His Bet

Chapter Fifty Eight

Brix

It's already 11 pm when we are able to go downstairs. I just came out from the bathroom and carefully stride towards the maid's room silently twisting the door knob and slip myself in. As I got inside I shut it behind me and stay where I was. I was certain there really is something bothering her. I don't have to be a rocket scientist to know how slippery she is to me a while ago. Man, how could I stand my girl being like this to me?

Never.

I should make this up to her whatever the reason was. I wasn't planning to let her sleep like this. That is never going to happen under my watch. I took a sharp inhale before I started to talk.

"Hi sweetheart." I breathed out. Still aware about her being slippery with me.

She look at me as she sat on the bed. I was staring back at her waiting for her response or anything but she just nodded.

What the fuck? What's with the formality?

The room felt silent and I hate it. The atmosphere is obviously not welcoming and warm so I walk towards the single couch and took a sit.

She was silent sitting in front of me as she played with the hem of her shirt. Pursing her bottom lip with that slight furrow of her eyebrows.

"Hey, are you mad at me?" I cajoled in a whisper cocking my head low to look on her face. She lift up her head automatically and answered.

"Should I be mad?"

"No. No baby. But I know there's something bothering you." I commented.

She didn't answer. She slightly open her mouth but just decided to shut it out. It's almost visible how her mind works and drifts as she thinks.

"Look baby." I started.

She stop her silent and adorable blabbering and look at me. But not in the eye.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad or upset or if even hurt you in anyway possible. I don't need a telescope baby to see if there's something wrong but I can feel it. I hate the formal and silent treatment and it's driving me insane thinking about it for hours so It'll be easier if you directly tell me what's wrong. No matter what I've done I'm so sorry about it, I may not know it exactly but I'm pretty sure it wasn't intentional. Damn, I can't even lay a finger on you so how am I suppose to hurt you." I explained and apologize slowly. I've been thinking of this for a couple of hours but still nothing came up to my mind. I can't remember anything that might make her mad or upset.

She turned away her face from me and search for anything to concentrate at. She was pursing her lips a bit hard that made it redder than it is already and I swear my eyes drifted automatically to her swollen lips. I was staring at it with hunger like there's no food on this earth can satisfy my need and starving stomach but her lips. Her lips looks so so so so soft.

"Shit. Baby please stop that." My jaw clenched as I balled my fist. Shutting my eyes tight to prevent myself from knocking her down above this bed and kiss the hell out of her.

Cotdamnit. I fucking hard.

"Huh?" She looks confuse and curious about what I've said. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with that innocence in her gray eyes. If I could just feed it with my aching desire for her but I know she's not ready for it. Miles and miles away ready for it. I corrected.