated washing dishes. I've never had to wash dishes in my life.

He didn't leave until I finished, when I faced him in order to find a cloth where I could dry my hands, I instantly closed my eyes not supporting the strange good feeling I felt when he lightly touched the corner of my lips with his hand. tip of the thumb.

— It was covered in milk. he said in a provocative tone and left the room.

Damn you! I think he already knew what he did to me, which was ridiculous because I didn't even know or understand this crazy attraction to a man like that, who was never my type. – just as I don’t do his. I made a point of remembering what he made a point of telling me.

I walked into the bedroom where I started making my bed on the floor. I was wearing jean shorts and needed to change, it was very uncomfortable to sleep. So, I went to the bathroom with a big T-shirt and loose shorts in my hands, after changing I went back to the bedroom finding Hugh lying face up on his bed as if his thoughts were far away.

- Goodnight. I called his attention as I put the clothes I was wearing in the suitcase.

"Is this how you sleep every night?" My eyes showed confusion at not understanding his question.

"Is there something wrong with my outfit?" My defensive tone.

His eyes dropped to my breasts and my entire body, his lips then curved into a deliciously sly smile.

- No. There's nothing wrong with her.

I looked down noticing my nipples were erect and I was also braless. I refused to change again, so I just lay down and covered myself. I tried to forget all the stress I went through that day, it was a very difficult day. But I hoped tomorrow would be better.