Chapter forty four

I can't really narrate how the next hour went but I found myself in the garden as I perambulate up and down the outdoor octagon gazebo with pagoda style copper roof.
It was already late in the night and Archer wasn't home yet while I was chewing my nails nervously.
I thought he really wasn't going to come home, until my eyes picked up a perculiar movement behind me. Breathe held, I slowly turned around and gasped.
There stood Archer in all his shinning glory, he wasn't wearing the same clothes he had chosen earlier in the day but was donning on a casual outfit instead- not to forget he looked outragiously good in them.
I stood rooted to the ground while he strolled towards me,hm hands in his pockets with an unexplainable expression on his face.
I started descending order countdown.
He was now standing infront of me.
My breathe hitched, what was so special about this man that made my heart go pit-pat? His special cologne wafted into my nostrils and my throat dried up.
Cime on, Maya, say something.
I blurted out, "I watched the news."
Alright, keep going.
" So?" Came his only bland reply making my brows furrow together.
"And I saw the other news," was all I could say again.
" And?" He prodded witha a arrogantly raised brows.
I didn't like this sound of his tone, why was he behaving this way? Was I mistaken here?
"And eh-" I went on but my tears wouldn't let me continue, "am sorry but I can't do this anymore," I sobbed and turned to leave but unexpected tug jerked me against the length of a body, knocking the breathe out of me.
"I am sorry," I heard a voice whisper into my ears and bang the dam was broken.
I cried harder.
A Dance With Danger
Maya's POV
For a good thirty minutes, deep uncontrollable sobs wracked my body and robbed my lungs of breathe while his shirt was stained with tears and snorts.
I really thought he had used and left me like the others. I had to admit it, I was scared to be lonely; all my life the people I ever wanted never wanted me. It was tiring to be honest.
It was like a circle: I meet people, we get incredibly along at first, I help them out 5hen they use and betray me and the circle repeats itself over and over again. I was definitely cursed. It made me quite lonely cause I couldn't tell who I could relay on any longer.
But fate was really funny, it's games were quite unpredictable and fucked up. The only person who surprisingly hasn't betrayed me so far is the only person I supposed should have left me already. Truth be told, when Archer made that mouthwatering proposal, I had only anticipated but not wholly trusted his words- I just thought, perhaps, that's a fling in his own language moreover, I wanted to stop being a good girl and indulge myself a bit.
The option was limited, it was either I plunge in deeply with Archer or succumb to the loneliness that has been snapping at my heels for my entire life.
But fully trust his words? Impossible. After all, this guy's was someone who within a snap of his fingers can have any lady of any height, race and calibre on his bed- what was he lacking anyway? He had the looks, the body and cash- everything most ladies sought from a man- everything that would make their life comfortable.
And Christ! Who knows better the words he told me were the same as the ones he had told thousands of ladies he had beded; but then I didn't care, I wanted to dance with danger this time- I was done being careful.
But unfortunately, things began to change or perhaps, things weren't the way I supposed they would be- Archer began to do things I would never imagined him doing to the extent I thought he was obsessed with me.
I mean, what guy would plunge headlong into cooking when he knew his fingers were in danger of being amputated? But him? That crazy rich guy was capable of doing so.
What guy out there was crazy enough to remove his lover out of her family's registry and threaten to destroy them just because they lay a finger on her?
No one but Archer.
I sighed in contentment when I felt Archer rub his hand in a circular manner on my back and the other smoothing my hair. It had a smoothing effect on me.
When I tried to pull away from the hug, he instead pressed me closer to his body, murmuring firlmly into my ears, "dont move, let's just stay like this for a while."
So I comlied with his command but our stance was a bit reversed this time- Archer was now the one resting his face on my shoulder while my arms enveloped his lean hips.
The scene was so romantic that I wished a camera was here to capture this exotic moment: two figure standing and body pressed against each other as the silvery moonlight filtered in through some open parts of the gazebo sorrounding them in a hazy shimmer with the tantalizing smile of roses blooming all around the garden.
This scene reminded me specifically of that song.
Place- park, scene- dark
Silvery moon is shinning through the trees
Cast- two, me- you
Summer kisses floating on the breeze
Act one , be done
Dialogue- where would ya like to spoon?
My cue, with you
Underneath the silvery moon
By the light of the silvery moon
I want to spoon
To my honey I'll croon love's tune
Hey moon- keep a-shinnin' in June
Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams, we'll be cuddlin' soon by the silvery moon
But the romance was killed the moment I felt him slouch against my body, his whole weight was now resting on me almost bringing both of us to the ground.
"Archer," I shook and called him but there was no response instead his soft, even and released breathe warmed the back of my neck and I stiffened.
At first I was too stunned to respond until I realized indeed Archer was sleeping on my shoulders.
I sucked in a cold breathe and let it out slowly trying to think on how I was going to get him in the house.
My battery had already died thanks to the obsessive search on the engagement news and checking on the time for Archer's return.
None of the security guards who took turns in guarding the mansion were anywhere near the garden and no amount of shaking awoke the sleeping 'beauty'.
I realized at once the universe was set on fucking me today.
In the end, I ended up half carrying and half dragging Archer into the house and thankfully Amanda met me halfway through the journey.
But because we sure couldn't carry Archer up the stairs leading to his room- my waist would definitely snap into two- so Archer ended up in my room.
I breathed in relief while ou my body. God, my body was aching, I am going to need my pain killers later.
I simply changed Archer out of his shoes and shirt- he like sleeping bare and besides, today was quite hot- while giving me an avenue to stare at his hot, well toned abs to my satisfaction without interruptions or fear of being caught. I was definitely fmdrooling at the sight.
Snap out of it Maya! I slapped my cheeks to arouse me from my useless fantasy- I had literally used my eyes to strip the poor guy.
"You lewd girl," I hit my head with my palm twice and tore my eyes away from his yummylicious abs reluctantly.
Squatting down besides the bed, I watched him sleep and I had to admit his features looked soft and incredibly cute unlike his usual stoic expression when awake.
My hands moved of it's own volitions to his hair but my palm brushed across his forehead in the process causing his face to scrunch up- he was having a fever.
That's when I realized how his face flushed up at the moment.
Honestly, I was quite surprised. Archer was among the healthiest and strongest people I have ever known. Seeing him this weak and vulnerable made me realize he was still the same as I am: flesh and blood.
I grabbed my first aid kit and took his temperature with the body thermometer, he was having a fever if about 39.5°c.
I fed him some paracetamol which I literally shoved him down his throat cause he clamped his teeth so tight, I couldn't gain access to the inside of his mouth- I think he bit my finger in the process.
But the problem was solved the moment I kissed him and was granted immediate access- yeah, I know what you are thinking, been there.
So I used my tongue to guide it down his throat and fed him lots of fluids with the same method.