Now he was in the bathroom while I was in the room waiting for him to come out because I was going to take a shower. I needed cold water now. Me with the billionaire bachelor in town and the governor sleeping with me? That would be a blast when someone found out.
I didn't get what he was up to either; I couldn't read his next moves. He always gave me an unexpected twist. I sat on the master bed and looked at the floor. I could sleep there, right? I furrowed my brow as I thought about what would happen next. But I was just giving myself a hard time; the man would probably know I predicted something.
I turned back when I heard the door make a noise; he probably came out with only a towel on his body. I don't want to testify to an abdomen that knows the figure is satisfactory; I swallowed hard.
"You want to go next?" He asked me hoarsely pointing to the bathroom. Maybe he saw the towel I had prepared on my shoulder. I didn't move for a second but immediately got up to leave him, wanting to escape the agitation that was tempting me. I slammed the door by accident, I swear. I even closed my eyes and held my chest.
"Blair!" I scolded myself. Why do I make it seem like I was affected?
I took off all my clothes, then I turned on the shower. The dripping water was all over my body; how frigid it was stirring into my dermis. After that, in one's bones, I went out wearing a bathrobe; maybe I was so beatific that I didn't distinguish that I was with someone.
"Ahhh!" I squeal, his eyes wide open, and turn behind him thinking I saw a ghost."You're still here?" I yelled. He held his chest, maybe to soothe his feelings.
"I'm sleeping here, remember?" His phlegmatic eyes returned, and the way he gazed at me showed dispassionate impartiality. I forgot for a while about that; I stopped my mouth. "You get dressed." He enjoined, and I toe the line like a slave.
"I'll sleep on the floor," I declare, looking at my framed portraits on display in the room. I was glad that it stayed like how we disposed of them; even my parents' big wedding frame was still there on the wall. He turned his glance at me while I was preparing a foam on the floor.
"What are you doing?" He poses vexedly, glaring at what I'm doing with his brows furrowed. "Get that back!" He embarked, but I was so shrewd and put on an act that I didn't overhear him.
"I'll just sleep on the floor." I repeated myself and continued to put my things there. But rough hands snatched the pillow away from me, and my eyes dazed, heeding him.
"We'll sleep together." he said, marking and putting back all the things that I put on the floor while I was trying to catch them away from him, but it's obviously not working. He is vast, he towered over me, so I can't do anything now just looking at him.
"Come on, Raven, we're not married!" My face heated up when I said that to him weakly, but he is really tough. That's why I gave up and let him.
"Fvck! I'm not going to do anything to you." I bent my head down, and my shoulders suddenly fell for reasons I don't know. Argh, I don't understand you either, Blair! "Eyes on me, Blair." I kept my head down. I don't want him to see me blushing with embarrassment; what would he think then?
He touched my chin, and his hands brushing my lips wrecked my whole body. A hankering builds arousal in me; I don't understand why I feel this way every time we crash into each other. "Come on, baby." Fascinated by his voice and how his amber eyes stick to me, my knees quake.
I was not like this before. Everything is just formal between us; sometimes we just pass each other because I'm not important to the wisest Smith. Without Raven, their company will put the kibosh on the business magnate, deadliest among the Smiths. He can simultaneously run three corporations while serving his town as the governor. That's why I didn't dream about reaching him, and I wouldn't dream about him because he was too potent and the fact that he was a Smith.
Compare Raven to his brother Roux, who wants to be followed by everything he wants and doesn't want anyone interfering with the things he wants to achieve. Roux is aggressive; he would do anything to get what he wants by hook or by crook, and no one can stop him. That's why, when he rejected me and chose Lethia saying he loves her, I immediately accepted that he didn't love me. I was played and betrayed. I know Roux very well. His parents could not do anything to make him follow them.
"R-Raven," I stutter, and I curse under my breath. How could I stutter in front of him?
"I promise, baby, I won't do any harm to you." He whispered, and it tickled my ears. He arranges some hair strands and puts them behind the ears. He slowly made me face him, just so our eyes would converge. "I won't do anything you don't want." My throat was dry from how close our gap was. I wanted to retreat, but his coarse and enormous hands were holding my back to stop me from taking a step.
"Can you make distance?" I pleaded. But he was stubborn; he came even closer to me, so his face was so close to mine that his manly scent had access to my nose.
Shit! I cursed under my breath once again. I forgot what my goal is when I was with him and it was dangerous. I was scorchingly surprised that he was like this around me.
"I want to kiss your lips, but I respect you." He whispered between our lips, licked his red cherry-moisten lips, and sighed before turning his back on me. I inhaled the scent of his mouth with mint, it was turning me on.
Guide me by this time; I didn't know if I could handle the presence of an Axl Raven Smith. Because I had never felt this, even with his brother, whom I loved before. Roux couldn't make my mind nuts.
I was afraid that I would be altered by the role that I gave him.
Remember Cbiara Blair? He is the one who will be over heels for you, not you who will chase him in the end!