CHAPTER 29

The ride from my place to Connor's apartment was long and boring, with Jacob hardly sparing me a look and even when I remarked how nice the weather was today, he had not even perked his ears or responded with a cough. I snorted at him silently and allowed the boring air to persist. When we finally arrived at our destination, I was more than glad to finally breathe properly. He helped me with my luggage and escorted me into the apartment.
"Mr Meyers said to show you to your room." Jacob led me upstairs and down the hallway to a room which he unlocked and walked in with me. It was very much spacious from my room at my apartment and pretty basic which a large king-sized bed, a dresser and a large mirror. Its pale white walls were bare and the only thing decorating the room were two pots of plants resting by the large window.
Jacob gave a small curt nod and left, leaving me alone in the large room. I dropped my luggage by the side of the bed and paced around the room, hoping to catch on anything interesting but I was only greeted by a pale and disappointing sight. I moved next to the side of the window and wind up the blinds, giving access for the wind to kiss my cheeks and play with my air. I smiled and breathe in the gentle breeze as I enjoyed the sight before me. Unlike the front view of the apartment overlooking the city, the window of my room was facing the mountainside and greenery and I could smell the fresh breeze the trees sent my way. I daydreamed of a few things I could do here, sitting by the side of this window. Maybe I could go back to journaling and doing my morning pages ritual with my chair facing this window and enjoying the aesthetic view before me.
When I got tired of staring in fascination at the view, I strolled out of my room and stood by my door. My eyes inspected the closed door next to mine. Curious about which room it could be, I walked towards it and tried to peep inside the door but my weight pushed the door open and I stumbled in, almost losing balance.
Fuck. The door wasn't even shut close. Maybe he was so used to being alone in his personal space that he did not have the thoughts that anyone could intrude in his space.
I straightened myself properly and my mouth almost fell open as I raised my gaze to see the room I had just entered.
No doubt, Connor's.
Another king-sized bed like mine was well arranged and properly made and the walls had a few paintings that looked like something that could come alive anytime soon. It was a perfectly painted and animated artwork and you might even be mistaken that it was a live picture. I walked quietly to one of the paintings that captured my eyes. It was a laughing child with some missing teeth and wearing a running nose. I traced my fingers over the painting, mesmerized and in confirmation that these were just paintings and nothing more. My eyes caught small writings transcribed a bit at the edge of the painting and I brought my eyes closer to inspect the writing and a surprised smile escaped my lips.
Connor Finn Meyers.
Seemed pretty boy was good at hiding things from people. His talents too.
I let my eyes admire the rest of his paintings for some more minutes before my attention drifted to the other side of the wall where a small bookshelf was standing, adorned with wall plants. I walked over to the side of the room and felt the hard and soft textures of the papers and the smell of old and new books. There were a lot of Jane Eyres books here and I could not hold my surprise that hot sexy Connor reads. I for one was not a book person and so, I did not expect Connor to be one.
But I guess I was wrong.
It was obvious that asides from work, he found other fun things to engross himself in. Like paintings and reading. A familiar book caught my eyes and as I pulled it carefully out of the shelf, an air of nostalgia hit me and I was instantly taken back to when I was ten and Zed and Jojo were surrounding me in our secret spot on the rooftop under the starry night. Those nights when I would read Animal Farm to both of them and they would listen to me quietly, talking only when they wanted clarity on the parts I had just read that they didn't understand. Even though most times, I did not understand the parts just as they didn't, I would do my best to explain whatever I felt was right and then we would go back to reading again. These were nights that bonded us. Turned us into a family we never had.
I rested my butt on the bed and flipped through the first pages of the book. I felt rest assured that Connor still had stuff to do in the agency and had enough time before he would be back home. That would be enough time for me to read a bit of the book and leave before he discovered someone else had been in his room.
....................
My eyes gently fluttered open and my heart stopped instantly as cold hard hazel grey eyes peered at me as if penetrating deep within my soul. I jerked fully awake and pressed my back to the wall of the bed, panting both in shock and panic.
How in the world did he get into my room?
"Fuck, Connor. Why are you here?" I managed to ask in-between hyper breaths. But Connor did not move an inch and remained seated beside me on the bed, eyes still glaring at me. It only took a minute for my brain to reset and understand that I wasn't actually in my apartment as I had thought.
I was in fact, in someone else's apartment and his god-dammed room!
My now frightened eyes travelled to the book beside my foot on the bare floors. Had I slept off while reading it and it had fallen from my grips?
I looked between the book and Connor again and this time, I smiled a silly appeasing smile and he only reached for the book and picked it from the floor. He walked over to the bookshelf and tucked it back neatly among the rows of other books before rejoining me on the bed again, his stare still cold and unfriendly.
I deserved it. I deserved all of it.
How confident was I to enter someone else's room without permission and then go ahead to take his book from its shelf and leave it sprawling carelessly on the ground while I slept?
The nerves. Way to go, Kenz.
"What are you doing here?" His first question came and the tone of his voice practically sent shivers down my spine.
I gulped down dry saliva and sat upright on the bed, feeling like a prodigal child already.
"I...uh...I found the door open..."
"And then you just what? Walked in?" He cut in, his face still expressionless.
I remained silent this time, knowing fully well that I had already been cut red-handed and there was absolutely nothing I would say or do to save me from this situation.
He scoffed and got up from the bed, walking to his closet. I glanced at the table clock in his room. 12:37 AM.
12:37 AM! Shit. For how long have I been sleeping here?
"Connor, I will..." I returned my gaze to him but his sight muted the words in my mouth and my pupils dilated at the sight of a now shirtless man backing me as he changed from his work outfit.
He turned to face me and my legs tingled both in sexual excitement and panic. The hard lines of his biceps and abs and the smoothness of his torso would cause me to cry now.
God. He was smoking hot.
"Yeah?" He raised a brow at me and I tried hard not to gulp at this living sculpture of a Greek god.
"Uh...I mean...well..." I slapped myself mentally for fumbling with my words and even worse for causing this man to advance towards me, still shirtless.
He stopped right before me and bowed... a little, leaning closer such that our faces were almost touching. I could feel the warmness of his breath fanning my face, multiplying the intensity I was already feeling.
"Yes?"
"I...uh..."
He had a smirk playing on his lips now and I called him evil in my head. How dare he laugh at a situation he caused himself?
Uh...you started this first, missy.
He reached for my face but I backed off my head a little. His smirk lifted and he held my face in place and arranged my hair, smoothening it.
Did he even know the kind of feeling he was causing me or was he doing all of this on purpose?
"Do you remember the other part of the contract?"
In the situation we were in now, the only thought that occurred to me at the mention of the contract was the part where I get to have sex with the hot sin city right here and get pregnant for him. I might be wrong but I really couldn't think of anything else apart from that.
"No," I replied subconsciously in a whisper.
His fingers trailed down my hair to my face, causing my eyes to flutter and weaken in pleasure. His fingers travel downwards to my neck and reached the valley in between my breasts, pushing the thin linings of my blouse aside. Panic shot my eyes open and I grabbed his hand before he could go any further.
His smiles did not wash off his face.
"Why?"
I felt clueless about what type of reply to give him. Should I tell him the truth that I had never really done any of this before and only imagined and made fantasies about them? Or that the only sexual experience I ever had was watching porn from the privacy of my room when alone and imagining hot young men fucking me till I reached orgasm?
I chose not to say any of those.
Seeing my silence, he planted a quick peck on my lips before I even had the chance to draw back. He got up again and walked to his closet.
I reached for my lips and touched them gently, feeling his kiss still lingering on my lips. A flash of anger went through me.
What the fuck did he just do?
"You stole my first kiss," I said in a whisper that I reckoned he might not hear but I could see the tensed movement in his body as he paused before turning to look at me again, puzzle now written all over his face.
"Why did you do that?" I asked dumbly, locking my gaze with him.
Fine lines of frowns appeared on his forehead as he stared back at me.
"Your first kiss?"
I did not think I could stand him looking at me like I was crazy and delusional. A twenty- two years old who hadn't even had her first kiss yet.
Rising from the bed, I moved to leave the room but strong warm arms grabbed me by the wrist stopping me to my feet. I turned to face him and I was surprised to see a new smirk on his face.
"Then I guess I made it easier for you."
"What?" I was the one with the puzzled frown now.
"If I am going to fuck you and make you pregnant, then I might as well have to start getting you prepared for that moment."
I snatched my wrist away from his hold, my nose flaring a little in rage.
"Fuck you, Connor."
He laughed gently.
"Calm down, honey. I will be the one who fucks you till you can't even remember your name again."
I hurried out of the room and back into mine, banging the door shut as I walked in. My eyes were glazed a little and my chest heaved with anger.
How dare he try to make fun of me like that?
I hated him. I hated Connor Meyers.