CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

DALLAS


I tossed and turned in bed unable to fall asleep. Sleeping is an impossible task with the presence beside me on the bed. I was hyper aware of my surroundings as beads of sweat trickled down my forehead.


Oliver was laying at the other edge of the bed, so far out of my reach. But it felt like he was close to me, his body rubbing mine, and his harsh breaths caressing my skin. It doesn't help that I was wearing his shirt. His musky scent invaded my every senses. I could feel him all over me and even inside me.


Oliver’s body remained still the entire time, his right arm was at the back of his head. I was convinced that he was asleep. I scooted closer to him, unable to resist his body pull.

I’m probably making a mistake by doing this, but I convinced myself I wasn’t doing anything bad or illegal. The room was chilly and I was simply sorting for some warmth. That’s what I told myself.

I just needed to get a little bit closer. I’m not going to touch him or make him aware of my presence.

He sucked in an audible breath, breaking my stride towards him.

I held my breath, feeling guilty as if I’ve been caught doing something bad.

“Are you asleep?” I whispered, slightly annoyed by how throaty my voice sounded.

“No.” He said sharply, almost as if he was annoyed that he was sharing his bed with me.

Or maybe I was over thinking things.

Dammit! I can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I was a bit sober compared to when he found me at the club. Or maybe not.

I chewed on my lower lip and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ears.

“Is it true that you changed me?” I asked.

He admitted to it earlier, but a part of me was convinced that he was messing with me. Oliver might not like to admit it, but he liked provoking me just as much as I love messing with him. (edit)

But I also knew he wouldn’t lie about something like that. The image flashed across my mind and I flushed hard. I was thankful for the dimly lit room, or he’d see how red I was at the moment.

“Yes.” Another sharp response.

I should stop pushing his buttons before things get out of hand. But I couldn’t. Talking with him was the only thing distracting me from the throbbing sensation under me. Though I couldn’t really tell if his voice was distracting me from the urge, or intensifying said urge.

But that will do. We’d bicker for a long time till one of us falls asleep. It’s how we’ll get through tonight. It’s the safest way.

“And what happened while you were changing me?”

I’m not even sure if I want to know that piece of information. He already said it earlier that he didn’t touch me inappropriately. But I don’t know why I felt a little disappointed about it.

I should appreciate that he didn’t take advantage of me while I was in a very vulnerable state, but instead I felt the complete opposite. Was he really not attracted to me at all? What were all those signals about? Those dirty words. Those touches in his bedroom.

Why did he want to own me? Obviously because I was his cure.

But does he really not want anything to with me aside that?

Maybe his erection the other day was just a biological reaction. He is a man and he has needs. Our proximity must have done something to him biologically. It’s not like he was attracted to me.

You know what, it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t think about it. It’s perfectly fine.

But I still found myself holding my breath, waiting for his answer.

“I already told you nothing happened. What are you insinuating?”

He finally opened his eyes and turned to face me, our gaze locked. But as always, he had his poker face perfectly in place. It was impossible to read him. That annoyed me. But I was determined to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Well, a naked girl was lying in your tub. And you are telling me you had no reactions at all. I find that hard to believe.” I shrugged.

His brows furrowed slightly.
“What’s this about, Dallas? I told you, I didn’t touch you.”

My ears rang as his words sunk in. Dallas? Of course, he called me Dallas. Not ‘little monkey’ or ‘Red’ or any of the other ridiculous nicknames he gave me. He called me by my name. He never calls me that except in extremely rare situations. Like when he pissed at me, although that’s very rare, or when he wants me to do something.

He just called me that now so maybe he is really pissed that I’m questioning him.

“No, it’s nothing. You can go to sleep now. Good night.” I said, a bit sharper than I intended.

I turned my back on him, seething with rage.

Why am I mad at him? Because he doesn’t want to touch me? Because he isn’t attracted to me the way I am to him?

Well, he is the heartthrob of half the single ladies in the New York. There’s no way he’d be attracted to me.

That’s ridiculous. I am so pathetic. I should be grateful that he didn’t try to take advantage of me. So why do I feel like this?

You know what, I’m just going to fall asleep and forget all about this, everything will be fine by morning.

“Dallas?”

I ignored him and pretended to be fast asleep. I didn’t want to talk to him when I’m half-drunk and at the verge of losing my mind.

“Great, you’re asleep,” he drawled, like he didn’t believe it.

“So much for been sexually frustrated.” He chuckled and drifted away from me.

What does he mean by that--

Hold up a second!

My eyes fluttered open and I jolted up immediately as the memories rushed back.

What the fuck?!

Oh my God, Dallas! You did not just embarrass yourself drunkenly in front of your mega hot boss.

“I didn’t mean… I was…”

Oliver’s laughter resounded through the room. Of course, he found it funny.

“I was drunk.” I managed to resist how the sound of his laughter affected me and bit out.

He immediately stopped laughing, his face turned serious.

“I’m not laughing at you.” he sighed. “I’m laughing at myself.”

Then he did something that shocked me to the core. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. It was rock hard that it couldn’t fit my entire palm.

“I haven’t even touched you yet. This is what your mere presence does to me. Do you still think I don’t want you?”

I gulped hard, unable to provide an actual response. My cheeks flushed hard. I couldn’t help giving him a little squeeze, earning a dark chuckle from him. Just the mere touch of his manhood sends tremors through my body. I wondered how it’d feel inside me. Heat crept up my cheek as the image flashed across my mind.

God!


“It’s not that I don’t want you, Dallas, it’s that…” he hesitated for a second “I just don’t know if I can yet.”


The realization dawned on me. He had told me how he got his allergy. It’s only logical that having sex might trigger his horrible experience of it. I suddenly felt bad for being so pushy, while he was battling with his desires and trauma.

But the guilt did nothing to reduce the inferno inside me. Judging by how Oliver’s cock bulged harder, I think it’s the same with him.

I did the best thing I could think of in the moment.

“Have you ever felt like this towards any other woman before?” I asked.

“No, not even when I see a naked woman or when I watch porn. You are the first.” he said calmly.

A smile tug at the corner of my lips.

“Then maybe I’m the solution to all your problems, Mr Kang.”

Oliver chuckled at the mention of his last name and I smiled. His eyes shone with an emotion I had never seen on him before, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. If I hadn’t been staring at him, I wouldn’t notice it.

I wish I hadn’t seen it. Because I was going to give myself to him tonight. Deep down, I knew what a big mistake I was making. I had dug a hole for myself and willingly fell into it.