Chapter 56 Chapter 56
Selena
“Good morning,” I waved my hand a little, feeling awkward.
Suddenly my leg felt wobbly and I shifted the weight to the other.
“Good morning, Selena.”
God. How does his voice sound so good and deep? I licked my lips.
I wasn't going to show him that I was too affected.
But I do wonder what he thinks of me. Especially seeing me yesterday. My teeth grazed my lips.
“How do you feel?”
“Uh?” I looked up, surprised, but his eyes were down. I followed His gaze and my face flushed.
God I shrink inside the blanket, my ears turning red.
“You passed out last night, How do you feel now?” He asked, his hand rubbing his hair with the towel as he looked up at me now.
I do feel sore, but it was a good feeling.
I wasn't going to say that now. “I feel good, just a little sore.”
Yes, my head and mouth can be quite different.
He nodded, dropping the towel. But my eyes could only follow his movement, how his body tightened when he stretched, and that was what prompted my next question without me thinking.
“What did you do to me last night?” It was out before I could think about what I said.
I could only close my eyes, embarrassed.
Opening it, Theodore was walking towards me, his steps slow, those green eyes focused on me.
How could such a face exist? One so sexy that anyone would be ready to go to hell.
And anyone was me.
“I’ll help you with a massage then.” He came to a step in front of me, and I swallowed.
What does he mean by that?
Massage me, like down there?
I blinked my eyes, they were burning.
I coughed. “Ha ha.” avoiding his gaze, only for him to lean down to my height, facing me.
I swallowed the non-existent lump in my throat.
“You don't have to be shy, I saw all of you last night, that I can make a drawing of you.” The side of his lips curled in a smirk.
My eyes widened.
Lord, how can someone be this shameless?
“Speechless, aren't we? But you weren't the same while you had the ball in your pussy last…”
My hands fly to his lips, covering his mouth.
The blanket fell from my body to the floor, my heart beating faster than ever.
“You don't have to say…say everything.” I stuttered, my eyes blinking, without even thinking of who I had my hands over his mouth.
“Aren't you daring, stopping me from speaking, Selena. Not that I’m complaining.”
Under my palms, I could feel his lips curled into a smile. And fuck, I could also see it in his eyes. The way it morphed from the usual lazy gaze to a softer one, and that set my heart into a beating wave.
How can one be so beautiful just by their eyes? What if Theodore Mateo wasn't real, and my head was making him up?
But he was so close, so close.
He took my hand off his lips, raising back to his height that had always towered over mine. But he doesn't let go of my hand.
What was going on?
“Let's go, Martha must be done fixing you breakfast.” He started walking, and I could only follow as my hand was in his.
I ignored the blanket on the floor.
It was strange.
This was Theodore Mateo that everyone was scared of, yet why does he feel so warm? So perfect.
I looked at our hands. Mine smaller against his bigger ones, yet it looks so perfect.
What was this tension between us? Was it bad to ask what we were?
‘Now you are thinking way ahead of yourself. You should be questioning him on a lot of other things instead of drooling over him holding you.’
Yes, that was true.
I inhaled as we walked out of the door.
“Hm, how did you find me last night?” I asked, trying to make my tone light. My eyes met his back.
How I wish I could trace his back with my fingers.
“Coincidence. I happen to be there.”
“Hm,” As much as I didn't want to believe it, it was a little believable. That explains why he was able to come to my rescue.
“Last night..” I chewed the inside of my lips, and he stopped to look at me.
My breath caught.
It seemed no matter how this man looked at me, I would never be unaffected.
“Last night….” He repeated in his deeper tone, his eyes looking, searching mine.
“What did you do to me?” It came out as a whisper.
He took his time and turned to me,his hold on me tightened a little.
“What do you think of Selena? I only gave you what you wanted.”
“You know that wasn't what I wanted,” I argued, searching his eyes.
“Then, what was it that you wanted?” He took a step closer, and I found myself moving back.
But he doesn't stop. Like a predator teasing his prey, he looked at me, each step I took back made his lips curl deeper.
An evil grin in his eyes, and then my back touched the cold wall. He stopped, just a step away from crushing my body.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay focused, even though my legs were trembling at our closeness, and the conversation.
“I wanted you to take me,” I spoke boldly, anxiousness reflecting in my voice.
His eyes searched mine, then his finger rubbed my hand, and that was enough to send fire all over my body, making my sex ache as if remembering last night.
“I did,”
“You didn't. You know that wasn't what I meant.”
He smirked now. “It was on impulse, Selena. You didn't want it, you only wanted to forget about him. I will never take you like that.”
My heart skipped. What does it feel like a confession?
“And if I want it?”
Again, I spoke without thinking much.
“Mm,” He hummed and then leaned, making his face in front of me.
“Then, be mine. Be my muse, and I will give you everything you want from me.”
I swallowed. And he smiled.
“I thought as much, Come eat now.” With that, he straightened and started walking to the kitchen.