Chapter 9
Chapter 9
I instinctively swallowed down my own saliva, throat bobbed up and down at the sight before me. Her beauty is that of a goddess and a body to match. She’s perfect and beyond.
She grins when she sees my stunned state. “Ciao, tesoro.”
Her voice pulled me out of my reverie. I remembered that despite being carved to perfection, she’s actually a witch. The nickname managed to put a frown on my face. I still have to find out what the heck that means.
“I… I’m ready to talk.”
There was a huge burden on my shoulders weighing me down. I don’t know if telling her the truth is right. It’s not like I have a choice. But she’s right here with my family and if I do something wrong, I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for letting her harm them when I have the power to avoid it.
Cara sat on the edge of my bed, discarding the towel that once caressed her dark hair. She pats the bed, gesturing to me to sit beside her. I followed defeatedly like a dog.
She was silent and I knew she wanted me to start talking. She usually commands people wordlessly and expects them to know her orders and follow them. Again, I have become accustomed to her ways.
I have been observing her. I study her gestures, her facial expressions which consist of fake smiles and blankness, her graceful movements despite her tough personality, how she could be ruthless and yet face my family so kindly.
She was starting to confuse me.
I don’t get her at all.
“A month ago, a man came to me. He looked to be in his fifties. There was a tattoo on his left hand, a snake. He doesn’t look like a foreigner.” I tried to remember the man as he only appeared to me once and hired me to hack into a certain account. I refused him at first, already having the feeling that he was bad news.
“He threatened me to do what he asked and offered me a good price. I did it in order to save my family from him.” I turned to face her almost beggingly. “Please… I did it because he was threatening to kill them. I refused at first but I was forced to do it. I didn’t have-”
“Name.” She spoke, cutting me off. “Give me a name.”
My eyebrows knitted in concentration. I don’t remember anything. There was no mention of his name that night. I could only remember his face and tattoo.
She raised a brow before sighing. “I don’t know if your confession is useless or not.”
I froze. If she isn’t satisfied, would she…?
“Nonetheless… I knew of a gang who waves their emblem like a fucking a flag.” She scoffs. “They think leaving their trace would enforce fear on people and other groups.” She snorts. “Amateurs.”
She then shifts her eyes meeting mine. She reaches her hand and pats and rubs my head like a dog. Heat traveled towards my cheeks. “Except that naive lie of yours, you’ve been nothing but a good boy. Therefore, I will reward you.”
Her eyes suddenly glint, her lips curve upward. I have yet to know what it meant.
“Your family will always be safe. I promise you that.”
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“Lincoln! Get up and have some breakfast!”
I groaned at my mom’s loud voice. Even from way up here, I could still hear her. She hasn't changed a single bit and still treats me like a child.
I ignored her either way and succumbed to the pillow and sheets.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My eyes opened wide in alarm.
Shit. She's going to come up here, suddenly remembering a sleeping beauty on my bed.
I hastily shook the blanket off of me and met Cara’s gray eyes who was looking at me in an undeniable mirth. She made a pillow out of her arm. Half of her legs were covered with the quilt, bare white thighs flashed before my eyes.
I forgot whatever I was doing at the pleasurable sight but then I heard my mom’s footsteps nearing my room.
I shook off the stupid thoughts and aimed at the vacant side of the bed. Mom will be suspicious if she sees us not sleeping together. So I kicked the pillow and sheets from the floor to the side that will hide it from her view and jumped over her to land on the empty spot beside her.
The sheets on the floor messed up my momentum. My foot twisted at the pool of fabric, I slipped and fell right on top of her.
The whole world stopped, just to watch our position.
Our faces a few inches apart, my hand fell on the side of her head breaking the clash of our faces. My other hand landed on her breast, the softness sparked an electrical feeling. I managed to land between her legs. My morning wood pressed against her abdomen.
As usual, the woman only showed me a playful smirk as she kept her eyes steady to me. My body and face flushed in embarrassment.
My mom’s presence only added to my humiliation. Right on time, the door opened.
She gasped at the sight. “Oh my. I’m so sorry.” She then whirled around and stepped out, slamming the door shut. “Breakfast is ready! Make sure to come down after… that.” She yelled before stomping her way back down.
My body felt impossibly warmer, cheeks flushed in so much humiliation.
“I…” Her grin extended. Her perfect white teeth are on full display. “I… I’m sorry.” I carefully slipped off from her.
I tried again, realizing I couldn’t move my hips. My eyes moved down. Her legs were wrapped around my hips.
The next second, my world whirled around. I puffed before opening my eyes.
Cara was now hovering over me. It was her turn to sit on my abdomen, her butt almost hitting my…
I stared at her in awe. Her long brown hair curtained her face, eyes so transparent and bright, lips so plump and perfect. The feeling of her breast crossed my mind again. My fingers twitched at the memory let alone the fact that it was braless. The only thing she wore for bed was her panties and my t-shirt.
The redness of my face didn’t die down and only worsened.
A mirthful smirk appeared on her face.
Why the hell does this woman have to be so damn beautiful?
“Buon giorno, tesoro.” Her velvety voice reached my ears.
“I...I-I… b-breakfast?”
She chuckles before pulling herself off of me. My breath hitched when her ass brushed past my morning erection.
She was partly the reason why it went rock hard than just my usual morning wood.
