Chapter 31

The next day, my body was absolutely in pain. I was drained. I thought I might not be able to get up from the bed. Cara forced me anyway for an early morning jog. She reminded me that from now on, I have to train or at least work out if I’m unable to. I needed to keep my body in shape so the next time they kick my ass, I’m able to stand my ground.

I sighed. I’ve been slacking recently. Before this, I had my own routine. Now, I’m just her beck and call.

I stole a glance at her while we jog side by side. She had a scowl on her face, glaring at people we passed by.

“What's with the face?” I asked.

“You should've worn your glasses.”

I was surprised with her answer since it didn’t seem to relate to my question. “I only need it in front of the computer."

She stops running before heaving a sigh. “This won't do.” She muttered. I barely heard it. I wondered if she's just talking to herself.

I stopped. “What?” I eyed her questioningly.

“I'm going to ask Franco to make you a training regimen. You're not going to go out to jog anymore.” She declared almost dismissively, glaring at the woman passing by who was fluttering her eyelashes but immediately walked off in haste as soon as she saw Cara.

“What? But why?” I was taken aback by her sudden announcement. Now I was curious why she suddenly decided that I’m not allowed to jog anymore when she's clearly the one who encouraged me to do it.

She ignored my question and walked off while I stood here, stunned at her odd behavior. While knowing she’s not in the mood, I quietly followed her and maintained a certain distance to avoid any lash out from her.

She’s going to wrap her hand around my neck as she threatens me. Fuck, that’s hot. My dick twitched at the thought.

I shook my head, terrified at my masochistic tendencies. I can’t believe I thought her cruelty was hot. It’s like I’ve forgotten the pain when she tortured me for lying to her back then.

Cara had just stepped inside a cafe. I watched her from outside, fall in line behind a man who was openly flirting with her as soon as she saw her. I quickly stepped inside and grabbed his arm who was reaching for her with that immoral hand of his.

“Don’t touch her.” I said through gritted teeth.

I can’t deny though, the dude was good looking. He was as tall as me with a body perfectly in shape. He was dark haired and tanned as opposed to my assets- blonde and fair skinned. He was the type women usually swoon over. He seemed to have just finished his morning jog as well.

He scoffs. “And you are?” He asked mockingly with obvious arrogance as he assessed me up and down with his dark eyes.

“Mine. Now run along before your coffee gets cold.” Cara waved her hand dismissively to him.

The guy only laughs at her, ignoring her obvious disinterest towards him. He stands straight, distancing himself from the counter to approach her closer. He eyes her like fresh meat as he licks lips. “I like my woman that plays hard to get.”

Before Cara could even threaten him, which I know she’ll do without any doubt, I stepped in front of her, sizing up the guy and blocked him from even looking at her. “Back. Off.”

Seeing I was more than serious, he scoffs one last time before whirling around, grabbing his coffee and finally walking out of the cafe.

“Heroic but we all know I can handle myself.” She said jokingly. Her scowl was no longer residing in her face and was now replaced with that playful smirk of hers.

I sighed before replying. “It’s an instinct for a man to protect his—” I coughed to ease the stumble of my words. I almost said something I shouldn’t have.

She tilts her head, waiting for me to continue my statement. “His… his employer?”

Stupid.

She chuckles. “I’m sure it is, tesoro. But there’s no harm in flirting which he only did.” She steps in front to place an order of breakfast for us.

“He was going to touch you.” I growled. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the guy who was taking care of her order widened his eyes at the raise of my voice.

“There is no harm from a simple touch… not unless he manhandles me, of course. I will enjoy torturing him that’s for sure.”

I frowned at her response. I realized I was pouting like a kid when Cara turned around and pressed her thumb on my lower lip. Our eyes then met and she smirked.

“I don’t like it.”

Her head tilts to the side inquisitively.

“I don’t like seeing you… with...” I trailed, realizing I was giving in to the spur of the moment.

Her face turns solemn, eyelashes slowly flutter in my vision. Next thing I know, we were leaning towards each other- I, aiming for those sweet luscious lips.

“Here’s your order. Enjoy!”

I flinched, startled at his perky announcement. I backed away from her before grabbing the tray with our breakfast. I didn’t catch her reaction but I was afraid to look. I was too embarrassed of my almost sudden confession.

When we reached home, I was completely exhausted. I thought I’m not going to be able to reach the bathroom to shower but I forced myself to go. The sticky feeling of sweat was unbearable.

During breakfast and on the way home, it was pretty awkward. I was lucky enough that she was constantly on her phone. However, my mind kept mulling over what happened. I’m starting to regret it. I should’ve kept my mouth shut or better yet, control my emotions whenever a guy tries to flirt with her.

I seriously do not have the right to feel this way— whatever it is that I’m feeling.

I plan to avoid her like a plague the whole day but it turns out she wasn’t around. With the way she’s busy tapping her phone, there’s must have been business she needs to attend to again.

—

“Good morning, tesoro.”

I flinched, startled at her sudden voice. She was lying on the sofa again but this time she was wearing a huge shirt with nothing on below but her panties. I tried to avert my eyes from her long creamy legs so as not to arouse any unnecessary part of me. Not now when I’m on my way to work.

“I-I… I thought you weren’t here.” I haven’t prepared anything cause I thought she hadn't come home yet.

She hums. “Just got here half an hour ago. No worries. The boys and I had breakfast before we returned.”

“Oh… I’m off then.” I whirled around, eager to leave. I thought my embarrassment yesterday was over but when I came to face her, I’m still fucking shy about it. It’s even annoying that I’m the only one who’s feeling this way while she remains cool as a cucumber.

“But I am starving for something.”

I stop and turn back around, ready to tend to whatever her request. She gets up from the couch and rises. She saunters towards me, the huge shirt falling to her mid thigh. Her breasts can be seen through the white almost see through material. I tried to avert my eyes again from the sinful view.

Our eyes meet when she stops in front of me. She grabs my bag and pulls it off of me. She places it gently on the floor. All the while, she’s looking at me steadily.

“What do you want me to make?” I asked. I got extra time to make sure I arrive early in the office. Turns out, she’d be stealing my time again. I hope her request is quick and easy to make- like pancakes perhaps or coffee. Coffee is good.

She turns around, motioning me to follow her to the kitchen— or not. I misunderstood it when she suddenly pushed me to the couch. I was so shocked that I blanked out and froze. Next thing I know she was already straddling me.

“What exactly do I want you to make… tesoro?” Her sultry voice drowned just about everything. The only thing I can hear or feel is her.

I was still frozen, unmoving. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. I almost rolled my eyes when I felt her soft plump lips against my cheek, my jaw, my neck. Her hands slowly worked to unbutton my shirt.

“I want you to make… love… to me.” I groaned when her tongue brushed my lips…

…before diving in for a full passionate long kiss.