They walked towards the bathroom, the cold water serving as a stress reliever for them. They stood under the shower, Jonah now pulled into Elliot's embrace, laid his head on his chest. As they stood under the shower, their bodies pressed close. Elliot kissed Jonah's forehead, then his cheeks before planting a kiss on his lips. They began talking, they discussed about their options.
"We could try to pay the money," Jonah suggested, his voice hesitant. "But even if we could, there is no guarantee he would leave us alone. He always keeps coming back for more and making the time frame shorter. This one is the most outrageous." Jonah said
"You are right," Elliot agreed, with a calm voice. "He has already shown us that he is not a trustworthy person. He will just keep coming back for more."
"So what do we do about it?" Jonah asked. "Do we just give up?"
"No, do not say it like that." Elliot said firmly, his eyes meeting Jonah's. "We just have to find a way to pacify him, while I work on trying to catch him." Elliot said.
"But how will you do that?" Jonah asked, his voice filled with doubt. "I have tried catching him, but he always seems like he is one step ahead of us."
"All we need to do is pay him for now. The amount he is asking for is not that much. I will get it through to you, when I'm in the office." Elliot told him.
"So? Do we keep paying? What if he asks for an amount that now becomes a problem, what are you going to do then?" Jonah asked. "We will find a way around it when that happens." Elliot insisted.
"I will see if Clara can be of any help." Elliot added sighing.
Jonah shrugged, his eyes looking at the ground, a wave of sadness washing over him. Elliot sensing Jonah's mood, placed a finger under Jonah's chin lifting his head to face him as he plants a kiss on his already swollen lips. Jonah melts into the kiss, hanging onto Elliot for dear life. The cold water rained on them as Jonah’s hands explored the smoothness of Elliot’s back, while Elliot’s lips attacked Jonah’s neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over his skin. A soft moan escaped Jonah’s lips as Elliot’s hand moved lower.
The doorbell rang loudly throughout the house distracting them from the activity they were about to engage in. Elliot froze, his hand still resting on Jonah’s hip.
"Who could that be?" he whispered, nervous tension coated in his voice. He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "I do not know. Were you expecting anyone this morning?" Jonah asked.
"Stay here," Elliot said, his voice low. "I will go see who it is." Elliot stepped out of the shower rushing, he quickly threw on some shorts and rushed downstairs. He looked through the peephole, his eyes widening in surprise and then narrowing with suspicion.
"Who is it?" Jonah called out, his voice echoing through the house. Elliot turned to see Jonah downstairs now covered in a bathrobe. He quiets Jonah whispering, "It is Lila" signalling that he has to hide. Jonah panicked, understood the signs and rushed back upstairs to the room to find a hiding spot. Elliot turned around, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
"Hello Lila." Elliot greeted after opening his door. Lila's eyes fell on Elliot, her mouth ran dry. His damp hair, the droplets of water on his abs and heavy breathing. She licked her lips discreetly, or at least tried to. Her eyes traveled down to his short, if she looked closely she could see the out print. Her pussy quivered in her pants. Elliot followed Lila's eyes and felt uncomfortable at the awkward silence and scrutiny.
"Lila," Elliot said, forcing a smile, "What a pleasant surprise?" Elliot said dryly.
"Hi, Elliot," Lila replied, her voice smooth, her eyes still lingering on his damp form. "You look sweaty." She said using this opportunity to rub her hands against his abs. Elliots belly churned in nervousness.
"Oh, uh, I was just working out," he stammered, running a hand through his wet hair. "Got a bit carried away."
Lila raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Working out this hard before the wedding? You will be exhausted by the time you walk down the aisle." She gave a light, almost teasing laugh, but her eyes did not show any form of joy. Elliot managed to give out a weak chuckle.
"ust trying to stay in shape. All this money would mean nothing if I am not fit, health is wealth." He knew his explanation sounded flimsy, but he really could not think of anything better on the spot. He gestured towards the entrance of the kitchen.
"Come in, come in." He led her to the kitchen counter, where she sat on a stool at the counter. Elliot’s heart hammered against his ribs. He could not shake the feeling that Lila was seeing right through him.
"Would you like some breakfast or you already had one on your way here?" He asked, trying to sound casual. "I was just about to make some."
"That would be lovely, and no I have not had breakfast yet," Lila said, her gaze following him as he moved around the kitchen. "Pancakes, if you do not mind. And some fresh berries."
"Of course," Elliot replied, grabbing the ingredients. He started mixing the batter, his movements a little too quick, a little too jerky. His hands shook slightly, clumsily cracking the eggs. He could feel Lila's eyes on him, studying him.
"So..." He said, trying to fill the awkward silence, "what brings you here?"
"Oh, just thought I would check on you," Lila said, her voice light. "See how the wedding preparations are going. And make sure you are not getting too stressed."
Elliot forced a weak smile. "That is very nice and thoughtful of you." Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from upstairs, followed by a muffled thump. Lila’s eyes widened, her head snapping towards the ceiling. "What was that?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Oh, it's probably just the wind," Elliot said, his voice a little too high-pitched. "Or maybe some pests I have been dealing with them for a while now, one of the reasons I am so focused on the new house now."
"Pests?" Lila repeated, her brow furrowed. "That sounded quite loud for pests. Perhaps you should call an exterminator. I know the perfect company you can reach out to, and you will never hear or see an animal near your house."
"Calm down, I will take care of it later," Elliot said, his voice strained. He glanced nervously towards the staircase, his mind racing. "What was Jonah up to in the room?" Elliot thought to himself. He needed to get Lila out of here, and fast. Lila's kept her stare fixed on him, her expression thoughtful. She did not believe his explanation, he could tell. But she did not press the issue. Instead, she smiled, a slow, smile. "Of course," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "Whatever you say, Elliot."
He could feel her eyes on him as he mixed the batter, every movement feeling like it was under a microscope. He was sure she saw the nervous glances he kept throwing upstairs. He just hoped she would not say anything, not yet.