Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I let out a loud moan as he sucked on my breast and fondled the other one, his hand trailing down to my waist. At that moment, I didn't care where we were or who might see us. All I wanted was for Troy to touch me the way I desired.

"Troy..." I called out his name, craving more of his touch. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips exploring every inch of my mouth. His actions caused a rush of wetness between my legs.

"Your sinful mouth drives me crazy," he said in a husky whisper, sending shivers down my spine. As he inserted his fingers inside me, pleasure surged through my body. "Oh! Oh!” I panted as his finger moved fast and hard inside me.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard, my princess,” he growled, before entering me forcefully. I moaned in ecstasy as he thrust into me with intensity, his hands roaming over my body. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations he evoked within me.

My body arched and trembled as he picked up speed, eliciting a chorus of moans from me. I clung to him as he moved rhythmically above me, his movements growing more urgent.

As we both reached the peak of pleasure, I pulled him closer, our lips locking in a fiery kiss. I licked all the corners of his mouth while I could feel his hardness to the deepest of my core. And when I reached my peak, he immediately followed. Troy and I quietly got dressed after what happened. I can't look at him as I remember what I did earlier. What am I thinking? Why did I do that? But... well... I don't care!

"I should go," I said quietly, hesitant to face what we had just shared. But before I could leave, he took my arm to send me back to my place. "What?" I asked and tried to look at his eyes. "Don't come back to that table. We'll eat lunch together from now on," he said. I frowned.

"But what about others seeing us? What will we say to them? What are we? Cousins?" I questioned, my mind flashing back to his words to Margarette.

"No. You're my girlfriend," he declared, ruining my mood entirely.

"W-What?" I stuttered in shock as he leaned in, flashing a smirk that accentuated his handsome features.

"You're officially my girlfriend now, so cut out the flirting with that jerk engineer," he ordered, leaving me speechless and confused.

It came as no surprise when Aleth and Mary approached me later, questioning the nature of my relationship with Troy after rumors circulated about our encounter in the cafeteria. Engr. Nath seemed to be avoiding me, Aleth and Mary kept teasing me about it telling me that I didn’t tell them it was Troy I liked. I don't even know if I like Troy I just know that...I want him to touch me. That's all.

Closing the shop alone that evening, Troy appeared unexpectedly, leaning casually against the wall.

"W-What are you doing here?" I asked. I hid the key to the shop in my bag before finally facing him. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Waiting for you," he shrugged. "You don't have to do that," I said and passed him. He followed me on foot.

"And what? You're waiting for your engineer to wait and send you home?" he sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes. I think he always joins Engr. Nath in our conversation. "You're talking nonsense," I said irritated.

"Let's buy something to cook," he said, pulling my arm towards the grocery store. "You know how to cook?" I said a little surprised. Because there are often ready-to-eat foods prepared at his house. I didn’t know that he knew how to cook!

"Of course. I lived alone so I must cook my own food," he said. We went into the grocery store and got a cart. He was pulling the cart as we walked around each corner to buy something for him to cook. I noticed that he only buys pork and some spices. I saw a snack so I took two and put them in the cart.

"What are you doing?" he suddenly asked when I was about to put another snack and soda. I looked at him. “Putting snacks?” I said, raising a brow. He frowned at me. He took the snacks that I put and put them back in the tray where I took them. "Why are you bringing it back?!" I asked irritated.

"We don't need that," he answered firmly. I glared at him. We don’t need that? It's a snack! We could eat that!

“We really need those snacks! They taste so good! We can have them after dinner,” I insisted. “They're not good for your health. It's not healthy,” he argued, which only annoyed me more.

“I promise I'll only have them this once! Why are you always such a buzzkill?” I said irritably before storming off. He always seems to be the opposite of what I want. “Okay, fine! You can have one snack and one soda, just one, Eli!” he reluctantly agreed. I quickly grabbed my favorite snack and soda and flashed him a grateful smile.

“Thank you!” I giggled as we continued shopping until we reached the checkout counter. But as we got closer, I noticed the big smile on the cashier’s face. I suddenly felt irritated. “Wow, it’s you again, Troy!” the woman greeted him as she scanned our items.

“Yeah, it's been a while,” Troy replied, smiling back. My confusion deepened. They knew each other?

“You have been so busy. Did you go back to your home town? When did you get here?” the cashier asked, revealing that Troy had another home. Does Troy have another home? What is his relationship with this girl?

Although she continued to ask questions, I was no longer interested. I left ahead of Troy, walking in silence until we got home. I remained quiet as I unpacked the groceries, feeling Troy's eyes on me.

“Can you chop this onion?” he asked while cooking. I scrunched up my face in response. “I don't know how to chop onions!” I blurted out, surprised by the confusion in his eyes. “What's wrong with you?” he asked, clearly puzzled. I glared at him, frustrated that he didn't understand my mood.

"I'm fine!" I shouted, as he turned off the stove and faced me, clearly irritated. "No. There is something wrong with you!” he was irritated again. I gritted my teeth and stood up because of the anger building up in me.

"Because you're always like this! A fucking playboy! Flings all around this city! Girls flocking in front of you ready to get fucked by you! And that girl even knew that you have another home than this place?! If I am your girlfriend, why didn't I know that?!” I lashed out. Tension filled the air.

"Don't mind what she said. Yes, I have another home but I don't go back there anymore. I am now living independently," he explained the situation, trying to be gentle with me.

"Who's that girl then? Was she your fling?” I asked. I couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and insecurity, wondering why I always sought his attention, why I felt so vulnerable with him. I am a fucking princess of Urzua and now I am hurting because of some stranger of Tyreese!

"No," he answered firmly. I gritted my teeth and stared at his eyes. I couldn't read him. It's hard for him to understand. He sighed heavily and went to me.

Confused and still hurt, he surprised me by hugging me tightly and kissing my head, bringing me a sense of peace and calm. Just one hug and kiss from him calms my mind and heart. Why do I really feel like this? Do I really like him?

Is it really okay to… like him?