Chapter 5.2
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I looked away before my eyes even met. I took back my hand from Mr. Montevalles, but the other remained imprisoned in his massive hand. I sat up straight so the son wouldn’t notice it.
Suddenly, I became aware of the room's stillness after hearing the door close. I feel like I am being withheld to breathe for air. I firmly closed my eyes and fisted my hand under Mr. Montevalles’s as I intently listened to the movements of his son.
I wasn’t aware of the silence earlier. But now that he is here, even the tickling sound of the clock is sending me chills. I could hardly feel the beat of my heart. But when I did, it was almost ear-piercing.
As time moves, I realize he is punishing me by simply being around. He remained standing behind me, guarding my every movement even though I was not even moving. I’m taking my breaths in secret. I am afraid he would know I'm breathing once he noticed the movements of my shoulders.
He's creepy and weird. But I think I’m worse than him. I can just go out and lock myself in my room. But why can't I even move or take a breath? Why does it feel like he could hypnotize me even with my back on him?
"There's a lot of air to breathe in," he said in a deep rough voice. He sounds both amused and mocking, again. "I'm not that selfish to breathe them all."
My eyes remained tightly closed. His words are like an invitation for me to breathe in. I didn’t need it, but I secretly took the air for my lungs, as if I suddenly became a thief for free oxygen.
I heard two footsteps and my heart became wild. It may sound impossible but I think he noticed it, causing him to stop. I don’t know if he’s worried about my reaction. But I’m thankful he didn’t continue walking closer.
"You can take all your clothes off and lie beside him," he continued. "Tell him tomorrow you two had a great night. That would surely be highly appreciated."
I opened my eyes and stared at the sleeping Mr. Montevalles. I don't know what his son meant by that. I didn’t glance at him and just let him talk, hoping he would send himself out once he’s done. I don’t feel good with the mere fact of him striking a conversation between us.
"I wonder if you're even good in bed. For his satisfaction, of course!" His voice is calm and dismissive with his own words.
I instinctively glanced at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. I was so surprised and even more surprised to see him shrugging his shoulders and his face plastered with a mocking look.
How dare he say that?
I was ready to talk to him and give him a lecture. That, if only Mr. Montevalles didn’t move his hand. I tried to get back mine gently, but I failed. I felt the sweat on my palm because of the growing tension. The son continued with his words I could barely understand.
"Well, I just heard how loud you were the last time. Compared to his previous mistresses."
I was frozen while I let myself process his words. First, his first sentence. What the hell did he mean by that? Loud, I? The last time? That night when his father physically abused me? And previous mistresses? Does that mean I am not the only one who's been in this situation? There were more before me?
Huh! How did that happen? Where are they now?
I was mentally busy analyzing everything but got nothing to solve that I hadn't noticed the son moved. I jumped in shock as he carelessly pulled the comforter his father was laid on. Because of his sudden movements, he quickly gets it from under his father. I nearly screamed when Mr. Montevalles’s body moved a bit because of it.
I tried to hide my surprise and, from the corner of my eyes, watched him cover his father’s body with the comforter. Then he’s lost from my line of vision. I wanted to rearrange the comforter up to Mr. Montevalles' shoulders but I couldn’t move.
But I realized he meant it that way.
I didn’t get to avoid him and he’s already behind me. My heart drummed again. His familiar manly scent assailed my nostrils and almost controlled all my senses. He shortly got me imprisoned with his arms. It's like he is the conqueror and he conquered me in my most fragile situation that I have nothing to do but surrender.
I closed my eyes but also instantly opened them after feeling his warmth on my back. The image of our first encounter flooded my mind. The odd feeling I felt after our eyes first met despite the darkness—the feelings when our skin touched after he decided to help me.
Maybe I was unfocused and scared that night but I couldn’t deny how different the feelings were. I am not sure what I was, but I know, if we met in other circumstances, I could easily name the feeling
His arm smoothly made it under my right arm, a thing he shouldn’t have to do if he only wishes to reach his father. His other hand held the end of the comforter. His body moves a little closer against my back.
I felt goosebumps on my nape. I’m glad about my hair covering it. But because of the same reason, his face scooted closer, his chin nearly resting on my shoulder.
I felt his breath on my skin. I closed my eyes again and fisted my hand on my lap. I know he intended to do it. And this time, I could no longer hide how my hair rose. I got scared that he might hear my loud heartbeats.
God, what is happening to me? And why does he have to be this close?
Mr. Montevalles takes back his hand. It was his son who gently put his hand on his stomach.
"Dad..." he whispered and I gasped as his tongue sensually touched my earlobe.
He didn’t wait for me to faint and immediately kept a distance between us. But not before gently letting his hands caress my left arm, waist, and hips. My knees trembled as a result.
"...likes to know his comforter is covered with him by his mistress when he wakes up," he added.
It took me a full minute to calm my rapidly beating wild. Or maybe I was unsuccessful and just got used to it. I bobbed my head as a nod. "T-Thanks. I should go now—" I quickly stood but also instantly sat back down after facing the Señorito’s face.
I wasn’t expecting it. As a result, my hands grabbed the shirt on his chest. I’m worried about falling over to Mr. Montevalles so I keep my grip on Señorito’s shirt.
"W-What are you d-doing?"
His arms cornered me, one on my side and the other on his dad's side, almost covering his dad and me. As he moved closer, my hands around his shirt tightened.
"I just want to kiss my mom goodnight," his lips quivered mockingly but his eyes remained serious and devoid of any emotion.
I instantly looked away, feeling my face draining from the blood. "I-I'm not—"
He again moved closer and his forehead touched mine. "Why don't you tell daddy that? Hmm?"
Psycho! That's running in my head. They are all psychopaths!
"P-Please, let go," I said in a low voice. "Your dad won't be, please—"
He was fast. But he was so fast that all I saw was the swift movement of his right hand as it moved from the bed to the back of my head. My eyes were big and wide as the saucer when his lips made contact with mine. I expected it to be smooth and fast, just like what he said, 'a goodnight kiss'. I could easily find it in me to forget him if it is like that.
But the kiss is way different from a goodnight goddamn kiss. At first, it was a gentle one, as if taking a sip of his favorite wine until it became demanding, crazily, and stupidly breathtaking.
And for that moment, I have confirmed that he indeed is a conqueror who mercilessly conquered everything he wanted and got to conquer.
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