Chapter 12

I raised an eyebrow and raised my forehead to meet his eyes staring at me.

"Maybe you're the one enjoying my lips," I said and then grinned at him. I passed him and hit his shoulder which is the reason for him to give me the way out.

I went straight out of the suite. I immediately leaned against the door. I held my chest as I caught my breath. My chest is pounding so hard. I acted brave in front of him earlier. But the truth is that my heart is raging.

I went down to the kitchen to get food for Zoren and immediately went back upstairs pushing the trolley.

I caught up with him already in the living room and sitting on the sofa. He immediately stood up when he saw me enter the suite.

I ignored him and was about to go straight to the table but he blocked my path.

"Didn't you enjoy my kiss?" he asked.

My lips parted and I immediately looked up at him. Until now, is he still thinking about the kiss that happened between the two of us earlier?

"Are there different kinds of kisses, Mr. Russel? For can you say I didn't enjoy it?"

"So you enjoyed it?"

I immediately shook my head. "I didn't say I enjoyed it."

I passed him and went straight to the table. I prepared his meals.

He sat in his chair and after a while I sat down too. We started dinner quietly even though I noticed how often he steals glances at me.

"Did you know I'm famous?" in the middle of dinner he said.

My brow furrowed and I stopped chewing.

"In which part are you famous?"

"I'm a fuckboy and-"

"That you shouldn't be proud of!" I immediately said so he stopped talking.

"I'm popular with the girls. They all ask for at least one more after I've had sex with them. All of them enjoyed my lips, my tounge and my body..." He leaned back in his chair. "So I don't understand why you don't want to admit that you enjoyed my kiss!" he said quickly. Looks like it's starting to irritate me again.

"Do you hear yourself? Not all women are like the women you have sex with!"

"Are you saying you're different?"

My eyes widened slightly.

"M-maybe?"

He frowned. "Maybe? What's that answer? Just answer me yes or no, Melissa!"

"No," I said firmly.

"I'm sure you'll come back for me too when you taste me," he said and resumed eating.

"I'm not interested. Also, are you big enough to be that proud of being a fuckboy?"

He frowned and completely dropped the cutlery he was holding on the plate.

"It's big, Ms. Virgin. Don't challenge me if you don't want me to show this to you right now."

"Ew!" I said immediately. "This is really what we're talking about in front of the food?"

He didn't say a word and even looked at me evilly before he turned his full attention to the food.

We finished our dinner quietly. It's good that he didn't open the topic again about our kiss earlier, about him being a fuckboy and how big and long his pet is. Maybe he forgets that I'm still a girl and I'm not comfortable with such a conversation.

Or maybe he thought I was comfortable? I think I overacted.

"After you finish that, go into the room immediately," he said as he stood up after eating.

"Huh?" I responded bluntly. Why would he let me in his room?

"You didn't hear me? Do you want me to repeat it?"

I immediately shook my head. "Oh, no! I heard it. Alright, I'll go in right away. I'll just finish it," I said and immediately turned my back on him.

Could it be that he has bad plans for me?

Instead of rushing to wash the dishes, I slowed it down even more. If only I could stop the movement of the clock hand, I would have done it.

"Why did it take you so long to finish?" he greeted me when I entered my room.

I know he's not stupid so I'm sure he noticed that I slowed down. Who wouldn't notice the two dishes, two glasses, spoons and a few bowls that I washed?

"Why did you let me in here?" Instead of answering him, I asked him a direct question.

"To sleep?" he said and went back to bed. He sat at the end of it and looked up at me.

"I'll just go back to the sofa. I'm fine there." He stared at me for a while before sighing.

"You don't like beside me?"

"Oh, of course! Why would I be next to you? We're not sweethearts!"

"We can sleep together even though we're not a couple. I'm sleeping with different women who I had a one-night stand with and we're not emotionally attached, but we can sleep together..."

"That's different! You can't have a one-night stand with me. I am your maid. Maid!" I said, sounded like I wanted him to understand the situation.

"You don't want me to have a one night stand with you, Melissa? Why? What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with you? You know if you treat me like this, I'll stop being your personal maid!"

I was about to turn around and leave persistently. But it was like a flash of lightning that came to my mind about mom's situation. I really need money right now.

"Do you know why I hired you as my personal maid?"

I looked at him. He stood up and I saw how serious he was while looking at me.

"Because I like you," he said in a hoarse voice. It was so faint that I could hardly hear it. It's like he doesn't want to say and he doesn't want to let me know but he has no choice.

"W-what? You want me? What do you want? A one night stand?"

He blew out air violently.

"I've always liked you. Ever since I first set foot here at the Bluestone Hotel..."

And when will that be? I cannot remember. No matter what I do, he is out of my memory.

"And that was two years ago."