Chapter 41 Control
>>Clio
His gaze came towards me but before he got to see me properly he let out a wince of agency
"Hssss!!"
I could say hurting him wasn't intentional, but I did throw the hot water at him out of fear and hope that he won't see me. And the water went straight into his eyes.
He stumbled back with his hands slapped to his eyes, "Clio!" He let out a roar, almost slipping on the water that had splashed out of the tub onto the floor, "Woah!" He managed to avoid that as he went and leaned against the sink counter while I scrambled back
"I'm so sorry!!" And I had done it again. I've assaulted my boss once again. I can't believe this keeps happening! Why do I always end up in such situations with him!?! "I'm really sorry," I kept my eyes on the mirror, he had his back to it so I could only see his back.
My heart drummed in my chest, I could feel the rhythms in my thighs as I had my legs attached to my chest again. And at that moment, I felt really scared and cornered. There was nowhere for me to go from here.
"Why the," He removed his hands from his eyes, "Would you do that?"
"I'm," I gulped, I was afraid. What if he got super mad and just threw the curtains away and tried to face me directly??? "Self-conscious..." What if he grabbed me and yanked me? I would get exposed immediately.
He turned his face towards the curtain with a bewildered expression but didn't say anything. I watched him as he blinked a few times to steady his eyesight and straightened up.
I clenched my fists, readying myself to face whatever was coming because I knew whatever was coming wasn't going to be good and the anxiety started squeezing my chest.
What now?! What will he do now?!? Will he throw me out? He will definitely fire me but what will he do right now?
I gulped thinking about all the things that could happen but what he did didn't cross my mind at all.
He shook his head, turned the other way, then quietly left the bathroom.
Oh...
I remained frozen in my place as I kept my eyes on the mirror.
...
He just left? Just like that? Isn't he angry at me? He should have body-slammed me into the wall with the way I behaved with him. It wasn't intentional, but I've assaulted him so many times now!
I pursed my lips and sank my body deeper into the hot water.
Gosh...
The boss really is nice I guess.
I don't think any other boss would let something like this slide this many times. I let out a sigh of relief. Matthew definitely isn't the killer, he wouldn't kill someone he adores, right? And with how tolerant he is, I highly doubt he's the bad guy.
I breathed the bubbles out through my nose while I felt guilty.
But then again, serial killers are calculative and calm, they don't let their violent side show. I got my mouth out of the water. But then again, the office fellows seem to know that he can get angry when someone gets on his nerves but I never got to know what and how.
And if he was the killer, he would have just killed me here in the bathtub. It's not like anyone knows I'm here.
I let out a deep exhale, then stood up from the water and got out of the bath, immediately grabbing the towel from the sink counter, I dried myself
I then grabbed my underwear from the basket. I shouldn't leave it here in the first place, that can be dangerous. I wore it, then grabbed the clothes Matthew brought and wore them.
But only after I wore them did I realize something. There was a huge problem with these clothes.
Oh no...
My heart dropped.
I couldn't let go of the pants I was wearing while the shirt started troubling me as well.
The shirt was a bit too big and kept slipping off my shoulder and the pants kept falling off of me...
"Oh man," I frowned, "What do I do now?" I looked towards the door. I can't just go out like this... I looked at the laundry basket. And I can't wear those again, they're dripping with rain water...
I bit my lower lip and felt like running away.
GOD! Why!??! Why are you doing this to me?!??!
I don't even have the courage to go out and ask Matthew for help but what else am I supposed to do?!?!
It took me a lot of courage to get out of the bathroom and go to the lounge where I saw Matthew on call with someone. He noticed me immediately and ended the call while keeping his eyes on me.
My cheeks were slightly flushed and I was confused as to how to bring the topic forth.
"Um," I was grabbing onto the pants tightly, "T-this,"
"Is something wrong?" Matthew kept his eyes on me while I felt awkward and embarrassed.
How do I explain this situation to him after assaulting him? I looked back at him. He didn't look angry though, I gulped, maybe it's fine if I say it, "The clothes are too big," I said.
"Hmm?" He looked at the clothes I was wearing, "They look fine to me, they're on you, aren't they?"
No! They're only there because I'm holding onto them for dear life!!! "Well," I gulped, "Um, this," I don't know why but this was making me shy, "They don't fit."
"..." He didn't give me a reply and I panicked. Does he think I'm joking around or something?!?!
"I'm not lying," I said, "Look," I don't know why I thought it was a good idea but I let my pants go and they slid down.
!!!
He was surprised at what I did as his eyes followed the pants sliding down. But just as I let them go, my brain flipped at what I had done.
What am I doing!!?!? Before they reached my knees I pulled them back up, "They don't stay!" I looked at him in desperation and he stared at me for a second, then answered.
"Just take it off then," He gave me a casual reply
"What?" My heart flipped in anxiety. Take it off?!?! Why should I take it off?!?!
"We're both men, does it matter if you're not wearing pants?" It does!!! Because I'm not a man!!!!,"You're wearing the boxers right?" He asked,
I nodded, "I wore my own,"
"..." He nodded, "That's fine too. Throw the pants away if they don't fit. Azef and I have similar sizes, so, even if I gave you his clothes the result would be the same."
He kept his eyes on me and then a smirk appeared on my face which made my heart act funny. Is he finding this funny?! He must think I'm an idiot of sorts!
"Come," patted on the seat beside him, "Sit, I ordered some food."
I remained in my place, still holding onto my pants, "In this weather?" I looked out the window, it was still raining.
"It's on the same street so they delivered." He replied,
"Oh," I nodded and looked down at the pants that were covering my feet and contemplated life. The shirt was big enough to cover me, it reached my thighs anyway and I can't just keep playing with the pants the whole time I'm here.
And there's something bothering me.
I glanced at Matthew, he kept staring at me, making me feel giddy. There was something in his eyes, something that was making me restless.
I gulped
Does he suspect something?
>>Matthew
I was in the lounge, on call when I heard Clio come out of the bath. He noticed me immediately and I ended the call I was on and looked back at him.
His cheeks were slightly flushed and he looked confused. It looked like he wanted to say something but was embarrassed to say so. He kept his hands tightly on his clothes, clutching them for dear life.
I was a little annoyed when he threw hot water into my eyes but looking at him wearing my clothes that were too big on him made all of the anger dissipate.
"Um," He was grabbing onto the pants I gave him as if they were going to run away, "T-this,"
"Is something wrong?" I stared at him.
He looked at me, the slight flush on his cheeks was adorable and I couldn't stop staring, "The clothes are too big," He said.
"Hmm?" I could see that they were too big, but I wanted to play dumb, "They look fine to me, they're on you, aren't they?" I liked the way they looked on him.
He looked flustered, "Well," He gulped, "Um, this," I could see the gears in his brain turning, trying to figure out how to convey the message to me, "They don't fit."
I kept my eyes on him without a word which in turn baffled him more.
"I'm not lying," He puffed his chest, "Look," He let his pants go and they slid down.
!!!
My eyes grew slightly wider as I followed the pants sliding down in amusement. Wow, I loved the view, but before they reached his knees he pulled them back up, "They don't stay!" All the while I kept wondering that how self-conscious does one have to be to not want anyone to even accidentally see you naked but I can tell why now.
He's skinny and apparently curvy too. Very unusual for a man.
...
Is he really a male?
"Just take it off then," I replied and his eyes went wide in fear.
"What?"
"We're both men, does it matter if you're not wearing pants?" Considering how defensive he is with his body, it must matter to him a lot, but I want to test it out, "You're wearing the boxers right?"
He nodded, "I wore my own,"
"..." I averted my gaze. He wore his own? Come to think of it, I didn't give him any underwear. Damn it... I should have, "That's fine too." I replied, "Throw the pants away if they don't fit. Azef and I have similar sizes, so, even if I gave you his clothes the result would be the same." I looked at his waist, I couldn't get a good view of it since my shirt was baggy over him, but with the view I got in the bathroom, I knew his waist was slim.
A smirk appeared on my face.
Slim enough that my pants just slip down.
Ah~
If only he wasn't a man...
"Come," I patted on the seat beside me, "Sit, I ordered some food."
"In this weather?"
"It's on the street so they delivered.",
"Oh," He looked down at his pants for a moment, then let his hands go, letting them drop all the way to the floor.
I heard my wolf howl in my head at the view. Clio adjusted the big shirt on him, tugging it down, trying to cover his thighs while the shirt slipped down his shoulder, exposing his slender body.
I took a deep breath at that. Seeing his bare legs reminded me of when I saw them at his house.
I clenched my fists. It was appealing then as well but this, this was some
thing else. It was like getting a shot of dopamine. Seeing him in my clothes that were falling off of him required a special kind of self-control and I feared that I might just not make it.