Loving Him

Chapter 13

"Let's just spend the night here. I'm too tired to drive. You can choose a room upstairs where you'll sleep," Mike suggested to Levi. He finished eating before her and made his way to the living room to watch a captivating show.

Levi remained silent. Once she finished her meal, she took it upon herself to clean up and wash the dishes.

Levi approached where Mike was sitting, but she decided to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch. Mike glanced at her, his expression still serious. She wanted to show him affection, but she hesitated, fearing he might misinterpret her intentions. So, for now, she opted to focus on watching the show, as she wasn't feeling sleepy just yet.

"Did you inform Mom that we're staying in the house she gifted us? She might start worrying again," she asked in a gentle tone.

"I already called Mama about that, so you don't have to worry. What you should be concerned about now is how I'll extinguish the fire you ignited," he responded bluntly.

Levi's heart skipped a beat, and she involuntarily swallowed. Was he still not over what happened earlier?

"Mike, can you please control your impulsive behavior! Fine, I'll admit that my body craves what we're doing, but-" Levi began to say, standing up in frustration, but her words were interrupted by Mike.

"But what, Levi? Are you holding back? You actually want it, so why are you pretending otherwise!?" Mike angrily exclaimed.

In her frustration, Levi's hand landed on his cheek.

"Don't compare me to other women who you can easily sleep with! Treat me differently! You i***t, Mike! Wait until after our wedding, and then I'll give it to you!" she snapped at him before swiftly turning away. She hurriedly ran up the stairs and entered a room, unleashing her boiling anger towards him.

Meanwhile, Mike was left staring blankly in the living room. It seemed that Levi's slap had jolted him back to reality. He instinctively touched his stinging cheek, his head slightly tilted. It was the first time he had witnessed Levi so enraged.

Unbeknownst to Levi, drowsiness slowly took over her. She didn't realize that she had forgotten to close the door of the room she had chosen.

Mike found himself at the mini bar, sipping Tequila alone. Sleep eluded him, as the memory of Levi's scolding lingered in his mind. He acknowledged that he had prioritized his own needs, but he wasn't foolish. He knew that Levi had enjoyed it too, despite her attempts to deny it. Sometimes he wondered, why was there a woman like Levi?

Indeed, Levi was a respectable woman, despite her feisty and straightforward nature. She wasn't like other women who simply spread their legs to satisfy their own desires.

After a few hours, Mike finally decided to go upstairs. He noticed the slightly open door, likely the one Levi had entered. He approached it and took a peek inside. To his surprise, he found that she had already fallen asleep. He went over to her, adjusted her sleeping position, and gently covered her with a blanket. He found himself staring at her slightly parted lips for a moment. He struggled to control his impulses, feeling tempted to kiss them. He reasoned with himself, attributing it to the influence of the Tequila he had consumed earlier.

With caution, he slowly brought his face closer to hers, catching a whiff of her sweet breath that cooled his restless mind. Mike found himself overwhelmed by inexplicable emotions, unable to put a name to the feelings that Levi had awakened in him. He couldn't resist the urge any longer and lightly pressed his lips against hers. The fierce passion burning deep within him was beyond his control.

Levi found herself in a dream, convinced of its reality. In her dream, Mike kissed her, and she responded with all her heart.

Mike intensified the kiss they shared. Suddenly, Levi opened her eyes. It wasn't a dream at all. She was actually kissing Mike. And to her dismay, they were both completely undressed. A sharp pain between her thighs made her flinch. She winced in agony, feeling as if something had been torn, a loss of her innocence.

Mike was lying on top of her. Soon, the pain transformed into an indescribable and overwhelming pleasure deep within her. They moved together in perfect harmony, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy. Both of them were covered in sweat.

Levi wanted to cry, but no tears escaped her eyes. The taste of bitterness lingered on her lips. How could Mike have done this to her? She admitted that she didn't regret it, but she was deeply hurt. What future awaited her in the arms of Michael Angelo Montenegro? She knew he would never truly love her. But her shattered sense of dignity could never be restored.

Levi managed a bitter smile. After all, they were going to get married. What more could she complain about? She glanced at the sleeping man beside her, his scent saturated with alcohol.

Levi rose from the bed but immediately sat back down, feeling the pain in her body. Frustrated, she decided to wake up Mike. She shook him until he stirred.

"Mike, wake up. Can you please just wake up!" she pleaded, but he only groaned in response. Annoyed beyond measure, she gave him a strong kick, causing him to tumble off the bed.

Startled, he let out a curse.

"Damn it!" he muttered.

"You jerk! I needed to use the bathroom. Couldn't you have assisted me? It's painful for me to stand up," she complained to him. "Can you cover yourself, please?" she requested, noticing his mischievous grin.

"Come on, Levi, I know you enjoy looking at this. There's no need for me to cover up. It's just the two of us here, so why bother?" he retorted, approaching Levi who was seated on the bed, her body wrapped in a white blanket. She avoided meeting his gaze, particularly towards his intimate area. Carefully, he lifted her and carried her towards the bathroom in the room.

"Just stay there and don't you dare peek!" she snapped at him.

"Levi, can you drop the act? I've seen it before, so why do you feel the need to hide it?" Mike said, growing irritated by her exaggerated reaction.

"You have no right to meddle! You're such a damn man! Why couldn't you control your maniac tendencies? Couldn't you have waited until we were married?" Levi yelled from the bathroom.

"Are you going to hurry up, or should I come in there and teach you a lesson?" Mike threatened Levi.

She fell silent abruptly.

Mike secretly grinned to himself.

Levi quickly finished using the bathroom and called for Mike.

He promptly entered and lifted her back to the bed. He noticed the wince on her face, a sign that she was still in pain from what he had taken away from her. He felt a sense of pride, knowing he was her first. The small stain on the white blanket that enveloped Levi's body served as a reminder.

She turned away from him.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Montenegro," he responded tenderly to her, but she remained silent. He chose not to provoke her further, fearing another slap.

Sleep evaded Levi's grasp. She pondered the words they exchanged during their argument with Mike earlier. She realized she had eaten her own words. However, she carefully weighed the events. She wasn't the one who initiated it; it was Mike. If he hadn't entered her room, none of that would have happened between them. She turned to the other side and faced the sleeping figure of Mike, his mouth slightly open, exhaustion etched on his face.

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Mike awoke to find Levi in his arms, nestled against his chest. She was enveloped by his embrace as he gently kissed her forehead and her lips, careful not to disturb her sleep. He knew that if she woke up, she would likely start complaining again.

His desire to claim her never waned. Each time he kissed her lips, it felt like an insatiable thirst being quenched. He couldn't resist his longing for her. He was deeply in love, yearning to kiss and make love to her every minute if only circumstances allowed.

He rose from bed to prepare their breakfast. He cooked bacon, eggs, sausages, and toasted bread for both himself and Levi. Once the meal was ready, he carried the tray into their shared room, intending to have breakfast together.

To his surprise, Levi was already awake, rubbing her sleepy eyes. He greeted her with a warm smile and a cheerful 'good morning.' However, she responded with a scowl.

"Breakfast is ready!" Mike exclaimed, his enthusiasm evident. He brought in the tray filled with food and a glass of lemonade.

Levi's expression remained unchanged, her frown persisting.

"Thank you for the breakfast. I hope you can always be like this. Your handsome appearance would shine even brighter," she remarked sarcastically, still without a smile and wearing a pained expression, as the discomfort between her thighs continued. Wincing, she moved to reach for the tray.

"Can you still bear to look at me?" Mike gently asked Levi, trying to suppress a smile at the undeniable beauty of Levi before him. He couldn't help but notice her resemblance to the famous actress, Marian Rivera.

"What do you think? Can't you see that I can't even bear to look at myself right now? You really couldn't wait until after the wedding for the honeymoon," Levi replied with a hint of sarcasm, devouring the food in front of her.

"I can't resist the allure of the beauty in front of me. You're like a drug that intoxicates my senses, Levi," Mike responded earnestly.

Levi suddenly coughed upon hearing his words, accompanied by a pounding sensation in her chest. She quickly took a sip of the cold lemonade. She avoided stealing glances at Mike. Instead, she chose to remain silent and focused her attention on the food.

Mike excused himself to take a shower.

Levi simply nodded in response. After finishing her meal, she attempted to move slowly. The area between her thighs still felt slightly tender. She longed to take a shower as she felt a sticky sensation.

The bathroom door opened, and Mike emerged, clad only in a towel. As he faced her, her gaze involuntarily lingered on his sculpted physique, tracing down to his well-defined six-pack abs. She hadn't realized that she had touched them last night. Mike discreetly smiled at her reaction.

Mike approached Levi and posed a question. "It's your turn to take a bath. Hurry up, we need to go back to the mansion. Mama's waiting for us," he informed the wide-eyed girl.

"It still hurts. I need your assistance. Carry me into the bathroom. I want to take a shower because I feel sticky," she replied with a scowl, directed towards Mike.

"You want me to help you with your bath?" Mike playfully asked.

Levi gave him a piercing stare and playfully swatted his arm.

"Ugh! Don't you dare try anything funny again, Mike. Remember, it still hurts between my thighs. So, if possible, restrain yourself!" Levi retorted with annoyance.

Mike couldn't help but burst into laughter at her response. Without uttering a word, he carefully lifted her and placed her in the bathtub.

Levi clung onto his arms tightly. He winced, realizing that she was still in pain. He pondered how she would be able to walk properly if she couldn't even move normally.