Playing Safe

We fell asleep in his bed. I could feel his tiredness the whole night we were next to each other. The soundness of his sleep is the opposite of my anxiety, especially when I saw the wound on his waist. That's pretty deep to leave a mark.
 
He woke up first in the morning. I have no one next to me when I open my eyes, and I feel the pain in my head caused by lack of sleep. After I used his bathroom, he entered his room. I was wearing a robe, while he was wearing lounge clothes. We woke up late, and I expected him to go to work, so I was a little surprised that he was still here.
 
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
 
I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. He lightly tossed the cellphone on the bed before approaching me. I gulped, feeling a bit intimidated. He gently pinned me in his body by grabbing the small of my back.
 
"How was your sleep?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. I asked, but he answered me with a question.
 
"Fine," I lied even though I knew I wasn’t able to get a good night's sleep because of overthinking, and I also wanted to watch over him properly.
 
His lips protruded and caressed my cheeks gently. "Thank you for staying."
 
I'm just quiet. I don't know why I seem to be half-hearted in all the things I do. I really don't want to stay, but I stayed because I am also worried about him.
 
I nodded lightly. "Are you not going to work today?"
 
"I will. Let's have some breakfast first, then I'll take you home."
 
I pursed my lips and nodded. He knows where I’m residing. I can't refuse his offer because he might notice me.
 
"I'll let my driver pick up some clothes for you," he said.
 
"Beau," I called out of nowhere.
 
I saw his eyes fixated on me; he has become attentive, and I'm not used to him being like this.
 
"We have to settle some things." My introduction.
 
"Uh-huh?"
 
I shut my eyes tightly. Why was I affected by his simple humming?
 
"You can't just take me from any part of this city whenever you want. I have a life, Beau."
 
Finally, I've said it. Until now, I’m still bothered by Erin being alone at the hospital. He eyed me intently and didn't say a word.
 
"And this," I said, reaching into my small bag for his black card. "I'm giving this back to you."
 
He stared blankly at his black card that I presented to him before lazily looking at me. I raised a brow and offered the card again, shrugging my shoulders.
 
"Are you sure?"
 
I pretended not to have any reaction. But the truth is, I confirmed my suspicion. It's really good, and I was able to think correctly last night. Going back to the previous victims of mine and Oli, it was really wrong that I immediately accepted the card he gave. It is not unlikely that Oli and I would be in jail together if that happened.
 
"I'm not a whore."
 
His gaze was fixed on me. I felt every word that I said. He was the only man I gave myself to. So that was one of the motivators for me to give it back to him.
 
He wet his lips, snatched the card, and threw it on the bed with his phone. I gulped when I saw that. Damn. If only he knew how much I needed that.
 
"It's not what I intended you to feel. But fine, whatever pleases you." He spoke and stroked my knuckles. I sighed heavily and nodded.
 
"I'll cook you breakfast." I said.
 
In the kitchen, he just let me do whatever I wanted. I was surprised because he had the complete set of things and ingredients that I needed there, not typical for a man.
 
"Do you cook?" I asked while arranging some things.
 
"Sometimes."
 
I looked at him. He's looking so sexy sitting at the table; damn, just sitting there and staring at me. Is he aware how intimidating he is?
 
"I have a cook. And I eat outside most of the time." He added.
 
I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. With the size of his kitchen and his minimalist equipment, I struggled with what to use. I noticed that almost all the things there were black, if not wooden. Even the knives are black. I snorted while staring at it. Is he that strict about things? It’s so obvious that no woman lives here.
 
I made French toast for me and an American breakfast for him. I think it's because I thought he would not be satisfied with just a simple French toast. His physique screams heavy meals.
 
We were silent while eating. I don't know why, from our simple exchange of glances, I seem to feel that he is teasing me. His glances are sticky, and my system automatically heats up.
 
To break the ice, I spoke. "Did you clean your wound already?"
 
He stopped; even his sticky glances disappeared. I raised an eyebrow. I think he hasn't cleaned it yet, since he would be having a hard time cleaning himself.
 
"I'll do it." I simply said that and stood up to put the plate in the sink.
 
When I turned around, I grabbed my chest because he was standing behind me holding the plate he used.
 
"What the--" My eyes were bulging out.
 
He raised a brow and put the plates on the sink as if nothing had happened. I just look dumb there, standing. The table and sink are not that far, but I was still surprised. I didn't hear him walking after me. Damn. I think I'm really lacking sleep.
 
"May I see your wound?" I was about to lift his shirt when he stopped me. I stared at him intently. His expression was hard, and he couldn't look at me.
 
I smirked. "Are you shy? Come on, it's not as if I haven't seen anything yet."
 
I was about to lift his shirt when he quickly pushed me against the sink. My heartbeat went wild. I stared at him while my two hands were on my chest, which he was still holding.
 
"It's fine. You have something else to mend though." he said.
 
"Huh?"  
 
He pressed himself against me, and I immediately felt the hard bulge brushing against my abdomen. My cheeks heated, and I think I blushed, realizing what it was. It's not as if we've never done it. But God! I'm still not over that. Things are moving too quickly for me to keep up.
 
"Are you shy? It's not as if you haven't seen anything yet." He mocked my words a while ago.
 
I gritted my teeth. Because I didn't want to step on my ego, I quickly reached for his lips to kiss them. I don't know if I did the right thing because it seems that my ego was also stepped on by what he did.
 
He roamed my mouth with his tongue, and my legs trembled right away, causing me to hold his neck. Wrapping my arms around his neck, his palm cupped my buttocks, and in seconds, he lifted me up to the sink, making our heights meet. The uncomfortable feeling in my neck disappeared because he was far taller than me.
 
"Can I have my conditions as well?" He asked, stopping the steamy scenario.
 
I'm still a little frustrated because, after he turned on my system, he suddenly gave me a pep talk.
 
"What conditions?" I spoke with a hoarse voice due to arousal.
 
"Can I take you to my out-of-town business matters?"
 
I stopped. Out of town? Am I some sort of escort? And one more thing: who will take care of Erin?
 
I gulped. "I have work."
 
I made excuses, but they were also half-hearted. I do modeling when I have clients.
 
He wet his lips, and I hate that I saw a hint of sadness in it. I groaned and tried to reach his lips, but he avoided me. I was so frustrated.
 
"Ugh, fine!"
 
His expression brightened, and I saw a silly smile on his lips. He attacked my lips, and I completely lost myself. 
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