Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Annabelle's POV

Once she left, he slowly looked at me, I could see dark circles under his eyes from a week of sleepless nights. His stubble had outgrown, and his hair looked disheveled. He looked very tired and sad. His electric blue eyes looked dull and his clothes also didn't look very immaculate.

After staring at each other for minutes or maybe

seconds I just couldn't take it. I kept the box of cupcakes on the small center table in front of a comfy couch and turned towards Stefan.

"Why didn't you come home in the last few days?" I asked, irritated by his silence.

He stood up from his desk and came towards me, without taking his eyes away from me.

"Why? " he asked as he came and stood close to me looking into my eyes with an intense gaze.

"Everyone missed you," I said looking away.

" And you?" He asked, his hand taking my chin and turning my face up towards him. I had to look at him. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt guilty that he was so sad because of me.

"Yes," I whispered and blushed crimson.

"Come again?" He asked, leaning towards me. I was tense. Was he going to kiss me? I really missed him, his touch, his kisses. All the time I craved for them, in my dreams, in every waking hour.

When I didn't answer he came closer. "Did you miss me Rosy?" He asked again, his face inches away, his hot breath on my face.

"Ye", before I could say it completely, his lips smashed into mine. His left arm went around my waist clamping me flush against his body. His other hand clamped my head in place and his tongue plunged into my mouth and explored in a longingly passionate and intense kiss.

His left arm left my waist and went under my hips and hoisted me up, my legs encircling his waist. He sat me down on his desk and kissed my neck, not leaving an inch. His mouth traveled to the sweet spot on my neck and a moan escaped me. Stefan touched my thigh near the hemline of my turquoise printed summer dress, and I gasped. His hand went higher until it reached my wet panties. I was breathless. I didn't have the willpower to stop him, it seemed my body wanted him as much as he wanted me. His thumb brushed my core from above my wet panties and he groaned.

"You are so wet for me, Rosy," he whispered, kissing my lips again.

"Please Stefan, we can't," I said, unable to speak coherently.

"I know baby, I want to, but yes, someone might come in. I want your first time to be special. You are mine. I have missed you like crazy, " he said as I blushed and he again kissed me, gently, taking his time.

"I've made some cupcakes for you, come and eat," I said, jumping down from the desk, holding his hand, and leading him to the sofa.

"These are delicious. I could get used to these," he said as he ate with a grin on his face, showing his dimples.

"Thanks," I said shyly, happy that I could make him grin.

"Please come home with me, Stefan, " I asked him.

"Alright, what do I get if I do?" he said with a wink, and I rolled my eyes with a grin.

We reached home by lunchtime. We went straight to gran's room as Jenny informed us that she had summoned us. She hugged us to herself, relieved that Stefan had calmed down, and returned home. We chatted with gran for some time, and then Stefan went up to his room for a shower.

I too went up to my room to get rid of my light makeup and freshen up before lunch. I thought about everything that happened at the office. I remembered the kiss we shared, it brought a longing to my heart. a longing that only Stefan could quench. I was glad that I could persuade him to come home. I was done and about to leave my room when I heard a door click open.

Turning around, I saw Stefan standing only in a pair of sweatpants fresh from the shower. His hair was damp, and his strong citrus and masculine scent filled the room as he leaned on the door frame of the mysterious fourth door of my room.

My mouth dropped seeing his well-toned, tanned body, tight abs showing off his six-pack, his sexy v-line disappearing into his sweatpants. My eyes couldn't take in anymore without feeling aroused. His hard bicep muscles proved that he hit the gym regularly. Intensely aware of his gorgeous body, I looked away.

His chuckle made me look up into his eyes. He must have noticed me checking him out. I was embarrassed beyond words, and my cheeks flushed to a deep shade of red.

"All yours, love." He said, winking and waving his hand to indicate all of himself. My cheeks must have turned tomato red by now. Still, I bravely rolled my eyes to show that his comment didn't affect me, that I was immune to his charms.

"No, thanks," I said, avoiding his eyes.

His left hand went up to touch his heart, mocking me with his amused eyes and signature smirk. "Ow," he said, "Accept it, you belong to me just as I belong to you. For four years I have waited for you Rosy,'' he added, his tone solemn and his eyes never leaving mine.

How could I reply to that? I wasn't ready to confess my own feelings for him. I didn't know whether he loved me or not. He wanted me, yes, but love? Maybe not. I also didn't know about his wife. So I just closed my eyes and controlled my heart and stilled my mind.

"How did you come in?" I stammered going towards the door and trying to peep onto the other side of the mysterious door. Stefan didn't budge, chuckling, he only pulled me onto his hard bare chest. My whole body tingled with goosebumps as soon as it touched him. I had never been this close to any male body, ever. His sharp intake of breath, as my chest collided with his, made me look up into his eyes, which were dark blue with desire now, his pupils dilated. I could feel his hard arousal poking into me. it brought a blush to my cheeks. He watched my reaction to him with hungry eyes.

I put my hands on his chest to distance myself from him. But he held me more tightly, crushing me to his body, not leaving an inch between us.

"How did you come in?" I whispered, repeating my question.

"Through the door,'' he whispered back, with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his playful mood.