Chapter 42
Visha
Oh fuck.
Aoi walks into the open kitchen in only his underwear. “It smells delicious.”
I silently beg the gods to grant me at least a slither of self-control because I’m so close to turning him into my breakfast instead.
“Take a seat and dig in. Do you want coffee?” I ask, smiling far too brightly.
This is how I imagine my mornings to be for the rest of my life.
Waking up next to Aoi in my bed and cooking for him.
Dropping him off at work and going on countless dates, then having sex all night.
And when the right time knocks on our door, I’ll ask him to marry me.
We’ll get a place in whichever city or country he wants, and we’ll be together until death do us part.
I’m getting ahead of myself but so what? The man of my dreams is half naked in my kitchen, about to eat the food I prepared, after he officially became my boyfriend.
Fuck, I love this word. Boyfriend.
I’m Aoi’s boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend.
I couldn’t be luckier and yet with each smile he sends my way, I feel more blessed than ever.
He sits down at the table and watches me fetch him a mug and pour him some coffee. I gaze at the hickeys and bite marks coating his pale skin and imagine the face he’ll make when he notices them.
He chuckles and takes a sip of coffee. “Your place is huge. Do you wear aprons and vacuum, or do you have helpers?”
“I’d love to pretend I’m capable of keeping so many rooms spotless but sadly, I can’t.” I sit down opposite him and take a bite of my pancakes. “I do have a housemaid that comes by twice a week to deep clean each surface. But I take care of the rest as you can see.”
He chews on a piece of mango. “I live in a hotel room, so who am I to question people owning a home that’s too big to clean by themselves?”
“Do you mind me asking why you live in a hotel?” I carefully inquire. “I’m sure it’s not due to financial issues.”
He frowns, stabbing another piece of fruit before sighing. “It’s a long story. How much time do you have?”
“Till the end of times.”
“Well, long story short, I used to live with the man I mentioned to you at the chalet.”
“Oh…the one you were in love with?”
Jason? Wait a fucking second. His uncle? I’m so confused. This is impossible. Maybe he’s talking about another man that was omitted in Linda’s report?
“Yeah, and let’s not call it that, please. Whatever we had cannot be considered love. The ‘relationship’ we had was built on manipulation and lies. He never loved me, and I was just na?ve back then.”
“So, you moved out? Did you break up or something? I mean, I sure hope you did, but just out of curiosity, you’re not still seeing him, right?”
Aoi laughs as if the answer were obvious. “We dated for a year when I was sixteen, then I broke up with him after my parents and sister died. I won’t lie to you, he and I hooked up occasionally over the years, but I haven’t been with him in a long time.”
“What’s his name?” I ask as casually as possible.
I’m definitely freaking the fuck out. Okay, they haven’t been together in ages, but he hooked up with his uncle? That’s fucked up. I know they’re not blood related, but still.
Fuck, I knew back then that something was up between them, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this revelation.
If he was with him at sixteen, that means Aoi was groomed by that motherfucker. Based on their respective ages, Jason had to have been in his thirties when he dated my Paradise.
I’m going to fucking murder that bastard for taking advantage of him.
“Why?” He narrows his eyes on me and shoves a strawberry in his mouth. “I’m not telling you. That’s not important.”
“What if I’m just jealous?”
His frown falters and he smiles. “Don’t be. You two aren’t comparable.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I could never imagine a real future with him. We were doomed from the start.”
“But it’s different with me?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I didn’t say that.”
“But that’s what you meant, right? That you can see a future with me?”
He shakes his head, but it doesn’t seem like he’s rejecting me. More like he’s afraid to admit it.
“Anyway,” he takes a long sip of coffee before continuing, “I’m comfortable in my hotel room. I don’t see the point in getting an apartment if I won’t live in it.”
“Why wouldn’t you live in it?” I ask, taking a bite of my pancake and downing it with coffee.
Aoi digs into his own plate and takes a bite of jam toast, reveling in the taste and making my heart flutter.
But there’s something he’s not telling me.
“Why would I?” he shoots back, glancing at his scarred arm.
“Because on the long term, having your own place is more comfortable and much cheaper,” I say, trying to make sense of his point.
He smiles at me, lashes fluttering and I feel myself floating on a cloud. Seems he’s trying to distract me from the topic. Yet unease grips the inside of my throat.
Sensing the shift in his stance, I change the subject. “What are you up to today? Do you need to go somewhere? I can drop you off if you need.”
He shakes his head. “No need. I’m merely going back to my hotel room to work.”
“What have you been working on lately?” I ask, shoving a piece of mango in my mouth and expectingly awaiting his response.
Amusement shining over his expression, he cocks a brow at me. “Do you ask because you don’t know or simply because you want me to say it?”
I almost choke on my mango. “How would I know? You haven’t told me yet, so I’m genuinely interested.”
“You’re so shameless.”
“Maybe.”
His phone starts ringing, interrupting our conversation. For a long second, we stare at each other until he reaches for the device. “I have to pick up. It might be important.”
I glance at the name on the screen, and a shiver of disgust runs down my spine. “Don’t pick up. Please.”
He stares at me confused by my request, brows furrowed, yet he obliges. “I guess I’ll call him back later. It would be rude to answer while we’re eating.”
We’re long done eating, but I omit the obvious because he’s ignoring it too, for my sake. I get up from my chair as he starts heading toward the bedroom.
Before he can escape me, I pull him into my arms and embrace him tightly, placing a kiss on his bare shoulder. He curls into my touch as though it brings him comfort.
It sure as hell brings me comfort.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, leaning his head back against my shoulder to look at me.
I can’t help but smile at how beautiful he is and how perfectly he fits into my arms.
“I don’t like sharing.”
A roar of laughter erupts from him, making his body tremble against mine. “Good, neither do I.”
He pulls away from me and heads toward my room. I follow after him, unable to look away from the perfect roll of his hips when he walks. In the bedroom, he starts picking up his clothes that ended up scattered all over the floor last night.
“You’re cute, I’ll give you that,” he says as he put his shirt back on and attempts to button it up. “If I find out you’re fucking someone else behind my back, we’re done. Understood?”
I know he’s serious, but he looks absolutely delicious in only his underwear and shirt. I cuss myself out internally for wanting to strip him right here and now and fuck him senseless.
I can’t get enough of him.
Like an alcoholic in need of a drink, I’m madly addicted to him. His taste, his scent, his voice, his skin. All of him sends me on a path straight to heaven and like the smitten man I am, I beg for more.
Whatever he throws at me, I’ll gladly take it and thank him for it.
“You’re the only one I want, my Paradise. There’s no way in hell I’d touch anyone else.” I walk up to him, so our bodies are only inches apart. “Can I kiss you?”
He looks away, pondering the question attentively, before bringing his gaze to my lips. “Once.”
Permission granted. Happiness achieved.
I reach for his waist and pick him up, embracing his tender body possessively. His thighs curl around my waist, his fingers digging into my hair and pulling my head back.
“You sneaky fox,” he rasps, devouring my soul.
Our lips dance against each other, tongues intertwining as I unravel under his softness. A slight gasp escapes his mouth, making me beg for more. I drop him on the bed and trail kisses along his neck and collarbones.
He arches against me, yearning for my touch, and how could I deny him anything?
I glance up at him, resting on his back, and trace kisses further down. “Your sneaky fox.”
A wave of emotions drift through his bottomless eyes. Hesitation? Desire?
I rise to meet his face and place a tender kiss on his rosy lips.
A symbol of my sincerity and devotion.
“I have matters to deal with,” he mumbles, sinking deeper into my gaze.
“Stay with me,” I whine, kissing and biting his chest until he whimpers. “Please?”
His palms grab my face and pull me to his lips, pressing them against mine and sliding his arms around my neck. “Don’t ask me that.”
“Then don’t make me have to ask.” I sink on top of him, pressing our chests together and locking our lips passionately. “Stay with me, my love.”
Aoi returns my affection and wraps his legs around my hips, holding me encaged on top of him. His hands roam my back, and the groan that follows when I grind my hips against his is pure bliss to my ears.
He’s so needy for more, for me.
“Andrew…please.” He gasps and I grind against him, feeling his cock thicken between our crotches.
“Please what?” I tease, nibbling on the spot between his neck and shoulder, and reveling in the sounds he makes into my ear. “Use your words, beautiful.”
“Fuck me.” He digs his fingers in my hair and kisses me hungrily. “Right now.”
“Your wish is my command.”
***
He stares at his reflection in the mirror while I trail kisses up his shoulder, holding his ass pressed against my hips.
Fuck, I want to rip that towel from him and make him see stars while I go down on him.
Unfortunately, Aoi will kick my ass if I make a move for the second time today. Nothing could have prepared me for such a sex drive and high libido. I always knew Aoi could stir that slumbering desire that no one else could, but this is insane.
I can’t keep my hands off him for a second.
It’s not even about sex but more about the proximity and intimacy.
He shows me such a different image of him when we’re naked and interlaced, vulnerable and bare.
He has the tendency to want control over the situation as I noticed from his constant questions about our whereabouts and plans.
But when it’s just him and I with nothing else in the way, he lets go of some of that control and entrusts me with it.
No one else.
Just me.
“What’s this?” he asks, holding up the blue flacon of Neroli Portofino. “I have the same one. You don’t use it though, do you? Your scent is muskier and spicier.”
I grin and bite his neck. “You’ve been smelling me? Naughty, Aoi.”
“I have not.” He spins around, leaning against the sink. “Seriously, why do you have this?”
“Because it smells like you,” I admit, eying him carefully.
Will he get mad? I sure hope not. What am I supposed to tell him? He can’t know the truth yet. It’s too soon.
He releases an exasperated breath and asks, “Mind if I use it then?”
I shake my head. “Go ahead.”
“Sometimes I wonder whether you’ve been stalking me.”
Shit.
“Why would I do that?”
He scans my face and puts the flacon back on the shelf. “Indeed, why would you?”
I gulp down the lump in my throat and sink to my knees, gliding my palms over his thighs under the towel and smile coyly. I press a trail of kisses further up his inner thigh and smirk when he gets hard.
“Would you get mad if I had?” I ask, nuzzling his thigh. “Hmm?”
The blue of his eyes darkens, and he wets his lips. “Not sure. Maybe initially I would have. Did you though?”
“Not really?”
“Not really?” he repeats with a confused frown. “What does that even mean-” I chomp down on his flesh and he yelps. “Andrew!”
“Looks like someone’s in the mood.”
He glares down at me and grabs my hair with more viciousness than expected. “Don’t play games with me. I have to go. Stop turning me on or finish what you started.”
I snicker and unwrap the towel from his hips. “Make sure to stroke my hair while I suck you off.”
“You’re so shameless,” he chuckles and slides his thumb over my bottom lip. “You win, Prince Charming.”
***
We ended up going for a round against the bathroom wall and another on the bed before he bit me and told me he seriously had to get going.
Did I sulk like a baby? Absolutely.
Did it make him stay longer? Nope.
But he kissed me deeply before he got out of the car and rushed to his hotel room in one of my shirts since I destroyed his last night.
And you know what? I’ve never been happier.