Chapter 38

Anya was inside the bathroom while Andrius was lying on the bed. After their hot session earlier, the two decided to take a break. What they did was tiring but fun.

"Fuck! Why are you very sexy, baby?" Andrius couldn't help himself but to stare at Anya's outfit . His desire for her immediately rose while scanning her from head to toe.

Anya wore a pair of silky sexy lace nighties. He could almost see her lace panties. And he must admit, it fitted her perfectly.

"Ready, Mr. Monterio?” Anya asked as she walked closer to Andrius. Her pace was slow. Her eyes were on him. She was obviously teasing the young man. She even licked her bottom lip after biting it.

"Don't tease me like that, baby, or else I'm gonna punish you again. You want that?" Andrius said while looking at Anya intently. His words lack conviction. He felt hot all over his body again. He's under her spell again.

Andrius got up and sat at the foot of the bed while waiting for the girl to come near him. He's shirtless, but it didn't help to make him feel hot even more.

When Anyal got close, he immediately grabbed her small waist. He immediately made her sit on his lap.

"Hey, handsome. Want me to play for you?" Anya laughed at him.

Andrius frowned. He already knew her trick. "You're torturing me bug time, baby."

"You're always horny. What are you thinking about again, huh?" she whispered.

Andrius' desire worsened when Anya purposely grinded on his body. She is dry humping him while her arms snake around his neck. He was stunned. He couldn't think of anything but to claim her again.

Anya smiled in victory seeing Andrius flushed.

"Well, looks like superman is on fire," she teased and kissed his lips.

"Naughty. Don't play with me," Andrius said with a hoarse voice. He kissed Anya abruptly. Rough and hard kisses were thrown to each other, while their hands couldn't be fixed.

"Ohhh..." Anya moaned when she felt Andrius' hand on her core. She was even moved when he kissed her neck as he met his finger in and out of her. He's teasing her folds.

"Already wet, baby," Andrius said to her with a smile.

He lifted Anya slightly. Then, he carried her to get laid on the big bed. The woman frowned. Andrius laughed seeing her expression. He's amused. He looked at Anya while her hair was scattered on the bed. It is a beautiful sight for him. He couldn't get tired of admiring her simplicity.

"Sleep now, baby." His eyes were full of emotions. He laid down beside Anya and instantly pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arm on her tiny waist while resting his head on her shoulder.

If you're not the one

Then why does my soul feel glad today?

If you're not the one

Then why does my hand fit yours this way.

Anya quickly opened her eyes when she heard Andrius' baritone voice. He sings to her while gently patting the side of her thigh. She turned around to face Andrius who was still singing. His blue eyes greeted her instantly. She stared intently at him as he recited the words of the song.

"So, you're good at singing, huh?" he asked him. She looked at him seriously in the eyes but after a while she withdrew her gaze. She seems to be drowning every time she looks at him straight through his eyes.

“I love music. It made me calm, aside from cooking. But I love you more," Andrius answered. He moved closer to her and kissed the top of her head.

Anya's face immediately turned red at what the young man did and said. It's just annoying to think that he can thrill her entire being so quickly. He's like magic that whatever he says makes her heart flutter. Just one word from him could change the beating of her heart.

"Sing for me again, Andrius," Anya requested. She pressed herself into him and immediately inhaled his natural scent. It's addicting. Andrius was very fragrant to her sense of smell.

I never know what the future brings

But I know you're here with me now

We'll make it through

And I hope you are the one I share my life with.

I don't want to run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand.

If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am.

Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

“Ich liebe dich. Willst Du mich heiraten, Anya?” Andrius whispered.

Anya looked up to look at him. Her eyes are already half closed but she could still see Andrius' face. It is full of uncertainties and longing. His expression is weak. It's like he's afraid, that he doesn't know. He's acting differently now compared to before.

She couldn't stand seeing him uncertain. So, she planted kisses on his face. Then, she remembered what he said earlier. She asked, "What did you say? What does it mean, Andrius?”

Curious, her eyes were asking questions too. Looking for an answer to someone unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Andrius shook his head. He regained his stoic expression. He could feel how frustrated she was that he didn't answer her, but he remained silent.

"Nothing. Now, close your eyes, baby," he said instead

"What is it really? I wanted to know. You're so annoying! Don't talk to me in German next time, okay? I don't know anything about your words! I hate you.” Anya said and ignored Andrius.

"You will know soon, baby, if everything is okay," Andrius whispered. He let himself fall asleep, too. He let himself forget the things that were bothering him. He already made his decision on his company in Germany. And he is determined about it.

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Anya woke up the next morning feeling like her stomach was being dug up. Even though she was dizzy, she immediately went to the bathroom. She puked continuously but nothing came out. She feel nauseated

"Are you alright, baby?" Andrius opened the bathroom door. He entered and caressed her back. Anya looks pale and weak.

"I'm fine. Maybe it was because of too much cold last night," Anya answered, washing her face.

Andrius sighed. He is scared as hell.

He immediately hugged Anya.

"Damn, you're the death of me, baby," he confessed.