"So... you're not going to ask me anything?" Trevor was currently whipping us something for lunch while I just watch him move like a MasterChef.
Trevor placed his knife down and shook his head. "Jesse, you will tell me when you're ready. You don't have to force yourself."
I chewed my lips guiltily and took another sip of chocolate, not because I'm anxious, but because I love drinking sweets. When I mentioned earlier that my parents don't allow me to eat any kind of dessert, I never expected that Trevor will take it to heart.
A few minutes later of locking up in my room for doing the most embarrassing act in my life, Trevor knocked on the door and dragged me to the dining area filled with different kinds of desserts.
It was sweets heaven: luscious cakes, cupcakes, doughnuts, brownies, macarons, ice cream, and beautiful things I haven't seen yet.
"Do you want me to have a cavity?" I asked with wide eyes, breathless.
Trevor just chuckled and pulled a chair for me. "Don't be shy. You're drooling," he teased and picked up a chocolate cupcake. "Go on. This is from the most famous pastry shop in Italy. You'll love it," Trevor assured me and sliced the cupcake with a fork, and brought it to my lips.
I hesitantly opened my mouth but when the sweet and bitter taste of the dark chocolate exploded in my mouth, I let out a soft moan. "This is so good, Trev. One more, please." I opened my mouth and Trevor shakily brought another slice to my lips, his amber eyes turning another shade of dark.
I reached for the table napkin and wiped my lips. "Are you okay? You're... sweating."
Trevor blinked several times before taking a sharp breath. "Such a temptation," Trevor whispered and with a shake of his head, headed to the kitchen aisle.
"What is his problem?" I swear, I need to develop some kind of ultra-hearing ability to be able to understand his words.
A few minutes later, I was craving some sodium, thus, Trevor was making me fried chicken and homemade pepperoni pizza. Gosh, the amount of mozzarella on that dough was enough to make me salivate.
"I don't think hiding things from you will be beneficial for me," I concluded and rested my chin on top of my crossed arms. Trevor wiped his area and pulled a chair so we're face-to-face.
"Oh yeah?" My eyes automatically landed on his hypnotic ones, his amber orbs so intense and fiery, dominating every cell of my being. Trevor is an attractive man... wait, that's an understatement.
His jet-black hair, sharp facial features, his aristocratic nose, his charming smile, and most of all, his eyes that complete his enigmatic look... I just can't look away. Just being in his presence makes my pulse race and my stomach into twisted knots.
In order to distract myself, I took another sip of my drink and Trevor chuckled.
"I really make you nervous, huh?" His tone was not strained this time, rather, it was teasing and playful.
"Shut up," I retorted with warm cheeks. "You still owe me an explanation. Why did you bring me here? And come on, I have to meet your family in three days?" I asked with a raised brow and crossed my arms over my chest.
Trevor sighed and his expression looked conflicted. "I'm not exactly the right person to explain things. I'll make some calls, but for now, let's have some lunch, then we'll talk about this arrangement. I need to know why you cried that night," he gritted out, his amber eyes burning red from anger.
"Just so you know Jesse, I will not forgive them for making you cry." Trevor turned his back against me and went to check the food, leaving me breathless.
"Stupid Trevor for making me feel this way," I mumbled and continued sipping my drink.
Our lunch went well. Trevor was very... how can I explain this... I didn't have to lift a finger because he fed me throughout. The way he cared for me and do things for me... was making me feel things I thought I successfully suppressed.
I like it when he treats me like this; like I'm the most precious person for him. It's so tempting to go with the flow, but deep inside lurks a sense of insecurity. I am still not convinced that Trevor chose me because of me.
Yes, people have known me as the confident, smart, and amazing kind of person, but it's the only way I know to survive in this world. I have to be strong because no one will protect me. All I got is my own person. If I show any weakness, then everything will crumble.
However, with Trevor, it's different. He is making me weak, climbing past my defenses, and towards my fragile heart. It's so scary and confusing. I want to run away and hide, but my body won't listen to me. It is craving for warmth that I only experienced in his arms.
He makes me feel safe, but at the same time, insecure. I love the way he makes me feel, but on the other hand, I am scared to death of recognizing and accepting this blossoming emotion. I am supposed to be rational, but Trevor is messing up my mind.
Something warm in my cheek brought me back to reality, and Trevor's deep frown and pursed lips welcomed me. Trevor brought me to the rooftop where the magnificent overlooking view of the city was revealed.
"Jesse, you spaced out again. What's wrong? It's killing me; not being able to understand you is killing me. I want to crack your skull open just so I can find out what's going on in that pretty mind of yours, but I know that's not how it works," he added as a matter of fact, making me burst into laughter.
"Great. Now he's laughing at me," Trevor said with a small eye-roll, but the small smile on his lips betrayed him.
A strong gust of wind flew past us, giving me the courage I need to vocalize the dreaded question. "Why me, Trevor?" It was just three words, but it summarized what I'm feeling at of the moment. My fears, my doubts, and my insecurities.
Those negative emotions will never leave me, but even so, I need to have the courage to ask him this one question before I move on with my life and we go our separate ways.
Trevor was startled by the sudden question, but he was able to compose himself instantly. "Why not, Jesse?"
I gritted my teeth and brushed my hair in frustration. "If you're not going to give me a decent answer, I'm leaving."
Seeing that he won't be answering me any sooner, I turned away and ignored the burn in my eyes. With a shaky breath, I looked at the dimmed sky before walking back to the room when Trevor's authoritative voice stopped me on my toes.
"Stay."
I scoffed and glanced at him. "I'm not a dog, and it will take me more than a word to make me stay."
I turned my back against him and headed for the door, about to twist it open when I was forcibly pulled and trapped in Trevor's arms. "It's because you're you, Jesse. There's no other explanation. If you want to hear my reasons, you better stay," he added with ragged breaths as he holds onto me like I was gonna fade away.
It may be strange, but that short answer was enough to dispel my insecurities; for now, anyway. Those negative emotions are a bitch, so they will be back again to torture me. I heaved a deep sigh and just let him embrace me.
My arms went around his waist and I let out a small squeal when Trevor lifted me up. My legs automatically locked on his waist and my hands rested on his broad and firm shoulders.
"Hey! I swear, Trevor, I'll die of a heart attack soon if you keep doing this!" But the brute just chuckled and pulled me even closer.
"As if I'll let that happen, Jesse. Now, where were we? You want to know the reason why I chose you?"
My hands fisted his shirt nervously while chewing my lower lip. "That's correct. I just want to get this over with, Trevor. If you're just in this... whatever we have now because I piqued your interest, then... it's better to let go of me. Soon enough, you'll realize that I'm not that interesting, then you'll regret--"
My words were cut off when Trevor mashed his lips with mine in one fluid motion, his hand on my nape, while mine transferred on the back of his head, pulling his soft hair.
"Open your mouth, baby, and let me in," he ordered huskily while brushing against my lips, and I obeyed without protest. A spine-tingling sensation rushed through my veins when Trevor plunged his tongue down my throat and licked and suck every nook and cranny of my mouth.
Being the inexperienced one in this relationship, I just submitted to his ministrations and savored the wonderful feeling of his lips on mine. I guess this would count as my first real kiss, and I wouldn't trade this for the world. There was gentleness and the right amount of roughness with each movement.
It was so addicting and so good, but reality check, my lungs can only do so much. Despite Trevor's whiny groans, I broke our kiss with heavy and shallow pants, while the man in front of me didn't even break a sweat.
"S...Seriously? How did you do that? I'm catching my breath here, yet it was a walk in the park for you" I asked in between pants, while Trevor licked his lips, his eyes trained on my swollen and tingling lips.
His eyes met mine for a second and smirked. "No worries. We will do something about that, baby. I will train you thoroughly."
"What do you mean by train--umph!" There goes my third kiss, until I couldn't think straight anymore and forgot how many kisses we had shared. By our sixth kiss, I was responding and moving against his lips, earning a groan of appreciation from my master.
It almost turned into a full-blown makeout session when it suddenly rained. We could have recreated a scene from The Notebook, but my health is more important than that-- our health is more important, and Trevor and I were on the same page, because he almost ran back to our room, afraid that I might catch a cold.
Trevor carried me to the large bathroom and deposited me in a tub filled with warm water. "Do you want some help?" He gestured to my wet clothes and I shrugged.
"Why not? You already saw my body; I have nothing to hide."
If it was any other person, I would've bolted; well, they wouldn't even have a chance to take one peek. All I want to say is that I am comfortable with Trevor, enough to let him undress me because I know that he won't look at me with judgmental eyes.
He sees past through the scars and my facade.
Despite that, I can't help the blush from creeping up my cheeks especially when you have a hot specimen undressing you and looks at you like a hot piece of meal. Trevor doesn't actually hide his desire for me; instead, he lets me know how much he wanted to devour me.
Me. My body; scars and all. I am truly flattered.
"You're so gorgeous, Jesse. You're killing me," he expressed with a strained voice and placed my shirt in the nearby chair. His eyes remained staring at my chest, licking his lips slowly, as if he was tasting me in his imagination.
"Trevor... turn around," I squeaked with embarrassment and red cheeks. His heated stare was enough to spark a fire within me, and the sexual tension between us was not helping
Trevor parted his mouth in shock and stared at me as if I committed a crime. "You said I could look!"
"What I meant was that you can undress me, not eye-fuck me, you pervert! Turn around!"
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