Chapter 5 Caught By His Presence
I turn my face away instantly, shutting my eyes tightly. In panic, I place my hands over my eyes, my heart pounding hard in my chest. Without thinking, words slip out of my mouth, sharp and flustered, “You’re so shameless! Who bathes without clothes on?”
Before I can calm myself, a voice reaches my ears far too close, “You, girl… who takes a bath wearing clothes?”
His words catch me off guard. Heat rushes to my face. Still overwhelmed, I blurt out without thinking, my tone half-challenging, half-embarrassed, “I do. Come and see for yourself. Live.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, reality hits me. What did I just say?
I quickly remove my hands from my eyes and look at him. He is standing there casually, wearing only his lower and a T-shirt, a slow smile playing on his lips. His gaze is fixed on me dangerously calm. He steps closer.
“So,” he says softly, moving nearer, “Tell me when should I come for this live show?”
My breath catches. For a second, I forget how to breathe. Panic rises inside me. I start stepping back, one step at a time, my eyes never leaving his. He continues moving forward to certain.
I take another step back. Then another.
Suddenly, I feel it the cold surface behind me the wall.
Before I can react, he places his hand against the wall beside my head, blocking my escape. He stands dangerously close now, close enough for me to feel his presence, his warmth, his confidence. My heart races uncontrollably.
I am trapped between the wall and him, my breaths uneven, my mind completely blank.
I finally find my voice, though it trembles badly.
“D-d-don’t come closer. Talk while staying away,” I say, my words shaky, fear clearly slipping into my tone.
He doesn’t move back. Instead, he looks straight into my eyes, his gaze intense, unreadable. A slow, sarcastic smile appears on his lips as he says, “Wow. So you walk into my room, see me shirtless, and now I’m not even allowed to look at you closely?”
My throat tightens. My voice begins to sound almost like I’m about to cry, “L-look… I-I just came to say thank you. That’s all.”
His expression hardens instantly. His jaw clenches as he grinds his teeth, irritation flashing across his face, “Don’t ever come into my room again,” he says coldly.
I glare at him in anger, my fear quickly turning into frustration. Without thinking, I push him hard and run past him. My heart pounds wildly as I rush down the corridor. I don’t stop until I reach my room.
I enter, slam the door shut, and lock it immediately. Leaning against the door, I take deep, uneven breaths, trying to calm myself down. My chest rises and falls rapidly.
I walk toward the mirror and stare at my reflection. My eyes are wide, my face flushed. Shaking my head, I mutter to myself, “Oh God for a moment I thought he was a devil who would eat me alive today. Thank you, God, for saving me.”
Suddenly exhausted, I jump onto the bed and lie down, staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing, my mind replaying everything that just happened.
The soft morning light flickers across my eyes, and my eyelashes flutter slowly. I open my eyes. The room is quiet, and the light filtering through the curtains gives everything a soft, gentle glow. I sit up on the bed and stretch deeply, as if shaking off the fatigue of the night from my body.
I get out of bed and, without wasting any time, head to the bathroom to freshen up. The cold drops of water splash on my face, instantly waking me up completely. After a while, I finish my shower and step out.
Today, I’m wearing a red crop top and black jeans. The top is slightly short, revealing a bit of my fair skin. I look at myself in the mirror. My long hair is loose, my face looks fresh, and a small smile curves on my lips. I think to myself, “I really do look cute today.”
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door.
I tear my gaze away from the mirror and walk toward the door. When I reach it and open it, the maid is standing there with a tray, “Here you go, ma’am. Your breakfast,” she says politely.
I take the tray and smile at her, “Thank you.”
She smiles softly in return, closes the door, and walks away.
I place the breakfast tray on the table, pick up my coffee mug, and head straight to the balcony. As I open the balcony door, the cool morning air brushes against my face. I stand by the railing and look down at the garden.
And then, My eyes fall on Mr. Wilson.
He’s doing push-ups in the garden. The morning sunlight highlights his body. Sweat drips from him, muscles flexing with every movement. He’s completely focused, as if the world doesn’t exist beyond his workout.
My breath catches slightly, and my throat suddenly feels dry. I want to look away for a moment, but I can’t. A strange feeling stirs in my stomach hard to understand, but impossible to ignore.
I place my hand on my stomach, I close my eyes.
My heart beats a little faster. My mind is confused, but my heart feels an unfamiliar restlessness. This is a sensation slowly awakening inside me, growing quietly, yet powerfully.
Suddenly, I realize someone’s eyes are on me. I open my eyes and freeze in shock, Mr. Wilson is standing in the garden, staring at me with a piercing, angry gaze. My eyes widen in surprise, heart skipping a beat. He speaks in his deep, commanding voice, “Come to my study.” My breath catches, almost stopping, as his intense presence overwhelms me. I can’t move, my mind racing, and a strange mix of fear and curiosity floods through me.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!