Her Boys

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Sabrina’s POV

Here comes the first night together.

My feet won’t stop fidgeting as I stood beside the huge glass window of our suite, biting the tip of my finger.

I don’t think I can feel any episode coming but… oh my, I think I’m nervous! What if I had one tonight? Oh dear!

What am I thinking when I planned this?

Yael was in the shower while I’m draining my blood here, overthinking like s**t and I am taking this time alone to calm myself.

Calm down, Sabrina. Calm the f**k down.

I need to experiment and observe Yael’s effect with my case, I need to focus just on that.

And damn it, I’m not gonna fool myself! I’m having mixed emotions just by thinking about it, I’m getting f*****g excited!

“Hey, what’s up?”

Yael’s deep voice echoed the room and I jumped in surprise. I didn’t heard him coming out of the bathroom! I must be too out with my thoughts to not noticed that!

“None of your busi…ness.” my voice faded as I watch him with my jaw dropped.

He looks so… damn… tasty.

Yael was brushing his hair using the tiny hotel towel, his upper body is naked and only his boxers covered his… oh my, is he hard or was it that big?

I hissed and turned around to look out of the window. My eyes seems to capture that godly view that even if I’m not looking at his way, his body is what I can see!

Ugh! How can I not be in an episode if my mind can’t stop thinking like this?!

“I hope you don’t mind me looking like this, I’m usually naked as I sleep.”

My eyes screwed shut.

I wanted to scream at him, and tell him to go out or act his ‘usuals’ when he is alone but I didn’t. This is what I asked for us to happen, I can’t just push him away or show him how swayed I am just by looking at his naked upper parts!

“I-I don’t mind.” I cleared my throat, cursing myself in my head.

“Well, should we go to bed or do you want to do something else?”

I gasped and my eyes widened as I turned to him.

“Can you stop being a perv?!”

His jaw dropped and he looked shocked, taken aback from what I said.

Now he acts so innocent and surprised? Ha!

“I just…” he bit his lower lip to suppress a smile and I got annoyed by that. “Baby, I’m not being a pervert. What I meant was, maybe you wanted to have a glass of wine or watch a movie together. Anything ‘decent’ that comes to mind… if you’re not sleepy yet.”

This time, he couldn’t hide his chuckles and my cheeks heated from the realization that I overthink it too much.

I scoffed and looked away. “Whatever.”

Yael sighed happily and I watched as he walked to the flat screen TV, turning it on.

“Let’s watch, then.”

The muscles in his back and thighs caught my attention as it moved in each step he made.

Goddammit.

Yael’s body really pulled off that look! I hate overly-muscular men’s body, but his… damn, it was like his bod was sculptured and specialized just for him!

“Great. They have a lot of movie choices here.” he turned to me and caught my eyes gawking at him.

I immediately looked up to his face but it was too late, he already saw how I fantasize with his body secretly.

“What?” I blinked twice. What did he say?

Tss. Sabrina! Come on!

He smirked. “Do you have any preference in what movies you’d like to watch…” he looked back at the screen. “Or you want to watch me instead?”

My jaw dropped and I flushed from his vulgar words!

Yael looked back at me with a huge, boastful grin and I cleared my throat before my head can praise how good he looks.

Damn it, I just did.

Yael laughed hard, it was too beautiful to hear. Too manly, and embarrassing might it seem, I find it arousing.

Yet, not enough to trigger an episode. Thanking god for that.

“I’m just kidding, Sabrina.” he said in a baritone voice.

I feel like I’m losing each second in a silent war with him so in a deep breath, I fought his eyes and smirked at him which made his brow raise.

“I’d like to watch…” I pursed my lips. “You.”

Now, its not my turn to drop a jaw.

Yael was stunned and lost before his shocked expression slowly turned to a frowned forehead and glistening eyes.

“You never cease to amuse me.” he shook his head and chuckled lowly.

I bit my lip from enjoying his reaction. It’s different from how I knew him, the various emotions that I’m seeing right now is just mesmerizing to witness.

When his eyes found mine again, I pursed my lips to stop myself from smiling.

And the way he look at me right now tells me that I’ll have to host a game… because he is up for it.

“Now I wonder what you wanted to watch me do…” he murmured, not too low so I could hear.

I stopped myself from gasping loud because his voice just changed its tone, it was low and again, arousing.

There is no doubt that this guy is a natural. His voice is enough to f**k my mind and I keep being grateful that none of my episode is getting triggered by it.

Why though?

Is it because he is so close? He is in my reach? Is that why I don’t feel to yearn for the pleasure?

Or was it because we are in ‘rather’ goof terms right now? Because I experienced being close to him and yet I had an episode.

Looking back, what’s different from the two situations are the anger and wrath I have for him.

I’m not saying I don’t feel that right now. That won’t go away easily, but its lighter since I’m suppressing most of it just to stand being near him.

My silence caught his attention and he looked at me once more, turning off the television and walking towards me.

My breath hitched.

“Were you thinking of it?”

“Huh?” Having all those thoughts dragged me out of our conversation.

“Of what you wanted to watch me do?” he smirked and stopped a feet away from me.

Because of his height, I’m looking up at him and he’s all was hovering over me. I gulped from realizing that his huge frame is too intimidating, not to add his oozing aura.

“Oh.” I blinked. “Well…”

Right. What is it that I want for him to do? Make him clean? Nah, that’s too easy.

Wait, maybe I could take the leverage and benefit from this!

“Dance.” I smirked.

His brows raised. “What kind of dance do you mean exactly?”

I could hear his playful voice lingering in his words and I can’t stop myself from feeling excited by this.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and fought his challenging eyes.

“I want you… to do a sexy dance.”

He bit his lower lip and his eyes was shameless to ran down my heated body.

“You think I can’t, huh?”

Oh, hell! I know you can do that perfectly! You just don’t know that I’m trying to do some experimentation here.

I chuckled and walked past him, pulling a chair in the middle of the room and sat on it, crossing my legs as I relaxed.

“Then show me.”

His body straightened as his eyes continued to gawk at me like I’m his favorite meal.

“Let’s hope your resistance is as strong as mine.” he smirked, throwing the tiny towel somewhere.

I didn’t left his gaze and so is he.

His resistance is strong? Well, I don’t think I’m informed.

“What are you saying, I’m just gonna watch.” I smiled and he grinned, walking ever slowly to me.

“Hmm, no touching for you, then.”

**

Spencer’s POV

It was… what? I can hardly remember the first time I met Yael Domingo but I guess I was in the middle of my last year in high school.

Yael was a transferred student, and I didn’t believe it at first. Who would transfer school in the midst of graduation?

But nothing is impossible with Yael. His family is powerful and wealthy. And I mean it when I say that.

I leaned back to my office chair and my mind wanders back to the day I first met Yael. It was during my fourth year of high school that he came to our lives…

Flashback…

“Good morning, students.”

Our homeroom teacher arrived late for our first class subject and we greeted her back. After a while, a boy with a shoulder length black hair and tanned skin entered our classroom.

“We have a new student today, and he transferred from a prestige school outside the country. Please introduce yourself, Mr. Domingo.”

The boy wandered his eyes at our crowd, then his eyes locked on me. I raised a brow from the way he arrogantly gawk at me with a smirk.

“Mr. Domingo?”

The boy tilted his head to look at our teacher with a raised brow and then his eyes went back to me while in that position.

“Yael Domingo. That’s my name.”

My classmates murmured as we waited for more words of introduction but nothing was heard.

“Uh,” The teacher cleared her throat. “I guess that’s it? Um, please sit at that available chair at the back.”

I was sitting at the right side, beside the wall. My face knotted when I saw him walked to my way path, not to where he should sit.

He stopped in front of my classmate who sat beside me.

“What is he doing?” one of my classmate whispered.

“Just don’t look! He looks scary.”

“Scary? He is so hot, are you blind?”

I didn’t mind their ‘loud’ whispers and just watched Yael Domingo as he look right at me.

“Can I help you?” I asked with a bored tone.

He smirked, and then he looked at my seatmate.

“I’ll sit there. Go take the back chair.” he ordered.

I looked at my seatmate who looked like he’ll pee his pants any moment. I can’t blame him, though. Yael has a huge body frame and he is tall as well. Maybe he’s a bully back in his old school, huh? He’ll fit that role.

“O-Oh! Sure! Its my dream to b-be at the b-back.”

I didn’t stopped their business. I’m no hero, okay? I don’t need to save my nerdy classmate who can’t stand on his own.

Yael sat beside me, sighing in relief like he was thankful to finally having the chance to have a seat.

The teacher started the lectures but I can’t concentrate at all. Yael keep on staring at me like he knew me for too long.

It’s creeping me out! Is he gay?

“What?” I asked in an irritated tone. I can’t stand his shameless acts, okay?

“You’re a Montezar?” he asked.

I frowned. “What is it to you?”

He grinned and the hairs on my nape raised from that. How can a grin look like death and evil?

“You look like her.”

“Huh?”

“The girl I’ll have.”

“What?”

I don’t understand this guy at all. What is he saying?

Is he talking about my sister?

Nah, that’s impossible. This Yael just got here from God knows where.

Yael slumped on his chair and looked forward to the teacher.

“We should stay in good terms, brother.” is his final words that day.

And I only thought that the reason he called me ‘brother’ is just like an endearment.

Only to prove myself wrong the next day.