Chapter 14

WHY is he modelling that underwear anyway? And why does it affect me somehow?

The bound branches of wood almost fell directly at his feet when he saw me. Specifically, at the object, I was holding with my hand.

"Sh*t! Why is that book with you? You're reading that, Miranda?"

My eyes darted at the book I was holding. I was kneeling in front of the centre table where I had arranged the books. I froze and was rooted in my place when I read the title of the book in my hand.

How to masturb*te?

He extended his hand towards me and like a flash of lightning, he snatched the filthy thing from me.

How did that book get here? The books I was sorting out were all about music. On how music becomes pleasure as it stimulates the brain. Not on how to stimulate private parts!

"U-Uh, I don't know! I don't know why there's a book like that in here!" I pretended to be angry.

"Be honest, Softy. Are you masturbating?"

I was stunned. And I know my face is very... very, very red right now.

"There's no need, sweety. You shouldn't learn what's written in this book..." He lifted the book and placed it on the side of my face. I gulped when his face almost reached mine. "Because I'm here to do that to you."

I blinked several times. My hair stood on end as if seeing a ghost. My heart beats like I ran a race.

"Tell me, Softy," he said in a husky voice. He was staring into my eyes. He crouched in front of me while the centre table was between us. "Tell me honestly. How do you pleasure yourself? With? Or without your undies?"

I could not speak.

I was dumbfo ... no! I was shocked. Terribly shocked!

I found a thick book next to me. Without thinking, I hit him hard. First on the head. Then on his face. His arms. Every part that I can reach. He's an arse! He is really crazy!

He pulled away quickly and screamed slightly. But I didn't stop until the book I was holding was tearing up. Damn him!

"Damn you, Xylon! You're an impertinent arsehole!"

"Miranda, I’m just kidding—" he blocked my punches.

"You’re always making fun of me. Don't compare me to yourself doing perverted things because no one could stand you. With your irritating attitude, your bad behaviour! No one will like you, Xylon. No sensible woman will ever want an arse like you. No one will ever love you—"

I was suddenly startled. Xylon ceased my mouth by putting his lips to mine.

I was paralyzed! I couldn't even continue what I was supposed to do. My eyes widened as if to cry in surprise. My hands were just drooping and my chest was rumbling like the endless wave of the sea.

When our lips parted, he looked at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I couldn’t move away. I saw a naughty smile on his lips. I stared at those red lips. Those stubbles around it were tempting to touch. My eyes trailed through his perfectly shaped nose. Then I saw his eyes, they were brown like coffee, calm like you want to hear a piece of music while looking at it and just lay down the hammock and stare at it before going to sleep. I never look at this man this close. Never have I imagined I will praise his gorgeous features. And damn! He's really good looking. He was even more handsome than Fiore. Oh my! What am I thinking?

"Softy..." His hoarse voice was consuming me I couldn't even act a bit. "Your lips are soft. And I want to kiss it even more..."

I swallowed hard as my eyes still on his lips.

What if I kiss him again? How does it feel to be covered by his lips once more? To taste those red, moist and tempting lips.

"Just one word, Miranda. Say yes and I'll kiss you again."