Even if I raised my knees to hug myself and stretched his black clothes down to my feet I still shivered, I was back at the bedroom where I still couldn't sleep.
The unforgiving cold night took all of my strength, the moonlight glimmered through the rooftop and spotlighted me. It was eerily peaceful and I could hear grasshoppers at the distance.
"Or else, i'll be the one to kill you." His words kept repeating on my head.
I heard footsteps nearing and that's when I fixed myself and sat properly, "One week." I whispered to myself, Jazz made a presence by the door and he held a foodtray, the steam from rice, the warm soup, kiwis and warm milk he placed it on the table.
"I'm sleepy. Go help yourself."
His voice sounded tired and he left, my stomach growled I detested my pride for not wanting to eat anything coming from him, but then I stared at the food. Have they always looked this scrumptious? "Fuck." Just one bite of kiwi, and I ended up devouring his meal.
I felt the urge to head to the restroom and stood up, walked my way to the hall I didn't knew where the C.R was, not until a door opened revealing a topless Jazz with towel wrapped covering his unders. I could see his imprinted motherf—
"You finished eating?" He asked, from the darkness his red lips were so visible, I didn't directly look at his body but I noticed the scars on his chest.
"Malamang." Pabalagbag kong sinabi't tinawanan mya lang ako. His face looked much more sharp and I went past him and inside the c.r.
Holy shit. What a fucking body. He had slutty waistline with not-so bulky abs, it was perfect, his shoulders were so broad where I could see line section apart his biceps that made it clear it was pure muscles, not to begin with his chest, the valley of his chest was prominent. "Fuck." Pagkat ay minasahe ko ang aking noo, this, this was the first time actually seeing a greek god's body up close.
After finishing I went back to the bedroom and saw him sitting in my bed, he wore a grey sweatpants and he was topless. He was reading a book with one leg crossed with only the lampshade that illuminated the side of his face that made his appearance look sharp.
I saw my bed was pampered clean, "Where are my clothes?" I demanded to which he chuckled and checked his watch.
"Anytime now."
Then, suddenly I heard a faint engine stop, it was a car and the door was aggressively busted all I could do in this state was go sulk in the corner of the bed. Jazz was here so I doubt anything'd happen to me.
"Why the fuck are you making me look for panties and bra's at midnight huh?!" Someone's aggressive footsteps echoed the room, I looked at Jazz to see him reading the book as if he heard nothing, turns a page and continues reading. Then, panties after bras and clothes gets thrown to his face.
"I have a guest, extrude your manners Eugene."
"You fucking talk to me as if i'm your servant or something? Huh! I'll curse your mothe—-Guest?"
Eugene's eyes caught me sulking at the corner. "Wow. I didn't notice her at all." Suddenly his furious voice switched to an elegant one.
These people, they're weird. "She's good at concealing her aura, who is she?" Eugene composedly rubs his jawline down to his chin as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"She's Medusa." Jazz continued reading and flipped another page.
Then his brows snapped up for a second, "Ah, that's why your face is covered." Eugene nodded and stepped one foot forward, "Do you plan on making her your slave or—-"
