Chapter 35

After my relaxing and needed bath, I realized I have nothing to change to so I wrapped the towel around my body and got out of the bathroom.

“Give me something to wear, Veselov.” I demanded as I was drying my hair with the other towel.

I noticed he wasn’t moving from sitting on the bed at all and was just staring at me. His eyes were full of intensity.

“Are you not going to get me something to change?” I asked sassily. “I’m going to having a fucking cold again if I stay like this.”

He slowly got up from the bed and sauntered towards me instead. His hand reached my neck, pulling me to him. The other settling on my waist. He inclined his head, forehead pressing against mine.

“I missed you, lyuBImaya.” His eyes closing, feeling the moment between us. Feeling me as our bodies pressed against each other. “I couldn’t bear the days without you by my side. I’d rather we fight than lose you.” His arms then went around me and embraced me tightly.

I was surprised at his sudden show of affection. I honestly wasn’t used to it. He was rough, possessive and lewd but never this. I stood still feeling awkward at the moment but his warmth and scent gave me comfort. It felt like I was finally safe.

“Don’t you want to know the story?” I asked instead, not knowing what to say or act after his confession.

My hands had just climbed to his back and my nose pressed against his chest inhaling his manly scent. He smells so nice. It makes me want to cuddle him.

Wait. My eyes widened.

Thankfully, he finally let me go just as I realized I’ve gone crazy.

“Right. I’ll get you something to change.” He suddenly scooped me again and placed me on his bed.

“You don’t have to do that. My ankle is not that painful anymore.” I complained since what he was doing was embarrassing.

“Says you who fell on the floor.”

I replied with a grumble. He then went to his closet and grabbed some clothes for me which was again, his big ass shirt and his boxers.

“Are you kidding me?” I chastised. “Why didn’t you buy me clothes?”

“You don’t want it? I certainly prefer you naked.” He then whirled around with an intention to return his shirt back to his closet.

“No, no! Give me that.” I snatched the t-shirt from his hand quickly. “Why couldn’t you buy one anyway, huh? Didn’t you buy one for me before? You knew that I’m going to be stuck here and yet you only give me your shirt.” I chastised.

“Stop complaining and wear the damn shirt.” I glared at him. He then reached for the towel that wrapped around my body while scowling.

I slapped his hand knowing what he was planning to do.

“I can dress myself, you fucker.” I was moving backwards towards the center of the bed as I held the towel tightly but he kept on reaching for it.

We ended up in an intimate position where I was below him while he was hovering me. His knee rests between my legs. It was almost touching my crotch.

We stopped whatever we’re bickering about and just stared at each other. His hand that was resting at the side of my head went to my face. Fingers tracing my nose, my lips and my chin.

His head slowly dipped down to me. In a trance, I still knew what was about to happen next.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

In a millisecond, we both jolted away from each other hearing someone knocking from the door.

“Young master, lunch is served.” The owner of the voice from the other side of the door seemed to be that of an old man. Judging from how he called Nile, he must be a butler.

“Go change. We’ll go down to have lunch. You haven’t eaten properly since you passed out.”

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any hunger. He must’ve fed me when I was in and out. Why can’t I remember anything though?

I frowned. “Why are you still here? Aren’t you going to go out?”

He crosses his arms. “Are you trying to deprive me of your body?” I scowled. “You know ever since you came back, you’ve been acting all shy around me.”

“What the fuck, Nile! Get out!” I pushed him away from the bed. I forced him to stand and led him to the door to walk out of the room.

He suddenly whirled around and faced me which caught me by surprise. I automatically gripped my towel tightly.

He bends down and kisses me lightly on my lips. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” He then walks away leaving me stunned.

“Send someone to get my clothes, you jerk!” He continued to walk out of the door and closed it anyway, ignoring my yell.

What is wrong with him? He had someone to buy clothes for me before and now he keeps pushing me to wear his shirts. Stupid idiot.

Right after changing, I went downstairs to find the dining room. My stomach was starting to finally ask for food. It took time for me to find it since the house was so big. It had a lot of rooms and it felt like a labyrinth for me.

Does he live here alone? What if his parents live here as well?

The thought of his mother made me nervous. I almost forgot about our encounter. She warned me about his son. That I’m just one of his play things. The thought made me dejected.

I found Nile who was standing against the wall near the doorway, arms crossed. He was spacing out but looked up when he heard my movement. Again, he was staring at me intensely. He was always like that ever since we have become intimate. I wonder if my eyes look like that if I stare as fiercely as him. After all, our eyes were like each others’ reflection.

His eyes travelled from my bare feet, lingering on my visible thighs, my breasts that despite the huge shirt, the twin mountains were still visible because of how big they were. And finally his eyes landed on mine.

I crossed my arms. “Are you just going to stare at me like that? What a pervert.” I resisted a smirk.

He reaches his hand as he removes himself from the wall. I sauntered towards him taking his hand.

“You look beautiful in my clothes.” He said as he placed his hands in my waist.

“Is that why my request for my own clothes all fell on deaf ears?” Wrapping my arms around his neck. He pressed himself against my body even more. My breasts flat against his chest.

His head suddenly dips down, lips meeting mine. My eyes widened and in surprise, I covered his lips with my index finger stopping him. He was stunned at my action.

“I’m hungry.” I said, breaking the trance.

I could see that he wasn’t happy that I stopped his kiss but he compromised for my sake since he did know I haven’t eaten a proper meal ever since that night.

He then held my hand and dragged me near the doorway. It was actually the threshold towards the dining room.

As we ate our meal, I couldn’t help feeling guilty about the kiss. It reminded me of Jacob and I’s intimacy.