Chapter 26 UNCERTAINTIES
I bit the tip of my thumb nail continuously as I watched my reflection in the mirror. My mind was blank yet filled with many thoughts at the same time that I didn't know which thought to deliberate on first.
“What have I done?!” Was the single liked question I kept repeating to myself.
My mind went back in time, back to the moment I had shared with Rafael about thirty minutes ago.
The warmth of his skin against mine at that moment had done a lot to me than I could imagine it to be. The softness of his touches, how he had raised my leg, leaning closer with every symphony of moves while his hands crawled up my inner thigh.
His finger had touched my lip briefly, making heat pull between my legs endlessly.
The endearing look in my eyes called at him again and my hands wrapped around him in haste, his body hard against mine and my nails digging into his skin as he began to nimble on my pulse point.
“Ahn~” I moaned into his ears, growing weaker as he kissed my neck passionately that my body ached for more under him.
He found my lips again, kissing my breath away but I never wanted him to stop— not even for a moment.
I was already lost in his touch, his warmth, everything! He knew the right trails to make on my body, the right patterns to trace to make me go berserk and I wanted this man that smelt like sin more than anything in the world.
But our moment together was short-lived as a sharp knock of urgency came at the door. For once, we never wanted to stop, still lost in the passionate heat of the moment, but the knocks came again.
This time, more like there was trouble coming.
“Boss, is everything okay in there?” Marco's voice broke through, his tone urgent as he stood by the door impatiently.
Marco had rushed down to the room with the other men he could find on duty the moment the gun fire went off and while they had been rushing up the stairs, Rafael and I had been lost in our moment, finding ourselves in each other's skin.
“Boss!” Marco's voice came again sharply. “I'm afraid I'll have to barge in.”
“Your face is the last thing I want to see right now.” Rafael reluctantly gave a reply and Marco was relieved his boss had given him a reply at least which means everything was alright and most importantly— Rafael was still alive.
I giggled for a bit, but Marco had pissed Rafael off by interrupting.
Again, his voice made another announcement.
“The shipment has arrived at the dock and I have sent our men for banking and collection. We might have to hasten up the deal before your meeting with the Alessandro family at the Blue Dragon Party.”
A little going sparked up in Rafael's eyes at the sound of business and I understood what was about to happen without him breathing a word to me.
He had to leave at once as this business requires his attention. He picked up his empty gun, his shirt and got out of bed, heading straight for the door.
I shifted out of bed, sitting at the edge while I watched him leave and for a moment, I wish he didn't have to leave.
Maybe I was still trapped in the heat of the moment, he just kept lingering on my skin, in my mind and all that.
Then suddenly, Rafael turned around, walking back at me with quickened steps. His hand reached for my face and he pressed his lips against mine briefly so that I forgot how to breathe.
I could feel multiple bubbles fluttering in my stomach and he said to me, “I'll be back,”
And with that, he walked out of the room with Marco still standing by the door, waiting for him to take the lead.
“Did you confirm his invitation?” Rafael's voice echoed as they headed out in the hallway.
“Yes, and he'd be attending with his son.” I heard Marco's faint reply as soon I couldn't hear any more of their conversation.
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I shook my head, still too stunned to believe what had happened. I couldn't believe I had wanted Rafael even for a brief moment.
I wondered how things would turn out when he comes back for me.
What label had I put on the love-hate relationship between us?
What would he think of me now? That I was carving in for his affection?
No! It was only an act and I had simply got lost, trapped in the heat of the moment and there was nothing more to that.
Another sharp knock came at the door, jolting me out of my mundane train of thoughts.
I quickly sat up, did a ruffle to put my hair back in place and I cleared my throat. I wasn't expecting him to be back early and I had suddenly grown more nervous at the thought of him showing up.
What should I say to him? It was of no doubt he would try to bring up that conversation and make me realize what I had possibly done to him.
I couldn't blame myself for it was already too late. I had probably led him on. No! I have led him on.
And what more could I say to him to clear up the drift I had caused?
Could he possibly understand this while I had been feisty enough to initiate the first kiss?
I couldn't think more of this and I decided it was time to face it. Whatever happens, happens. I would be hurting his feelings by admitting to him it was all a fairytale, and I wouldn't be fitting myself in his shoes to consider his feelings.
After all, he had stolen a bride from her groom, a kiss that would cause him to sway was nothing.
“Come in.” I managed to say and the door was pushed open gently, revealing who was behind the knocks.
I stood up at once, my heart puffed up with sacred joy as they walked in.