The Devil with a Halo (On hold)

Chapter 9 - Hunger Crisis

--Hunger Crisis--

Never touch other people's stuff without their consent, I was taught. 

But what if it is Diego Osorio's stuff? 

Yups, you thought right. Screw whatever I was being taught and snoop around a bit.

Curiosity was never my problem, but right now it was. I couldn't control the bubbling curiosity inside me. Maybe letting curiosity win over me, just this one time won't hurt. Right?

I walked towards his dresser, rich oak, perfectly carved and definitely expensive. Diego's room has everything which makes it better than a Presidential Suite. I couldn't help but notice the gaming consoles though...men. I rolled my eyes and took a moment to admire the work of art his room was.

His room is painted in a rich deep shade of blue, combine it with some dark, wood furniture, silver yet not shiny decor pieces and you have got yourself a deal. A very classy, elegant and royal deal. I diverted my attention back to the dresser. 

This should be interesting.

I slowly opened the first drawer, there were bottles of different, expensive colognes with names written in French and Italian. I wonder if that's the secret of his insanely addictive scent. Other than that, there were hair brushes and some hair gel. Nothing important. 

I sighed and opened the second drawer. I was mid-way when I realized how nosy I was being. This is so unlike me. I never really went through someone's personal stuff before. But it was only Diego's and maybe he won't even mind..but was it right?

I decided to open the drawer anyway, because well, curiosity. There were few envelopes and idle papers in there, all placed in a very organised manner. I wonder how someone can keep idle paper like those in such an organised way. I am a total klutz when--

"May I help you?" A warm breath tickled the side of my face and I jumped around in shock. I bumped into his body and almost fell backwards when his hand snaked around my waist and saved me.

"Were you looking for something? Something I can help with?" He raised an eyebrow perfectly, looking mildly amused with me.

"...No.." I said slowly. What excuse am I supposed to give him? Is he angry? I can't really decipher from his expressions, they are almost non-existent except for that raised eyebrow.

"You must be. What can I help you with?" He asked again, gripping my waist more tightly which made me feel..nervous? I am not sure since my body still burned like before from his touch. Though, I was not sure if it was the usual hate and disgust or not.

"I was just.." Think, Sky, think! I mentally screamed at myself. 

"Let me help you with whatever you need." He said but made no move to move away from me. I felt slightly suffocated with his close proximity with me, he was definitely evading my personal space.

"I don't need your help. Can you just step away from me?" I was pretty surprised by my bluntness but seems like he wasn't since he didn't stepped away.

"I think you do. You definitely need my help." He was so expressionless and his voice was so deep, I wanted to scream loudly. Even I don't know why but the urge to scream was strong.

"I don't need your help. Now back off, will you?" My voice wasn't as stern as I wanted it to be. But well whatever, it's not like it was going to work on him anyway.

"I am sure you need my help with something in there." He said cocking his head to the side to have a look at the drawer I've opened, completely ignoring the latter part of my previous statement. His arm was still around my waist and it didn't felt even one bit right.