ARIANA
A light knock was heard on my bedroom door. I was about to get to bed but I was disturbed again. “Who's that?” I asked, irritated by someone. I was still taking heavy medication. And they all made me drowsy.
“It's me, Ariana.” My heart skipped a beat in fear as I heard his voice. I didn't want to see him. Especially not alone, at night.
“Why are you here? Leave me alone.” I tried to sound as firm as possible. I didn't want him to know that I was terrified of my well-being.
I was not even surprised when he opened the door that I asked Amilia to lock before she left me after dinner. He walked inside and locked the door. My breaths quickened, thinking about the worse. “I need to change your bandage, my Sweetness.” He whispered, shaking the first aid box to show me.
“Can't Amilia do that? Or I'll do it myself. You don't need to trouble yourself with this.” I whispered, clutching onto the blanket against my chest.
“No!” He growled, taking his seat at the edge of the bed.
“What? Why? She even helped me bathe.” I tried to reason.
All of a sudden, he was on top of me, hovering over me. His face was merely a few inches away from mine. I was looking into his chocolaty eyes. “That's because that treasure between your legs…” he paused for a second. His pupils dilated, he leaned even closer that our lips were now touching. “...is mine and mine only. I am the only one who can touch it, explore it and taste it.” A shiver ran down to my spine as I heard his possessive tone.
Every single word that he spoke was laced with domination and possession. I was breathing heavily, my heart was hammering against my rib cage. He slowly removed my blanket. I could no longer argue with him. I felt light headed for some reason. And it felt good for some reason. “Spread those legs for me, my Sweetness.” He whispered, as he opened the first aid kit.
Licking my lips nervously, I opened my legs. He laid in between my legs. He grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. I whimpered as the cold air touched my sensitive clitoris. When I looked down, my heart almost jumped out of my throat. His face was inches away from my pussy. His hot breaths were fanning over my pussy.
I covered mouth as he gently took the old bandage off. He cleaned up the wound with a clean chunk of cotton, dipped into warm water. I was able to hold my moans by then. Then he took some ointment on his finger. The moment he touched me down there, I started shivering. Not in fear this time.
“Did I hurt you, My Sweetness?” He asked, a concerned look on his face. I bit my lower lip hard and shook my head. I couldn't tell him that I had started to feel something down there. I felt like my body was betraying me.
I was thankful that he didn't ask me anything else. He just nodded his head and got back to his work. He quickly covered my wound with a new bandage. I took a breather as I thought he was done. Just then, he placed a quick peck over my bandage, making me gasp so loudly that I nearly choked on my own breath.
When he pulled away, I glared at him but he chuckled at his sneaky peck shamelessly. “You're a jerk.” I growled at home angrily.
He turned to look at me and winked at me, making me blush for no reason. Or maybe, there was a reason but I refused to acknowledge it. “I know, my Sweetness.” He whispered, wiping his fingers with a napkin. He tucked me in then pecked my forehead.
“Sleep! Get better!” He whispered against my forehead. His lips moved so gently. He then pulled away. He dimmed the lights in my bedroom, then walked out.
……..
The next morning, Amilia helped me downstairs. When I entered the kitchen, I sucked onto the air around me. Amilia left me there. And I was standing by the entrance, staring at his bare back. He was in his trousers and bare from his upper body. An apron was wrapped around his torso. He was cooking. “Why are you standing there, my Sweetness? Come here.” He whispered, holding his hand for me.
With a shuddering heart, I stared at his hand for a moment. I slowly walked toward him. It was uncomfortable whenever I walked. As soon as I placed my hand in his, he pulled me to his tall figure, scooped me up in his arms and made me sit on top of the counter. “Here! Sit right in front of me. I want to watch you.” He whispered, making my breath hitch.
“What are you doing here, at this time, Enzo? Don't you have work?” I asked calmly, trying to avoid the fact that my heart was trying to rip out of my chest on its own.
“I am not going anywhere until you have healed completely.” He whispered, placing a piece of chicken against my lips.
“Taste it!” He whispered again. I opened my mouth and took the bite.
“It's good.” I replied, while chewing. I couldn't help but smile. He was making my favorite sweet and sour chicken for breakfast. I held my breath as he leaned closer, his lips were a mere inch away from mine.
“I wanna taste it too.” He whispered, making my breath hitch again. I didn't know if he thought this kind of sweet seduction could get him the forgiveness he sought. Surely, my heart agreed with him.
“Then take your own bite. I am not kissing you.” I boldly replied. His lips curled up in a mischievous smirk as he heard me. He didn't say anything. He went back to cooking.
After breakfast, he was sitting in the couch, a book in his hands. I was laying on the couch, my head was on his lap as I tried to read the book in my hands and avoid the scent of the musky cologne, mixed with his original scent. His original scent was oceanic.
His fingers were deep in my hair, gently massaging my scalp. He was literally carrying me everywhere. Even if I had to go to the bathroom, he was the one carrying me there, giving me space to do my business then taking me back out.
From time to time, he was stealing glances at me, making my heart skip a few beats. My stupid heart just couldn't do whatever it's told to do. I wanted my heart to be unresponsive toward his charm. When I was frustrated enough, I sat up and placed the book in my hand, to the side.
I was about to get off of the couch when Enzo suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his lap. My breath hitched when he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer. “Enzo, what are you doing?” I asked, placing both of my hands on his shoulders, trying to push myself away from him.
“Don't go anywhere. Stay with me.” He whispered breathlessly. I gulped hard, looking at his submissive side. He didn't try to touch me inappropriately. He didn't try anything funny. He was literally begging me to stay with him.
My arms, as if they had grown a brain of their own, or if my silly heart was constantly controlling my limbs, wrapped around his neck and hugged him. We both were frozen in our places, trying to figure out what was happening to us.
A moment later, he relaxed on the couch and my head was against his chest. It was not the first time when I was listening to his heartbeat. But it was definitely the first time when his heart was beating so fast, almost hammering against his chest. I wrapped one of my arms around his torso, placed my second hand on his chest and closed my eyes.
“I want you to fire her.” I spoke after a while. It felt like I was supposed to do it sooner.
I pulled my face away from his chest when he didn't respond. “Ariana, my Sweetness. She is just an old…”
I didn't let him finish. “I don't care if she is fucking old. Or if she made a mistake. There was no mistake. She was dictating everyone. And in my own home, she humiliated me in the worst way, calling me a cheater. Either she lives under this roof or I. The decision is yours.” I firmly gave him my answers.
It had been on my mind since I decided to come back with him. That woman was no one innocent. And I ignored her despicability for years. In front of Enzo, she always maintained her innocent side. As if, the others were either crazy, or had a problem with that witch. He didn't say anything. Just nodded his head slowly in defeat.