Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Seven

(Emmett's Point Of View)

I was woken from my lovely serene sleep by the soft shuffling across the carpet, I cracked open my eyes to Lucien wandering across the room wearing only a pair of tight black boxers to push open the window, oh please jut stand there for the day and I'll be right as rain.

"Oh I didn't mean to wake you" He smiled moving over to the foot of the bed to pull up the quilt over me "It's a bit cold this morning so you can sleep in if you want" He offered pulling on a tee shirt. I nodded tiredly burying my face into the warm downy fabric of the quilt and dropped back into my peaceful sleep.

The second time I woke up was at about 8 O'clock and I was way less grumpy and sleep deprived than usual, but my body was aching so badly and I could feel a headache forming at the back of my head. I sat up slowly wincing at the dull throbbing in my lower back to gaze across the room, I hadn't noticed how beautiful it was when I had came in last night. Flower vases were sat on the desk and the walls were painted a baby blue colour that made the room look all the more brighter with the large window that was opened outward onto a balcony that overlooked the ocean.

I turned my eyes down to the shirt and well fitted sweatpants laid at the foot of the bed on top of a long woolen robe of sorts, a little note with my name written on it was was sitting on top of them. My guess was that he wanted me to wear them considering I had no comfortable clothes, I tugged the tee shirt on over my head and struggled to pull the boxers on as my shoulder was throbbing angrily in protest.

I crawled out from the warm cuccoon and wobbled across the room to grab the robe and hastily throwing it on over the top of my shirt, I slowly took a few steps towards the door and pulled it open into the landing. I let go of the door handle to reach for the bannister and stepped down the stairs, I wonder how Nick was doing. The last I heard of him was when he left and its been two days.

I could hear sounds moving around in the kitchen when I stuck my head in, Lucien was now fully dressed (Dang it.) standing over the stove cooking something or other that smelled like heaven and bacon "Did you sleep well?" He asked keeping his back to me.

"I did, thank you." I mumbled shifting awkwardly in the doorway of this unknown and way too fancy house.

"Emmett, You don't need to stand around. I've already taken care of the team's work so we don't need to rush" He chuckled turning away from the stove with a plate of food in his hands.

"I think I've overstayed my welcome" I muttered in defense turning to walk out of the kitchen only to run into Lucien had appeared in my path.

"Don't do that, it's creepy" I sighed playing with the sleeve of the robe averting my gaze from his face to the freshly polished wood beneath my feet.

"Emmett. Hey, Don't look away from me" He ordered grabbing my chin between his fingers and tilting my face upward forcing me to stare straight into those violet irises piercing into me.

"Look, I've only met you like two days ago and I was way out of line to come onto you like that" I tried to back away but his fingers wouldn't budge from my chin.

"That tattoo didn't just appear there for no reason. You've heard of the stories, when the marking appears its as if you've been claimed and it's up to me to keep you safe from any danger" He finally let go of my chin to grab hold of my hands.

"Where'd you get that? Shakespeare's big book of love?" I scoffed rolling my eyes sarcastically, if my mother was still alive she would of backhanded me upside the head if she found out I was even conversing with this guy.

"No, It's a code that every demonoid that isn't a fértile. It's the law to protect one's eternal soul partner and any children that they give them." He corrected matter of factually.