CALI
noticed him pulling off his clothes. My eyes widened as I realized he was unbuckling his belt. My pulse quickened, a mix of curiosity and fear twisting inside me. He walked toward the bathroom, and I pressed myself against the wall, pretending to rest—but my mind was racing.
I needed to freshen up, but Mr. Grumpy CEO wouldn't allow it. And then it hit me—I also had to call the doctor and check on Edward. I hissed silently to myself, pressing my back tighter against the cool wall. The sound of the shower stopped, and my heart jumped into overdrive.
He emerged with a white towel wrapped low around his waist, the dim light only hinting at the hard lines beneath.
Water dripped from his hair, tracing down his sculpted chest, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. He looked like a Greek god, every movement deliberate, every detail commanding my attention.
It was as if he was daring me to admire him, to notice every drop, every curve, every shadow that the dim light offered. I felt my cheeks burn, my breath catch, my body betray me.
"Done drooling?" he asked, voice casual but edged with danger, walking toward his closet.
I tore my gaze away and pressed my hands over my eyes, pretending to shield myself even as my heart raced like a drum. Is he trying to drive me insane?
"Are you done?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yes," he replied softly, and I risked a glance, lowering my hands just enough to see him fully. He wore an emerald knicker, chest bare as if daring the world to look. My mind screamed at me to move, to stop him, but my body froze under his command.
When he stepped in front of me, I felt his hand glide down my bare back, pulling the zipper gently. I swallowed, fear and thrill colliding inside me. His hands were cold, soft, and precise, sending chills crawling down my spine. I shivered inwardly, unable—or unwilling—to resist.
His gaze was unreadable, intense, dangerous. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of surrender and fear. And then—just as suddenly—he stopped.
His hand cupped my cheek. His lips met mine in a kiss that was gentle, sweet, commanding all at once. I couldn't understand what he was doing to me, how he had taken full control of my body and my mind. I was helpless, trapped under his authority, yet… I wanted more.
Then he broke the kiss, a devilish grin spreading across his face. His words left me stunned, heart pounding, thoughts scattered.One minute he's calm the other second he's behaving like a psycho i swear this guy is nut and he really need a doctor.
He told me to get some rest when he is the real problem of my life. It can't get more serious than this ,can it?