Chapter 46: Embarrassed.

Before they knew it, they did more than just kissing and ended up naked wrapped up in each other's embrace. Steven watched Dua, his mind in chaos, thinking of why he was so drawn to her. She effortlessly ended up earning the attention he thought he'd never give to her. Though his heart still belonged to Crystal, and though Dua drives him nuts, he couldn't deny or figure out the unexplainable force that pulled him to her.

Meanwhile Dua was also in her own turmoil. She pretended to be asleep as she was too shy and embarrassed to face Steven. She didn't plan to be intimate with him, but she found herself melting under his touch, unable to quench her burning desire for him. She couldn't understand why her heart raced whenever she's around him, even right now, she could feel her racing heart. She never felt this way in her first few months with him, but suddenly she could no longer control heart. "Could Desmond be right? Am I really falling for Knucklehead?" She thought.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, I know you're awake." Steven's voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

She cursed under her breath and slowly opened her eyes, taking a glance at him, and then looking away.

She wrapped the sheets tightly around her and went into the bathroom and Steven chuckled. She was out within minutes, and she went out of the bedroom, without taking a look at him.

Dua took a tour in the house, trying to clear her head and get a grip of herself. Her phone buzzed her out, and upon seeing the name of the caller, she hissed.

"What?" She asked rudely as she answered the call.

"How's it going?" Mark asked.

"You'll get the money," she replied.

"And the file?" Mark inquired.

"I couldn't get it," she lied.

"Okay, but keep trying," he urged her, and Dua hung up on him first, pissed off as she rolled her eyes.

She went to the living room where she met Shane and Steven having a talk while watching a movie. She quickly turned to leave but was halted by Shane. "Why are you leaving?" He said.

Dua cursed silently as she turned to him with a smile. "I don't wanna disturb your conversation."

"It's not really an important conversation, so you're welcome to stay." He said.

With a nod, she took her seat beside Shane, leaving Steven alone on a separate couch adjacent to them.

"Are you two still having a fight?" Shane asked.

"No." Dua replied.

"Then what's with the tension between you both?" He asked.

"I don't feel any tension, you should ask her." Steven replied.

Dua's eyes were fixed on the movie and while Shane shook his head at them, his eyes caught sight of the hickey on Dua's collarbone and he chuckled, finally understanding the reason for her unease.

The door opened and one of rhe guards came in with a few boxes of pizza. "Oh, thank you." Shane took the boxes from him and set them on the table.

"You care?" He asked Dua and she nodded instantly, reaching for a slice of pizza.

Steven decided to join them as he sat beside Dua taking a slice of pizza too. But Dua abruptly stood up, earning a raised brow from Shane. "I'm full." She made an excuse.

"Dua? Full? That's impossible?" Shane teased her.

"Really, I am," she replied, even though it was a lie, and scurried away.

"And here I wondered why neither of you came downstairs for hours." Shane said, a tease playing on his lips.

Steven continued with his pizza in silence and Shane spoke again. "Seeing how you both came out this night, it must have been hell steamy," he said but Steven ignored him still.

"And I must confess, little brother, you're damn good in drawing a hickey," Shane pressed on.

"Bro," Steven finally spoke and Shane chuckled.

"Anyway, glad to see you both getting on fine," Shane smiled.

After having a few words with Shane, Steven retired to the bedroom. He met Dua sitting on the couch, watching a movie on the television. As he settled on a chair next to her, she stood up and began walking out. "Stop right there," he halted her.

"Fuck," Dua cursed as she faced him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Kitchen, to get a bottle of water." She replied.

Steven rose from his chair, crossing his arms, he took some strides towards her, his gaze boring into her. As he got close to her, Dua stepped backwards, until her back hit a wall.

Steven stopped when he was only half inch close to her, he brought his face close to hers, his warm breath fanning her face, sending Dua some signals that she shouldn't be receiving. "Why are you avoiding me?" He asked.

"Avoid you? Why will I avoid you?" She replied, her eyes trying hard as possible to avoid his gaze.

"Then where is the bold Dua who would look me in the eye and tell me thrash?" He said.

"She's still here, you wanna see her?" She replied.

Steven looked at her collarbone and with a smirk, he said, "damn, I'm a pretty good artist. The hickey suits you perfectly."

Dua's eyes flew to her collarbone and when she saw the hickey, she flashed at him, "why would you give me a hickey?"

"That's more like it," he nodded, satisfied by her reaction.

"How am I gonna this off, I've got classes tomorrow," she panicked as she tried wiping off the hickey with her finger.

"Why get it off? You're a married woman, no one's gonna ask you," he smirked and received a hard glare.

"You're very easy to read," he gave a chuckle and Dua could feel her heart racing again.

She quickly stepped aside, escaping from him but he blocked her again. "And stop avoiding me each time we have sex. If you're insecure about your body, don't be because you're very beautiful." He said.

"I'm not insecure about my body," she said timidly. "It's just embarrassing," she added, her eyes dropping to the floor.

Steven raised her head with his finger, making her look at him. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, so don't be again, okay?" he said and she nodded.

"Good girl," he teased her.

He finally let go and went back to continue his movie on the couch and surprisingly she joined him on the couch too and his lips curved to a slight smile.

"Earlier today, about Diane's boyfriend's incident, why were you jealous? It's not like you're in love with me," she asked.

"Do I have to be in love with you to be jealous?" He asked her in return.

"Yes, because that would be the only reasonable explanation for your jealousy," she replied.

"Well, I hate it when strangers touch my stuffs," he said and she scoffed.

"So I'm your stuff?" She was getting mad.

"No...but you belong to me," he replied, making her fall speechless as she looked at him even though he was focused on the movie.

Dua’s breath hitched at his words, her heart pounding louder than the booming soundtrack of the movie. Any semblance of calm she had managed to grasp evaporated, leaving her anxious and flustered in its wake. "What do you mean I belong to you?" she managed to squeak out.

Steven finally turned to meet her gaze, his usual look in his eyes. "You're married to me, so naturally you belong to me," he replied.

Dua's heart calmed, something in her feeling disappointed in his reply. She expected something else that she couldn't quite figure out.