–Caia–
I woke up somewhere in the middle of the night to pee.
I headed to the bathroom and entered.
I froze when Mr.
A was there, with bruises and patching up his bandages.
“What the hell happened to you?” I asked.
“Miscalculated while taking back our shipment.” His voice was rough and so damn baritone.
It just sent shivers all over my body.
I hummed like it was nothing, and I was nonchalant.
I was nervous, so I acted like it was normal to me.
But damn, he sounds so sexy.
So, I went on with my business in the toilet and washed myself with warm water after being sore.
I was about to leave, but he pulled me and reached for my left hand, then kissed it with that grin.
Teasing me.
I gasped and smacked his arm.
He winced.
“I’m sorry!”
He pulled me closer as I froze and pressed my hand to his chest.
“Did you get shot?” I asked and noticed the bandage on his left arm, tightly wrapped and still bleeding.
“Yes.
Will you kiss it?”
I frowned at him and helped him patch it up.
I removed the bandage from the most injured part.
I cringed at the sight of the flesh.
He had two stitches.
I cleaned it up again and put that silicone bandage over the gauze.
Next, I put Betadine on his scratches at the back.
Just light scratches.
Since he was only wearing boxers, I checked his legs.
Those fine, muscled legs had no bruises at all.
But my eyes passed by his bulge.
I averted my eyes quickly.
I stared up at his handsome face, and no, there were no scratches on that beautiful face and he was grinning at me devilishly.
Like a handsome angel disguised as a devil.
“I think you are all set.”
I cleaned up the sink and told him to go back to bed.
I made sure to wrap those things in a separate plastic bag and throw the bandages into the garbage can.
I washed my hands thoroughly, yawning and still lacking sleep.
I headed back to bed.
He was already on the bed with clothes on.
He actually put some pajamas on.
“Caia, I wanted to eat you down there.”
“No.
I’m going to sleep.”
“Sleep here on my right side.”
I walked around and lay on the right side.
I turned my back to him and pulled the blanket over me.
I felt the bed waves, but I ignored it.
I gasped when the blanket was pulled and my ankle was dragged down.
I squirmed and looked down to find him kneeling in front of the bed.
He was on the floor.
“I mean it when I say that I want my mouth between your legs.”
“Just sleep,” I hissed as I threw my head back.
I felt his hot tongue on my clit and his fingers.
Just fuck.
I know that his mouth and tongue work in mysterious ways, and those mysterious ways were so good.
The way he lapped his tongue was fast, his lips just… “Ah!” I gasped and pulled his hair.
“I’m going to fucking come!” I hissed.
He didn’t say a thing as he inserted his two thick, long fingers, rubbing something on the roof inside me.
That spot just made me spasm.
“Ah!” I screamed out, my back arched, and I squirted on his face as he kept going.
I was still recovering when he stood, pulled me closer, and knelt between my sides.
He pushed that thick one inside me.
I gasped when it was sharp and deep.
I felt like something came out of me after he did that.
“Mr.
A, you really have to stop coming inside me.” He didn’t say a thing and just thrust into me.
Every deep thrust was bliss to my body.
I gave in so easily.
I didn’t know how long he’d been thrusting, but I was near when he pulled out.
I muffled a complaint, but he rubbed me with his fingers, his thick shaft over my navel, those white things—thick and a lot—just came out.
I reached it, nearly squeezed it as I came in his hand.
“Next time, I’ll tie you up.” He kissed my lips.
“I think I’ll tie you up.” I fired back.
He laughed as he slipped off the bed.
He reached for the tissue by the bedside and helped me clean up.
I scooted back to the pillows, and he lay back to my left.
He turned off the lights.
I needed sleep, and just as I was close to sleeping, I felt his arms over me, kissing the back of my head.
He muttered something I didn’t catch.
****
My stomach growls, my throat and lips dry.
I’m starving.
It’s cold in the room… I slept well.
Not like my ever-so-hot apartment.
I turned to my left and found him still asleep.
He looked very, very handsome.
I got up, went to the bathroom, did my business, and washed my face.
I went out to the kitchen and rummaged through his fridge.
He didn’t have much food, but the pantry was full.
He also had fresh eggs, so I’ll start with that.
Bacon, ham.
He had the finest frozen goods here.
There was also German sausage.
I searched for wherever his rice was, but I failed.
I just put it all in the pan and continued searching.
“What are you doing?”
I gasped when I turned around.
There’s the handsome, dangerous bastard who took me all night even though he’s injured.
“What the hell?
Are you trying to kill me?” I reached for my chest.
I rushed to the pan and checked it.
I flipped the sausages.
Yes, I cooked more.
This guy is big.
I don’t think he’ll only eat a little.
“I’m sorry, baby.
I should’ve called the chef to cook for us.”
“It’s fine.
I can cook, and I’m starving.” I looked around still thinking about rice.
“Don’t you have rice in here?”
“I don’t really know, zayka.”
I felt his arms wrap around me as he kissed my right cheek.
His hand went under the shirt that I was wearing.
“Stop that.” I nudged him as he groaned.
“Sorry.”
I flipped the sausages.
“You like sausages?” he asked as I turned to him and glared at him.
“Stop talking nonsense.”
He laughed, reached for my chin, and kissed me.
“Fucking marry me,” he muttered as I frowned.
“That’s fucking creepy.
Just go.” I shooed him and continued preparing the food.
I placed it all on the breakfast counter, and he helped with the garlic bread and sourdough.
I stepped onto the barstool to lift myself up and sit, but I froze when he picked me up and settled me down.
“I have thoughts of fucking you here,” he said as I rolled my eyes.
“Give me a break, will you?”
He only smirked as he sipped his black coffee.
We ate in silence.
I ate more than I usually do.
I made him finish all of the food that I prepared.
He didn’t complain.
I put it all in the dishwasher when he told me to leave it.
But I didn’t want to leave the kitchen dirty.
He had a beautiful kitchen.
He carried me to the other room, the room he provided for me.
He put me down as he opened a double door.
“Here are your clothes.” He kissed my head.
“I’ll let you prepare.”
“Thank you.”
My heart swelled.
Those were nice things.
Nice clothes that I hadn’t had since my father took us to Baguio, somewhere secluded, where he worked in a small business.
****
I wore a nice, simple dress and a pair of flats.
He dropped me off at the same place.
Then I started walking with an umbrella to shield me from the extreme heat.
There were people around, and I kept glancing around.
A man walked past me, wearing a familiar black jacket and cap.
Tall… As I stared at his back, I realized he looked so much like Mr.
A.
I walked briskly to follow him.
He went to the same apartment.
I tried to catch up, but he went directly to his door with that smart lock.
Oh, fancy.
Why would he rent in this place?
I got into my room, unlocked my door, and dressed casually.
I looked out the window to find the old man who picked up scraps.
I took out the boxes containing kitchen utensils I didn’t need.
After that, I seemed to have cleared up everything and left the bed.
I had already packed luggage for my clothes and a few important things.
Most of my old clothes were also given to that old man for his children.
I gave him a small bag, slipping a little money inside.
“I have a bed upstairs.
You can pick it up tomorrow.
Just ask the landlady, okay?”
“Thank you so much, Nhe.
Bless your heart.”
I nodded and headed back upstairs.
My stomach growled, and I saw the guy from the other room who ordered takeout.
He didn’t glance at me and placed the paper bag over my doorknob.
“Hi,” I called.
He didn’t turn back, still had that hood on, and pointed at the food.
He entered his room, and I felt a nice cold air coming from it.
He must have a good air conditioner.
I took the bag.
Some nice sushi.
My mouth watered.
It was still cold.
I knocked.
“Thank you.”
I think I know who my stalker is.
It could be Mr.
A, right?
Why is my heart fluttering when he’s stalking me?
Making sure that I eat too?
I went back inside, set up the table, and enjoyed it.
There was also a cold can of beer, nearly frozen.
Since I didn’t have utensils here…
I finished my day, took a bath, and finally got to bed.
I turned on the electric fan.
I was tired, my lower body sore, and I wanted to dream of Mr.
A.
My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when there’s a bang.
My room shakes and the door was broken.
I sat up, reached for my phone instinctively, and dialed a number.
Mr.
A.
I knew he’d be here.
I screamed when a man burst in.
No.
Not just one, but three of them.
“Close the fucking door,” someone hissed, and they pointed a gun at me.
“Scream one more time and I’ll blow your head off.”
I froze, my heart skipped a beat as I felt the muzzle of the gun on my head.
“Yeah, she smells good.”
“At least we need to taste her first before we get her to the boss.”
I muffled a cry as those rough filthy hands started touching me everywhere.
Making me feel sick.
The next chapter will be a little brutal!