Chapter 21: Chapter 21

“I am sorry, it is just that...

“No.” He cuts me off, speaking so gently. “I am sorry. It is my fault. I forgot to tell you that it’s a weekend, and this has never been her home on weekends. You will see her here again, probably on Monday morning, coming to either change for work or sleep her hangover off.” He explains, and now I feel like a judgmental, paranoid she-jerk! Gosh!

This Mitch bitch, though? Even if they are faking it, can't she at least try to act modest? I mean, what kind of wife parties all weekend? What does she tell her friends about her husband? Jeez!

“And what about the house?” I ask in a low voice, shame written all over my face, because, girl, he had a reason to get angry.

“We normally have two: a lady and a guy. They are never here on weekends, most of the time, because there is practically no work for them. They will resume on Monday morning as well.” He explains.

And so it happens that it is just the two of us inside this mansion, all alone, until Monday? God forbid my wild rapture, but this house will be reeking to high heavens with sins by the time the first soul returns here. Mental sigh! It is just a mildly wild thought. That aside.

“I am sorry, Liam. It is just that we are in a tight spot, and I cannot help but worry. I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt your feelings.” I sincerely apologize, and for a minute he just stares at me as if he doubts my apology. “Hey! I am sincere here, okay? I am sorry.” I add, and my face brightens up as he smirks my apprehensions away.

He climbs into my lap, his legs caging me on both sides as he wraps the duvet around us and holds it behind my back. Sha! I said it, right? Another temptation is beckoning!

“I understand your worries perfectly, Lynn. And I am so sorry that I am involving you in my mess. I also know that it has been two years and there might be some changes regarding how we knew each other back then, but trust me when I say that the last thing I would want is to put you in harm’s way, Lynn. You are my priority and my responsibility. I will protect you with my life if need be.”

He ascertains it, and I don’t need to doubt it or fight the urge to bask in the peace and pleasure that his promises bring. I know he will.

“I know I can trust you wholeheartedly, Liam. This is nowhere near easy, but I will try not to be so paranoid. I am sorry, once again.” I state.

“It’s fine. I am not angry. It just hurts that you can think that lowly of me.” He says this, and his faint tone of voice and the frown on his face depict that he is hurt. Seriously hurt.

“I wasn’t thinking, Liam. The idea of your wife walking in on us like this got the better of me. But then, I should have asked about it nicely. That won’t happen again.” I say.

“Just ask me anything you want, Lynn. Anything that bothers you at all.” He says he's still not brightening up.

“I will. Am I forgiven now?” I implore, massaging his temples.

“I don’t know. I am gauging whether to forgive you or not. That stung, you know!” He says.

I guess I really hurt him pretty badly, huh?

“What should I do to earn your forgiveness and wipe off that frown from your face?” I ask, and he grins broadly, a dubious grin bright enough to light this room.

Wow! Well, I hope this wasn’t a trap for me. I am dead sore from the sexcapades of last night. I don’t think I can handle this beast this morning.

“I am hungry.”

Shoot! I knew it!

“Hungry?” I query, almost quivering at the notion of his mini beast penetrating my sore walls. Goodness! He winks, like a wick that sends shivers all over my body. “You didn’t have enough last night?” I query, hoping that he gives me a break at least this morning.

“What?” He queries, confusion smeared on his face, and I cock an eyebrow as if I am the one asking a question. Then he arcs his eyebrows, and it’s now that I know I speculated something so freaking out of the topic.

Dang! Blame it on him for turning into a dirty little...

“I mean…”

He bursts out into a hysterical laughing rapture, cutting me off and almost making me cover his mouth to prevent the laughter from alerting anyone. I know there isn’t anyone, but don’t they say that even walls have ears?

But his smile—his beautiful smile—is a topic for another day.

“I get it.” He says this as he tries to stop the chuckles, but all in vain. My! “You thought I was asking for a morning glory?” He chuckles again, this time managing to reduce the chuckles that left him all teary into a megawatt grin.

“I…”

“Trying to lie, huh?” In a flush, I am pinned to the armrest of the bed with absolute zero distance between our faces. His smile is all gone. He conforms to a daring beast. With this closure, how can I breathe? How can I not melt the way I am doing, trembling in his strong arms? What else can I do aside from hanging my mouth apart and just staring into his glowing eyes?

“You know what, baby?” He delineates his fingertips on my left cheek. I swallow hard, the air blocking my throat as I read his lips. “I love your thinking. It arouses me pretty badly. But, since I know I vented all my thirst for two years on you this past week, how about I give you a break today, yeah? But don’t feel offended. We can get down with it any time. Your call.”

This seductive jerk

“Then please get off me because your actions contradict your words.” I whimper when I finally find my voice.

He smirks.

“You can just stop being shy and say that I am already making you drip.”

Shit! The hell! He is freaking right!

“Just get off!” I slapped him away playfully, blushing for the whole nation.

I am super curious how we will cope with these three days all alone here. It's gonna be...