Chapter forty six

I groaned and stretched myself out of the bed, my head was pounding and my body was sore all over- especially my neck.
I barely slept a wink last night thanks to taking care of Archer. His temperatures kept fluctuating last night but thankfully cooled down in the morning.
I checked my clock, it was still quite early and sufficient time to get some some rest. So I lay back on my bed staring at the ceiling and hoping to God my eyelids would begin to droop but nah. It didn't happen, instead sleep flee from my eyes cause I kept thinking of Archer.
Aah! I screamed and got off the bed deciding to go brush up instead. Once done, I grabbed the tumbler which I used to feed Archer the medicine with last night, intending to return it to the kitchen where it was.
On my way to the kitchen, I wasn't kind surprised hearing some music playing in the background.
Amanda has the culture if doing this set of choreographed dances every morning as some sort of work out exercises even though we have a gym somewhere in the house- can't exactly remember where cause I have never tried nor imagine going to the gym.
Nor does she even consider outdoor exercises- you know jogging, running and all it even yoga? But no one quibbles over that anyways, after all, what is sweet food to one man is bitter poison to others- no one's complaining about the music though.
I nodding my head to the music and heading to the kitchen when I saw Archer and Izzy inside- what a weird combination.
But I actually did a double take when I suddenly saw Archer sit on his haunches and clasp Izzy's cheeks and dropping a heartwarming peck on top of Izzy's head.
What the hell!
As if that first shock wasn't enough, before my very own eyes, I saw Archer do an incredible spin dance without loosing his balance and stopping exactly at the kitchen counter where his coffee maker was brewing his coffee.
The tumbler flipped from my hand and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. What just happened? What was I seeing?
The same us said for Izzy, she just stood at the spot unmoving as if someone had pressed a pause button on her.
The sudden crash attracted Archer's attention cause he looked up and saw me while a bright smile capable of shaming even the sun curved his lips. I was so stunned that I stood there my mouth agape.
He then began to walk towards me and pulled me away from the mess on the ground. But before I could recover from the shock of all thilese episodes, he lowered his head and kisses the life out of me.
I just stood there like a stick, more like a frozen popsicle as Archer plundered my mouth. I was unable to yield to the intensity of his fiery kiss cause my brain was totally fried.
He pulled away afterwards but before I could thank God for the air, he captured my lips again with a violent passion.
This time, I meltedin his embrace, eagerly returning his hungry, demanding and consuming kiss which would've continued if I hadn't placed my hands on his chest, creating some space.
I was so lightheaded that I didn't have any strength left in my legs which wasn't surprising when I staggered and almost fell if Archer had not been there to grasp me tightly.
I tried to think but I was emotionally drained- what would I even think anyway? His kiss had left me short if words except one; Whats wrong with Archer?
"Are you okay?" He asked with the softest expression ever while his arms came around my waist.
I stared at him in a daze. No way, who is this man?
I screamed bloody murder when he suddenly scooped me up in his arms saying, "this won't do, you need to rest. You look so confused right now."
I almost retorted, "of course, why wouldn't I be confused when you are acting this strangely and totally not Archer-like," but decided to keep my mouth shut.
" Put me down this instant," I ordered, "you are a sick patient, you shouldn't be stressing yourselft but getting enough rest."
But he gave me a look that made me look stupid, "aren't you a patient either?" He challenged.
I rolled my eyes, "my case is different."
"How different?" He raised a brow still carrying me to God knows where.
"I am all better now but you," I pointed to his chest, "you were sweating profusely last night because you had a high fever. Do you know how difficult it was feeding you the drugs? I had to put the medicine in my mouth and kiss it..."
I flattered at once when I realized I was treading into dangerous territory. Even Archer stopped dead in his tracks, he looked down at me with a burning gaze making me blush uncontrollably.
He curled up, "so, that wasn't a dream?" He thought aloud.
I glowed at him, "how could that be a dream? Do you know how much I suffered carrying you to my room? Ooh my poor waist." I exaggerated on purpose.
Then I looked around and noticed he was climbing the stairs and that was when I realised he was taking me to his room. I began to squirm in his arms like a fish out if the water but a single warning gaze from him shut me up.
Immediately we got into the room, Archer wasn't gentle at all but threw me in the bed as I sunk into it's softness.
But there was no time to savour the sensation because the danger was around the corner.
I crawled backwardly into the bed as he started towards me with this gleam in his eyes. Without notice, I tried to roll out of the bed but he was quick and smart. Archer grabbed my arm and pushed me back on the bed, cutting any form of escape.
I gulped, "what are you doing?"
A smirk appeared on his face, "you said you hurt your waist while carrying me last night, so am thinking of massaging it."
My eyes widened at the size of the saucers, "w-what?" I choked, "m-massage what... Who said I need a massage?" Came my spluttering.
" Ooh, how can it be a dream? Do you know how much I suffered just carrying you to my room? Ooh my poor waist," mimicked Archer, as he perfectly copied my actions moments ago.
I stared at him dumbfounded, what's gotten into this guy today, I tried to sit up in order to launch my argument but he pushed me into my back.
My head jerked up exasperated only to meet his mischievous face as he said, "Shall we begin the massage then, Tigress?"
Her Puppy
Izzy's POV
I hate red. Hated strawberries. It had the colour red. Red us childish and feminine. But was does this strawberry look so tempting in the hand?
I gave Pedro a quizzical look, does he really want me to eat that? Though the idea of eating that disgust me to the core and gives me the urge to swat him but when I stared into his eyes- his tempting blue eyes, I found myself asking, why was i resisting it anyway?
His thick and strongly arched brow drew together, his expression sullen, "you don't like it?"
My mouth twitched, why did it look like my puppy was unhappy? Does he really want me to eat that? Fine, Izzy, let's do this, just this once and no more- you can't make your puppy unhappy.
I saw a flicker sadness across his features and I found myself saying, "feed me," and as expected, I saw his brow shit up and his eyes twinkle.
But I heard someone from behind choke and I saw it was Cecil, Pedro's mother coughing terribly. Did I say something wrong? I've watched that man called Archer use this line of words alot of times, why can't I use it too?
And then Maya, my nanny and future mommy- which am sure wouldn't happen anyway judging from the news I saw on my phone moments ago- nah, who cares. She came and gave cecil a gentle rub on her back.
I was kinda mad at Maya at the moment, she didn't let me take Pedro to my bedroom- I wonder why she thinks am a bad kid. I just wanted to show him alot of pictures including those if my puppy.
I once had a puppy with furs the colour like that of Pedro's and same eye colour as his when mommy was still alive. I loved Nani, my puppy. She was my only friend aside from my late mom and understood me well but the she died too.
Though u didn't believe in reincarnation and the time frame doesn't exactly match and the fact this sounds stupid- totally unlike me but I strongly believe Pedro is my puppy's reincarnation.
And this time I wasn't going to loose him but would take good care of him. Nobody was going to take him away from me this time, not even death .
Suddenly, I saw Maya's eyes flicjer at the news being broadcasted on the television- at last, this secret was off my chest.
I saw Maya freeze for a complete five minute obviously to whatever Cecil was saying- even my puppy noticed it cause he wanted to ask why she was as stiff as a board, but I quickly pressed a finger against his pink lips- albeit a mistake- I quickly then withdrew my finger.
"Are you alright," I saw Cecil ask Maya with a concerned look on her face, " what are you staring at?"
"Nothing," my Nanny jumped out of her skin and quickly changed the channel before Cecil could see the news.
Though Cecil had a doubtful look on her face but there was nothing she could do, however, it wasn't any if her business anyway.
I was startled when I felt a sudden weight on my shoulder and tilted my head to the side only to discover that Pedro was resting his head on my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice slightly tensed and brows drawn together in a barely perceptible frown. Was my puppy taking advantage of my kindness?