Living With Him

Twenty-two: We Hate Cliffhangers

"Shit" Mr. Northman hissed before deciding to help me out of the dress I'm in.

I don't even know how we got in my room anymore. All I know is that the second we got in the house, he locked the front door and pulled my face up to his before devouring me.

I can't even control my actions and my thoughts were all scrambled as he guided me to my room. I just tried to keep up with him until we got here.

As I started taking the dress off, he pushed my bedroom door close and pulled my face back to his.

My neck's gonna break if he keeps on doing this.

My subconscious rolled her eyes when he took my hands off the dress and replaced it with his, so he's the one taking it off. I didn't even bother listen to my subconscious' snarky comments; I was too busy helping my fake boyfriend out of his clothes too.

I heard another click and I had to pull away to look at the source of the sound.

There, at the door, was a lock and a key.

When did that get there?

"I had someone install that. I'm glad it's already there" he pulled me up and pushed me against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"No more intrusions" he mumbled against my neck before nipping it.

I half giggled and half moaned at what he did and what he said.

A soft yelp escaped my lips when he gently threw me down on my bed and I looked up at him.

His coat's no longer there—probably wherever my dress is, his dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing the skin underneath.

I didn't even finish undressing him but I'm already in my undies.

I felt my cheeks warm up when I noticed his eyes scan my almost naked self.

"The dress is gone" I mumbled. "Now you know how I look like without it, are we done?"

He furrowed his brows at me before shaking his head.

"Aren't you going to check on Ms. Sky?"

"Why are you asking me these questions?"

I scratched my nose before thinking about the reason behind it. I'm not scared of him—I don't think I am. Am I scared of what might happen now? I am curious if he's not going to check on her though, he didn't touch his phone the whole ride home. His hand was busy squeezing mine.

"Do we really have to do this?"

He furrowed his brows as he knelt above me, my thighs trapped in between his knees.

"Is there something wrong?"

I gently shook my head. "I don't know," I shrugged.

"Are you scared I might hurt you?"

I shook my head again as an answer.

"I don't think you would" I said after a few seconds.

"Do you want me?"

I felt myself raise my brows at his question.

"I do" I answered and I was surprised to say that.

I mean, I have a crush on Andres. While it's just a crush, I don't really fantasize myself in bed with him. I didn't even notice myself wanting Mr. Northman. Why do I want him anyway? Do I want him physically or emotionally? I don't think it's the latter though. I don't feel myself emotionally attached to him.