The Bet *Conflict of Interest

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Chapter 44 *Conflict of Interest

~Sophia

I'm in the stage where a few minutes to go, I will wake up. It's the stage where you are there, and not, at the same time. I can feel my body slowly returning to consciousness. I can hear the silent buzz of the air condition and the quiet movement of someone beside me.

"Sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up . . ." A velvet voice murmurs, followed by a soft touch on my lips.

Slowly, I open my eyes. My body is aching. I want to crawl into a ball to minimize the pain. I grit my teeth so as not to make a sound of frustration.

This is just a fever, but why does my body feel sore?

To top it all off, my head wants to explode; it’s throbbing, like someone is hammering it from inside and out. And I feel cold outside and warm inside. Ironic.

To my embarrassment, my stomach growls.

“Is that a lion roaring?” Draky asks amusedly.

“No,” I mutter, my cheeks burning hotly, “it’s a cheetah contemplating if he’ll eat you.”

“I didn’t expect you to be furious when you’re hungry,” he says, wrapping his arms around me.

Surprised, I wriggle out of him. He looks taken aback at my action. If I’m not staring at his eyes, I won’t see the flash of hurt in them.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, letting me go.

“No, it’s not that,” I explain, steadying myself because I didn’t know I was leaning to him that much. “You might get contaminated because you’re close to me. This fever is contagious you know.”

He grins, showing all his perfect white teeth. Then he wraps his arms around me, shoving me to his muscled chest. Playing basketball has its perks. Even though he stopped playing for a while, I think he continues to go to the gym to maintain his body. I wonder what his chest look like without his shirt.

Why am I thinking of him bare-chested?!

“It’s okay,” he says, laughing, “That way, you can take care of me too.”

Before I can stop myself, I smile at him. He tightens his arms around me and buries his face in my hair. I feel embarrassed because I haven’t taken a bath yet. I almost want to die when he suddenly pushes me lightly away from him. Am I stinky? Oh God.  I hope—

“I forgot,” he says, cutting me off my horrible thoughts, “you haven’t eaten yet. That was why your stomach growled a while ago.”

“It did not,” I deny, forgetting my previous horror. I smell myself inconspicuously and sigh in relief when I didn’t smell something bad.

“Wait for me here,” he says, getting up from the bed. “I’ll heat the food I cooked for you.”

“Your specialty?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

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