Pulling Your Heartstrings✔

Chapter twenty seven

Chapter 27

One glass of wine turned into two, then moved on to three, until it turned to a full bottle. I was careful not to get drunk. I knew my limit. I didn't know Victor's, but I was pleased when a bottle had him completely drunk.

Imade, on the other hand, had passed out on the couch. She had always been a lightweight. All she usually needed were  four glasses, and she'd instantly reach her tipping point. I needed her like this. She didn't need to hear anything that was going on. Everything had to fall into place.

I carefully pulled out his phone, and stuck his pointer to the finger print scan. Once his phone unlocked, I scrolled through everything he had. Any kind of proof I needed. I was practically desperate. This was my last resort. I didn't care that I was infringing on his privacy. I just needed trash like him, out of my life.

Bingo. After checking through countless hidden folders. One name finally stuck. Aline. Whoever she was, he seemed to hold in in high regard. I was completely sure that it wasn't his wife. I knew how his wife looked like. He didn't even save his wife's contact on his phone, but he did just that with Aline. That name had me curious. I needed to do my research.

I made screenshots of their conversation and sent it to my phone. I was careful to get rid of any evidence. If I could figure out who she was, then it was a done deal. I saved her number quickly, and finally decided to have some shut eye. I had finally made progress and it gave me the contentment I needed at the moment.

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I yawned, when I got to the fridge to get a glass of milk. I glanced at the clock. 12:49. I hadn't even slept for long. I dragged my feet back to my room,  and paused when I heard slow movements rummaging from the basement.

I groaned. Tife. What the hell was he still doing at this time of the night? Was he trying to wake everyone up? 

Resisting the urge to punch him, I instead headed to where he was and decided to talk to him.

He was there. Just like I expected. Arranging and sorting. His face was stoic and hard. His eyes were once again unreadable. A far cry from its usual amused look, and it broke my heart.

I mumbled his name softly, yet loud enough for him to hear. He turned his head. His face softening. "I'm guessing that I'm making a lot of ruckus from upstairs."

I pursed my lips. "I'm more concerned what you're doing down here."

He lowered his head back to his work. "I'm sorry about how I behaved during dinner. I'm just having a hard time getting ahold of my emotions."

I placed myself next to him. His eyes instantly flitting to mine. "You know you can tell me anything. We are friends, right? "

"Friends. Yeah we are."

I took his hand. He interlaced it. I watched him carefully. He wasn't pushing me away. Maybe he did want me around. "I really care about you. I—"

He mumbled.  "I care about you too."

"Then talk to me." Silence consumed the small room, just after I spoke.

He took one longing look at me. Raw emotions danced in his eyes.

"Stay with me." Were the simple words he uttered. He searched through my face waiting for my approval . I gave a small nod. Whatever he was going through, he needed someone to lean on, the only way he knew how to. He wanted me. I could wait whenever he was ready to talk. He needed the distraction. I could feel it.

I lunged closer, and slowly ran my fingers down his right hand. Goosebumps trailed, each contact I made. He cupped my face softly. I closed my eyes.  Our lips touched, and I felt a fire ignite my aching heart. Delibrate slow kisses had me gripping him gently, drawing him closer against my body.

He pulled away. We both let out slow breathless sighs. He took my hand, standing up slowly. I gave my softest smile. "Let's take this upstairs."

Uttering no other word, He led me to his room, distracting me with his hot feathery kisses. He pushed his door shut, and  I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, until I finally took it off. I exuded as much confidence as I had, as his eyes raked my body. Soft brown eyes tore a gash through my soul.

He uttered his first words. It was an inaudible whisper that I somehow managed to pick up. "You're so beautiful, Nara."

I couldn't find a response to that, cause I didn't know where it was coming from. I responded by caressing my lips against his.

He carefully backed me up against his bed, pressing me between his legs. It didn't take long before we peeled off all our clothes from our body. I ended up spending a passionate night with him. Every touch,  every thrust had me longing for more. I was sure as hell that I would never forget a night as sensual as this.