Chapter 191
- HAZEL -
I peak my head past the refrigerator door, keeping a decent watch of my environment while I eat the life out of this pastry. You know when you think being rich gives you all the benefit of good life and good food? Wait till you realise that there are better benefits known to man outside the life you’re accustomed to and even better food.
How does one bake heaven on earth? In a cake? Cheers to the baker, whoever it is. I’m dying out of pleasure. This is a walking mouth orgasm. I roll my eyes as the flavour sinks in my tongue. Now, if I die, I’d be happy.
“What are you doing?” The deep, masculine voice nearly makes me choke and spit everything out my mouth. I crane my head up slowly to visualise the masculine physique standing right before me, just behind the fridge. I step back. You know that embarrassing feeling you get when you’re caught doing something you’re not supposed to do yet it’s not a bad thing but how you did it makes it evermore embarrassing? That is me right now. “Don’t do that. . .” He takes a short pause. “. . Act like a thief. Turn the lights on next time.” I hear the sound of receding footsteps and immediately raise my hand up to signal at him while beaming from my standing position.
“Don’t!” I call immediately, forcefully chewing and swallowing everything in my mouth in one go. The sounds of retracting movements suddenly halt and I’m presented with silence. “I barely have anything on.” I look up to face him. The fridge lights already give my figure and attire away but I don’t want it out in the open. Not when I’m aware someone got my sex tape. I shouldn’t even be comfortable enough to have dressed this way in the first place.
“What have I not seen, Hazel?” Killian’s deep, husky tone resounds in my ears. My brows furrow and I meet his attractive, condescending gaze as his head is lowered slightly to face me.
I swallow, my cheeks burning. My eyes trace over my body, looking at what I’m wearing. It’s a short, thigh high, silk, spaghetti sleeve night wear. The material draws from both thin sleeve straps on my shoulder down to my navel, v- shaped, exposing the center of my torso completely. A lump forms in my throat. “Nothing.” I affirm, my voice a whisper.
“Look at me, Hazel.” Killian calls. I have no reason to oblige but his words masked something not usually noticeable. It masked a plea. I tilt my head up to look at him.
A gasp leaves my lips as I lock eyes with him. Those eyes. . . They’re one I’m accustomed to quite well. Ones I’ve loved glazing down my naked skin. The only ones I love being filled with desire and lust and hunger for me. “What do you want me to do now?” I ask, keeping my voice soft.