Marrying The Guy I Hate

XXV: Jealousy to Lust (R18)

Melody can feel her cheeks burning, flustered as she messaged Clarence's stomach.

What was she even thinking offering him that!? Wait, she was just worried. That's right! She didn't ploy that as an excuse to touch his devious chiseled abs!

In all honesty she was really concerned about his stomach pain.

Keyword? 'WAS!'

She can't help but be sinfully distracted as her fingers graze and brush to each bulk and valley of his sleek beefy muscles.

It was tempting enough that she almost wanted to move her hands all the way down. Excited at the thought that maybe, just maybe, she'd come in contact with another tasty thing that's hard down there.

"Who was that guy you were talking to on the phone?" His question came as a good call to stop her from all the naughty thoughts.

"Oh that? That's Krizzy's brother. He answered her phone to tell me Krizzy was in the shower." She breathed, inhaling and exhaling heavily, calming herself.

"I see... he's good looking..." She was unable to stop a snort. What is this guy playing at? Is he actually jealous?

"What? A while ago you're sick too, now you're jealous?" She joked, aiming to start their usual banter as she crossed her arms waiting for his comeback.

He just stood there however, and then she heard him sighed.

"What if I tell you... I am." She almost wanted to raise a brow at him on this.

"I'm serious, babe. I know it's petty, it's just that it's been bugging me the whole day. Heck, I even pretended that my stomach is hurting to have you stay, and give me the same attention." She gasped. Oh, so he was the one who was ploying!

"So you were also jealous of Darren? Clarence, he's not feeling well. What did you expect me to do? " She could have sworn he winced and for a second she regretted scolding him.

"Babe, I know. I'm sorry. I... " He looked embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck. "... all these weird feelings I'm unused to. It's just that, you make me feel all sorts of things, like everything feels new, like I'm a lost teenage boy, uncertain, with raging hormones... like I wanted nothing else more that you."

His words were matches, lighting up fire in her chest, spreading heat throughout her body. Gushing her all over with desire.

Damn this irresistible sweet talker!

She swiftly leaned up and planted a chaste kiss on his luscious lips.

"You're irresistible when you're jealous, Crawford." She smiled at him widely. And then she saw his expression switching from being shocked to serious, until it almost seemed as if having a glint of longing as he looked at her lips.

Irresistible he is. She couldn't agree more. Wanting to kiss him again even if she just did.

Heck! she even wanted to massage him again despite knowing he was faking the stomach ache. This charming piece of a man was making her feel uncontrollably naughty.

"Make up for it... Make up for making me jealous."

His voice brushed like feather to her ears, husky and commanding, as his eyes slowly traveled down to every inch of her curves before staring intently back into her eyes.

She wanted to whimper, flushed with the knowledge of what he really meant. Melody felt her entrance twitching instantly, remembering the feel of his massive girth inside her. And with a breathy response, she said; "Yes. Anything you want."