Never

Chapter 23

Like a lunatic Agastya roamed all around the city in search of a cake. His security man did offer to bring the cake for him but since he had said to her that he will bring her then he will do it so he refused it. So his security man settled on following him.

He reaches the penthouse after hours with a cake. He steps inside the room and finds her fast asleep on the bed.

‘Fuck, is she sleeping after sending me to bring a fucking cake for her at fucking nighttime?’ Agastya thought with disbelief. He shakes his head as he looks at her calmly sleeping figure. He kept the box of cake away. He stripped out of his clothes, leaving his boxers on and fell straight on the bed beside her.

“Happy birthday, Amelia.” Agastya whispered while looking at her with half closed eyes. He is tired and sleepy. His eyes fluttered close.

He wakes up startled hearing the booming music. His still dazed eyes look around in panic of the sudden sound and finds Amelia dancing while singing happy birthday. Instantly his shoulders slumps down in relief and he lays back.

Amelia's eyes register him and she runs to him. She grabs his wrist and pulls him out of the bed and on his feet. Agastya lets her pull him. 

“What the hell are you doing early in the morning?” Agastya asked. His voice hoarse as he stood in front of Amelia with his hand crossed across his chest.

“It's my birthday so let's dance.” Amelia says and starts dancing. Agastya just stares at her as she dances. Blood rushed to his neither region as he saw her dancing gracefully. 

Amelia grabs his hand and forces him to dance. Agastya clicks his tongue in annoyance.

‘She sure has a lot of energy early in the morning. And he would surely prefer it to doing something erotic.’ He thought as she moved his hand around, urging him to dance.

“Agastya dance.” Amelia demanded when she couldn't make him dance. “It's my birthday. Can't you do this much?” Amelia asked against the booming sound.

“I am not good at dancing.” Agastya replied as he sat back on the foot of the bed.

“Please, Agastya. It's my birthday.”

Agastya huffed heavily and got up. Awkwardly he danced with his hands up in the air. His body, stiff and uncomfortable as he moved.

‘He surely has lost his mind.’

Amelia blows up laughing seeing Agastya dance so awkwardly. Agastya halts as Amelia laughs loudly.

“You were right. You are worse at dancing.” Amelia muttered in between her laughs.

A little embarrassed he sat down and replied, “Told you so. But you dance elegantly.” He added, truthfully. Amelia does have a knack for dancing.

Amelia cupped his cheeks. She pressed his cheeks making his lips puckered out. She pecks his pukered lips and replies, “Duh, because I love dancing.” She straightened up. “Let's cut the cake.”

She turns and grabs the cake which was open and some cream was gone from one side. He had a idea who ate it.

“You ate it already.” Agastya asserted. What's the need of cutting when she has already eaten it?

Amelia sits down beside him.

“I just tasted it dummy.” Amelia answered in a duh tone. She starts looking for a remote to stop the song when Agastya says, “Alexa, stop the song.” And the very next second the room gets engulfed in a complete silence.