Chapter 28

I closed my eyes tightly when he rubbed my chest for the second time. While he was doing that, I unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt one by one.

"Pierre, get up for a second, I'm going to undress you," I said, struggling to get my voice out. Pierre paused what he was doing and looked at me intently. I snatched his cloth from him and hurled it on the floor, just as he had done with my tank top earlier. We were both half-naked at this point. This was my first time seeing him unclothed, and despite m that only his upper body was exposed, I couldn't stop staring at his body in awe.

"You're a little too in love with my body, huh?" he teased. I licked the insides of his mouth and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah," I murmured when he began licking the top of my mound. As he did that, he unbuttoned my jeans.

My body became even hotter once he was successful in removing it. He looked at me with pure passion and lust in his eyes, and as a result, my cheeks progressively warmed up.

His kisses traveled down my body until he reached the region of my body that I was most concerned about. He silently removed my panties and parted my legs even further than they had been previously.

I was quite ashamed. This was the first time that someone had ever seen me in my whole.

"You're a goddess, Aurie," he said, complimenting my appearance. He drew himself up close to the core of my body and looked at it closely.

Oh no, not that close!

I wanted to push him, but when his kisses landed on my center, I almost lost my mind.

Was this the kind of pleasure they were referring to?

"Pierre, oh my goodness..." He licked every part of my center as if it were some sort of lollipop. Because of the loudness of my moans, I had to bite my lower lip in order to keep them from escaping. I was worried that people on the other unit could hear me.

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me when he came to a complete halt. My legs were spread wide in front of him, but he stopped doing it.

"Why did you..."

"I need to stretch you out before I put it in." My brows were furrowed. I couldn't make out what he was saying, did he say stretch it out?

He stroked the centre of my thighs and opened up my thighs even further. When one of his fingers made its way slowly into my body, I gasped. The pain and pleasure was mixing as I closed my eyes tightly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, I mean...yeah, but it's not that painful. I can bare i--Ahh, Pierre..." He placed another finger inside me and began sliding it in and out. I was at loss for words; I was in pain, yet there was a part of me that enjoyed it as well. He continued for a minute before pulling it out.

"Too wet," he said, biting his lips. I used to feel ashamed whenever he uttered such things, but there was nothing I could do but remain silent. Everything he said was right; the only problem was that it was embarrassing to listen to.

I was aware that my eyelids were drowsy, as was Pierre, who was staring at me as he unbuckled his belt. When he successfully removed his bottoms, I gulped hardly when I saw what he was hiding. This was my first time seeing one, and I didn't expect it to be this long.

What the hell?

He climbed into bed and opened the side table drawer. He took something from there and used his mouth to open it.

I believed it was for protection. Our sex education instructor taught us to use it if we were going to do something sexual with another person. That was, if both of you were opposed to having children or were not yet prepared to be parents.

He slid it onto his shaft before placing himself between me. He tenderly kissed me as he lifted my chin with his fingers. I'd noticed that his kisses were never aggressive; they were always delicate and tender.

"I'm going to put it in," he muttered, kissing me on the lips once more.

"Ah..." I moaned as the tip of his member entered me. Pain gradually engulfed my femininity. I almost scratched Pierre's back with the sensation.

"Tell me if you can't take it any longer and I'll stop." I bit my lip and firmly closed my eyes. When I felt him completely penetrate me, I almost lost my mind. I was aware that Pierre's back had little scratches at the moment; I'd scratched him numerous times when the pain became unbearable.

"Are you all right?" he inquired. I nodded, my eyes nearly teary. We remained in that position for a few seconds more before he began to move slowly inside of me.

"Oh my goodness, Pierre." The pleasure and pain were mingling; I was not sure if I'd scream in pain or in delight. No one could comprehend how perplexing these feelings were.

After a few minutes, the discomfort began to fade away completely. It was almost as though my body had become accustomed to Pierre's movements.

"Fuck..." He whispered under his breath. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. The lust in his eyes were extremely obvious, and it was only now that I'd come to see this side of him.

I covered my mouth with my hands when I started to moan loudly. His thrust went faster, I think I need to restrain myself for crying that loud.

"Ah..." A couple more thrusts until I felt something erupting from within me; my thighs were trembling as Pierre hurried himself into my chest. I felt him throb inside me only a split second after I came.

He slowly removed himself from inside me and removed the protection. My cheeks immediately warmed up when I saw how much he was turned on even though we had just finished.

I was perfectly satisfied, but I was curious as to whether or not he was as well. Did he like it? This was my first time, I didn't know if I did it right.

"Hold on for a second, I'm going to clean you up," he said as he kissed me and walked into the restroom. I guess he'd get some things to clean me because I felt pretty sticky and unclean, and my core was still a little wet, so I was not very comfortable.

As I waited for him, the lids of my eyes began to droop and become heavy. The fact that this was the first time I'd done something like this had made me feel very exhausted. I was feeling a little empty, but I was also satisfied. I couldn't wait for Pierre to return because my eyes were slowly shutting down.

I awoke early the next morning, before the sun had really risen. Pierre and I were both sleeping in the same mattress. His bare body was holding me, and I was leaning against his chest for support. I kept an eye on the two of us from behind the cover; he was half naked, whilst I was fully clothed. Well, not quite that full because I wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I was simply wearing a white tee-shirt and black boxer shorts, both of which he clearly owned.

I carefully drew his arms away from me and walked away from the bed. I went into the restroom in complete silence and peed. When I sensed that anything was a little uncomfortable, my toes curled.

After peeing, I returned to the sink to wash my hands. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that I appeared to be normal. I was not very pale, but I didn't also really look okay. Just as I was about to go outside, I felt my tummy turned up side down.

Blood began to flow from my mouth as I switched on the faucet. I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and as a result, I vomited practically entirely of blood. Pierre attempted to rouse me to eat yesterday night, as I felt him shake me a few times. I simply planned not to wake up due to my body's exhaustion.

I scrubbed the sink quietly after vomiting. I was not surprised I vomited blood; I feel as though I was used to it. Not a week goes by without me vomiting blood at least once. I washed my teeth with the toothbrush that was left unused in Pierre's cabinet.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Pierre asked sleepily as I returned to his bed. His hair was a mess, indicating that he had just awoken from a lengthy sleep.

"Anything." I sat on the bed and embraced the pillow lazily. I wanted to shout at him when he yanked it from my embrace, but I was also taken aback when he crushed himself into me, as if he had taken the pillow's place earlier.

"I assumed we were going to eat breakfast?" I said with a laugh. I waited a few seconds without receiving a response other than his little snoring.

He was sleeping again?

Because it was still too early, I allowed him to sleep hugging me. I believed it would be just six am, as the sun had not yet fully risen.

While I waited for the time to pass, my phone rang unexpectedly. I moved cautiously to avoid arousing Pierre and took it on the side table.

It was a text from Iris, I was not sure what it was about.

Iris :

Someone named Seven is here, Aurie. I know you're currently in Pierre's condo, but please go home immediately. It's so damn awkward here.

My eyes widened when I read Iris' message. I gave my address to Sev yesterday. I expected him to visit our house, but not today.

I didn't want to leave yet, but I was at loss for options. I slowly removed Pierre's embrace and left the bed. I slipped a letter under his phone and changed my clothes.

Pierre, Iris texted me that there's an emergency at home, and I urgently need to leave. Eat your breakfast immediately upon waking.

Love, Aurie.

I phoned an uber before I left the condo. I was alone while taking the elevator down to the foyer. The surrounds were still chilly, not because of the air conditioning, but rather because it was still early in the morning. When I got down, I was greeted by a few people. Some people were dressed in gym attire, while others were walking their pets. The majority of them were having their morning coffee from a chair that was right next to the glass wall.

After walking out of the building, I noticed that the uber was already waiting for me.

"Waldon Subdivision, 138 Maple Street."

The engine immediately started when I said that. I couldn't seem to get Seven out of my head. I was not sure what he needed and why he went to our house. I was curious, but I was also nervous to know what he wanted.

I hoped he didn't say anything about me to my mother.

My hands were trembling when I arrived at our house. For a brief period, I was taken aback by the sight of an unusual car parked in our garage.

Perhaps it was Seven's.

I took a few steps and opened the front door. When Iris and Seven saw that I had entered the room, they both stood almost simultaneously. It appeared to me that Iris was very grateful that I had arrived since she walked towards me right away.

It must be quite uncomfortable for them. I know that Iris would not speak to Seven unless Sev initiated the conversation.

"Can you tell me what you're doing here?" I asked as I approached. Just like yesterday, Sev was dressed in his laboratory coat. He was wearing black slacks and a basic tee-shirt underneath the coat.

"Have you eaten?" He didn't answer my question, instead, he asked me that. Okay, Aurie, calm down. You shouldn't be offended; he was only asking a question. Be glad that he didn't bring anyone else with him.

"Not yet. Why did you come here? What if someone followed you? Did you tell mommy anything about me?" I was not overreacting. I was just a little concerned. Iris' father stated that my mother hired agents to seek for me; therefore, it was not impossible for my mother to employ someone to follow Seven as well.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone, and no one followed me. I told mama Aliana that I would be gone for weeks because I have a private patient who requires medical assistance at home. She didn't ask anything because I always do that when you were still in a coma." he said without a trace of humor. I breathed a sigh of relief at what I heard. I was sure mom trusted Seven a lot; after all, he was the one that frequently accompanied mommy everywhere she went, so she would never question what Seven was doing.

I sat down on the sofa and leaned back in the chair's backrest. Iris followed and took a seat next to me.

She had been completely silent since I came; did something happen?

"What brought you here? What do you need?" I asked once more. I'd been asking him that since earlier, but he never answered it. He sat across from us and gave me a serious look.

"How about we make a deal?"

Instantly, one of my brows rose. I had no idea what was going through his mind at the moment. Was he serious or what? Was he here solely to muddle my mind?

"What do you mean? Deal? I don't have time for that, Seven," I stated with a grimace. I wished to stay in Pierre's condo, I only returned home just to know why he came here.

"Yes, deal. This is for you, Aurie. If you disagree, we will return home." I swallowed several times because of nervousness. Following Seven's remarks, I felt Iris' hand clasp mine. I believe she was also apprehensive about the deal Seven was saying.

"What exactly is it?"

"I purchased a house in this subdivision. I'll pay you a weekly visit here. Or perhaps every three days, to make sure—"

"Come again?" I blinked a few times because of disbelief. What exactly did he say? Who told him that I wanted him here?

"If you won't agree, we will return home." To be honest, I was relieved that he didn't inform anyone. However, where did he get the audacity to use that against me? I truly am powerless to do anything if that would be the consequence of my refusal. I was quite grateful, yet I despised him at the moment.

"Continue."

"Perhaps three days a week, just to be sure. I'll accompany you to your school each day to keep an eye on your movements and health. If I need to sit-in, I'll speak with your dean; I'm sure he'll understand."

"What's the point of buying a house if you're gonna spend practically every day with her?" Iris stated, her eyes almost rolling. Seven gave her a passing glance but he simply didn't give Iris a response.

"I'll sleep in the guestroom whenever I'm staying here. I'll cover the rent if necessary. You must take your medications on a daily basis, okay? We're going to a clinic run by a friend once a week for a full body check up. Not to worry; she's a friend in whom I have the utmost trust. We've been friends since I was a child, and she's familiar with you as well. I told her your condition and she stated that she would also run away if her mother did the same, so you don't need to be concerned. Her clinic is located near the house I bought."

"Sev, I believe it's too much? How can I act freely if you are constantly watching me?" My fingers twitched as I averted my sight. I had a feeling that we'd go home immediately if I complained.

"You may continue living your life as you did before I saw you yesterday. The only change is that you will now be taking medications. I don't care what you do as long as you're healthy. Go on dates with your boyfriend or whoever that Pierre is, go shopping with that girl next to you, join a cheering team, or go to a club and be wild; I don't care. I'll simply stay with you because I'm aware that you may lose consciousness at any point. Didn't I tell that you slept for two days before hearing what Dr. Williams and Mama's conversation? The day you passed out outside your mother's room, weeks after regaining consciousness following your nearly eleven-year coma. I'm scared it will happen again, so I really need to keep an eye on you."