My parents had just left for home not too long ago. While mom was reluctant to leave me here, Dad looked rather relaxed. After all those embarrassing questions he asked three days ago, I think he should be. Mom, however, looked like she wanted to question me, but she held her tongue. Seems like she’s trying to come to terms with this. Hopefully, she can. Staying here in exchange for their lives was our agreement from the start. Plus, Kasan won’t hurt me. He literally does everything I say.
Speaking of which, Kasan hadn’t returned from wherever. I thought he was just sparing me some time alone with my parents but now, I think not. Today would mark the third day since then and it’s nearly nightime yet he still hasn’t returned.
Moreover, he also went out a few days ago and I assumed he was visiting his friend at the hospital, but what if that isn’t the case? What if he’s… lost interest?
But do I have the right to complain? I mean, we aren’t even dating…. and we most definitely never will! I just agreed on the sex. That’s all. On the bright side, if he’s lost interest, I should be happy. Atleast then, I’d get to leave without him hurting my parents.
I tried to smiled at my thoughts but to my dismay, it didn’t reach my eyes. Truthfully, I hated the thoughts roaming around in my head. I hated that he might not want me anymore. And I hated that I hated that.
Does that even make sense? I feel so freaking stupid. When did I start worrying about guys not wanting me? I was never this… well… girly!
Besides, why would he have lost interest? I’m not clingy. I don’t ask him money nor clothes. And sex is awesome.
Perhaps, I’m just overthinking? Yeah, perhaps….
I ran a hand over my face while placing the empty plate I was holding atop the counter.
“Hey there!”
I looked towards the kitchen entrance, spotting Nate leaning against the wall as he stared over at me, amused.
Nate’s a good guy, annoying but good. I guess you could say I converse with him more than all the other guy’s… though he’s the only one who’s around most of the time. We’ve had small talks sometimes and stuff, so we’re most likely on the road to becoming friends.
“What is it?”
“Kasan’s back. He’s in his room.” He announced, grinning.
My eyes instantly brightened and I stood to my feet, readying to run off towards the stairs. I didn’t really care if I looked like some stupid crazed girl, because the only witness would be Nate and frankly, NO ONE cares about him.
“He seems a little upset though.”
I instantly pulled to a stop beside him and rose a brow. “Why?”
“You’re the one who should know… he’s been like that ever since your parents came. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”
Ever since Mom and Dad came? Really?
“His face is probably gloomier than the weather.” He laughed. “You should cheer him up a bit.”
Cheer him up? I could do that.
Nodding my head, I quickly scurried pass him and up the stairs, climbing two at a time until I was standing in front of his room.
I was literally close to bouncing on my feet when I stepped in. He was sitting topless on the edge of the bed with water droplets glistening in his hair. So I take it he just taken a bath? How did I not see when he came in? How did I not even hear him?
“You’re back.” I stated the obvious while grinning stupidly, but he didn’t look over at me, he didn’t even raise his head.
Wow…
Who shoved a stick up his ass?
I could potentially get annoyed with him, but he looked too hot just sitting there shirtless, so instead, I chose to admire him. A few droplets were creeping down his delicious chest and his hair was frazzled over his forehead, giving him that sexy look he always seemed to have. I continued to stare down at him and as if he could feel my gaze, he grabbed the shirt from the bed and threw it over his head then pulled it down his chest.
I frowned. “If you’re angry because of how mom acted, then you don’t need to be. She just doesn’t like you because you threatened us back at the house. Plus, you guys didn’t exactly have a good relationship before then either.” I inched over and sat close to him, close enough for us to be shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. Yet, he still didn’t look at me. That was when I knew the severity of the matter. He’s pretty angry.
Is he seriously like this because of what mom said? Or is it something else?
I simply can’t guess what could have possibly angered him aside from that, so I might as well try to lighten the mood a bit.
Cracking my fingers, I threw my leg over his thigh and climbed into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. This time, he didn’t have any choice but to look at me. His grim eyes met mine in a dangerously slow motion. I almost flinched, but quickly regained composure.
“Sooo… my parents are gone.” I informed, tightening my hands around him. “I didn’t expect you to bring them over.”
He didn’t say anything, neither did he move to touch me.
“When are they allowed to come back? Or am I now free to go visit them whenever?”
“You can do whatever you want.” He said dully. “… as long as you’re okay with Nate guarding you.”
“Why can’t you do the guarding?”
Again, he didn’t answer.
My frown deepened. He’s seriously beginning to irritate me. “Why are you so stiff?” I jabbed him in the chest with my index finger, rolling my eyes when he didn’t even budge. “Come on, lighten up. How about we finish what we started before my parents came?” I suggested. I was pretty confident that he’d show some sort of reaction to that. Afterall, he’s still the same old fuckboy anyway.
He finally moved his eyes to look over my figure and just as expected, he brought his hands down to grip my waist.
I grinned. Finally… some progress!
But before I could even think to get things heated, he effortlessly lifted me off his body as if I weighed nothing and settled me back on the bed. As my jaw ticked in irritation, his annoying poker-face turned towards me and then he spoke, “Nothing but sex, huh?”
My jaws slackened. “Y-You heard that?”
Is that actually why he’s angry? Because he heard what I said to Dad? But I didn’t say anything bad, did I? I was just… uh… embarrassed… it’s not very often that that happens. Trust me.
And saying it’s only sex doesn’t mean that that’s all I’m interested in. Kasan literally worships me. What’s there to not like? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I like him! And neither am I saying that I don’t! I just don’t know if I do. I’ve never been with one guy this long. I’ve never had a guy ‘try to impress me’. And I’ve never NOT been tired of a guy.
I’m surprised I don’t want to kill him already after being cooped up in here with him for so long. So do I like him? Or am I just fascinated? I mean, he has everything a girl could want in a guy. He literally lacks nothing. And similarly, in my opinion, I lack nothing. Does it mean I like him if I say we’re the perfect match… him and I.
Locking my thoughts to the back of my mind, I stretched my leg over his thigh once again and plopped down on his lap. When he gripped my waist and tried to pull me off him, I anchored myself atop him by locking my arms around his neck in a taut hold.
“Are you going to keep doing that until I have no hip left?” I said, referring to his tight grip on my waist. I shifted around on his lap to get myself comfortable but was surprised to hear a groan slip pass his lips.
“Stop that.” He commanded, but instead of tightening, I felt his fingers slacken around me. It’s good to know that he’s still the same old sex-obsessed Kasan.
I grinned triumphantly and scooted upwards in his lap, beginning to grind against his nether regions while reveling in the low groans that filled the air. Soon enough, I felt his dick poke my ass. I took that as my cue to swoop down for a kiss.
But instead of letting me have my way, he turned his face to the side and unknowingly displayed his beautiful neck for the taking. I kissed his skin softly, feeling his body shiver lightly under my lips.
“You left because I said I didn’t like you?” I laughed against his skin, kissing upwards until my lips locked around his earlobe. “… And you return angry three days later? You sure know how to keep a grudge.” I moved my hands away from his neck and slipped my fingers underneath his shirt, running them over his sculpted chest as my nose took long whiffs of his delicious scent.
Giving his earlobe one last flick, I leaned back, darting my eyes down to his juices lips. Again, I swooped down, intending to move in for a kiss, but before I could, he turned his face away…. AGAIN!
“I’m not angry.” He squeezed out, trying but failing to keep me steady ontop him.
“So why are you like this?” I picked up the speed of my hips and satisfyingly heard his breath hitch as he pulled his lips between his teeth, biting down on the soft, delectable flesh. His self restraint seemed to snap at that point and he slipped his hands away from my waist and down to my awaiting ass.
“Babe…” He purred, kneading my ass roughly while pushing his lower half up against my heat.
“You’re… moving from Princess… to babe?” I forced out in between moans. Licking my lips, I dipped my hands down to his pants, and moved to grip him through his clothes. But then, without warning, he slid his hands back up to my waist and flopped us both on the bed, my back pressed against the mattress while he loomed over me with his hands on either side of my head.
He stuffed his nose into my neck and took a long sniff as his knee took residence between my legs, pushing upwards. “I want you to like me, Clara…” he murmured.
I clamped my mouth shut as my mind went into a frenzy. He wants me to like him? Why? Well obviously he likes me, but which guy has ever commanded a girl they like to like them back? That’s both confusing and demanding. Feelings can’t just manifest because he wants it to!
“I ‘might’ like you.” I muttered out, darting my gaze to his chest. The word ‘like’ felt so foreign when it left my lips, but his unusual gloominess drew the truth out of me nonetheless. “I’m just not sure of myself yet. I don’t like the idea of belonging to anyone but I’ve never felt so… uh… good around a guy before.” I internally willed my cheeks not to turn red though I doubt they even listened to me. I hate the fact that he makes me behave so different from the norm.
“Good?” He frowned.
I quickly opted to clarify my words. “I mean… good as in relaxed and… stuff…”
A grin instantly covered his lips and in one swift movement, he finally granted the kiss that I’ve been wanting since forever. At first, it was slow and passionate, but the moment his tongue slipped between my lips was the moment things escalated. I clutched the front of his shirt in my fist and pulled him impossibly closer, moaning into his mouth as he hungrily dominated me.
Who’d think just a few words would get him back to his normal stupid self?
He pulled back when we were both out of air and settled his forehead against mine, panting. “You humans call it dating, right? Let’s date.”
My eyes bulged. Say what? Did he just…
“That’s not how you ask someone out!” I slapped his arm. “I thought you’d say something like ‘you belong to me’ or anything along those weird lines! But not ‘let’s date’! Who drops that kind of bomb so casually? And you say ‘humans’ as if you’re some freaking weirdo!”
“You don’t want to? I was stupid to think you were one of those typical humans who liked that ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ shit.” He laughed. “As long as you know you’re mine, you can just forget I said a—”
“No!” I objected, clutching his shirt tighter and fumbling my lips nervously. And without much thought, I continued, “Let’s date!”
What the hell did I just say?