Stark Naked

(Rachael POV)

His brows drew together, and he had a weird look on his face that showed how confused he was.

"I mean, there were two, and I killed one before you came in," I corrected.

He moved his gaze back to the cockroach. "Then I guess that's all."

"Wait! What if there's more?"

"What do you mean? There's none left," he said with a creased face.

"But what if there is?"

"There isn't," he argued.

"You can't be so sure," I retorted.

"I'm certain…" He trailed off, and suddenly, his eyes had a glint in them. "Or are you perhaps trying to say I should stay with you to confirm?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Oh please, I would rather not be a bother," I replied.

"But you already are," he muttered with an amused look.

My mouth twitched as his sour reply got me. How he kept a straight face while throwing those words was surprising and annoying at the same time.

"You-" I was about to retort when I heard a sound from close by, and don't know how it happened, but I instinctively threw myself on him for protection.

He became tense as I hugged him tightly with my eyes shut. I waited for a minute before fluttering my eyes open and was shocked to see that he was coming from him.

Him? How?

I pulled back a little and tried scanning his body as if he were wearing a ticking bomb that was about to explode. The sound came again, and I realized that it was a notification sound.

"You really are incredible," I heard his voice, and his words had a bit of sarcasm in it every time he spoke.

I blinked my eyes as I stared blankly at him, while pretending like I had no idea about what he meant by that.

"Now that you know where the sound is coming from, it would be nice if you can pull back completely."

That was when I realized how close we were, and I could've pushed him away if not for the fact that I was the one hugging him tightly.

He raised another perfectly shaped brow and I quickly pulled back from him. The side of his lips raised with a smirk that was gone within seconds. He stalked to the door while I walked to the table and stared at the cup.

I wonder why he really had to punish the cockroach. I didn't feel pity because I was disgusted when I killed it on my body, but for him to keep it locked until it eventually dies made me feel like there was something behind this cruel act. Maybe it was a reflection of something, like how he felt…

I shook my head. Why should a murderer feel locked in a cage when he could obviously do whatever he wanted, including killing innocent people and ruining homes because he felt like God.

"But why not kill it?" I blurted with a lower voice.

"Because it's not worth my time and as much as I like the view you're displaying without shame, I still think it's advisable to put on something, besides I won't be here to enjoy it."

I could see the glint that appeared back in his eyes and the smirk that he kept this time for long, while his eyes were stuck on my body. They lingered on a particular part of my chest and I gulped uncomfortably.

What was he talking about? And why was he staring at me like a meal he was about to devour? It was quite unsettling.

"Well then, have a splendid day ahead," he said with a smirk before walking away.

"Huh? What was that all about?" I asked myself, still confused. Finally, I decided to look down and that was when I found out that I was stark naked.

I screamed in horror, then gasped as I reached for a towel. I quickly dressed up while still in complete shock over what happened.

I laid down on the bed with a perplexed look. The smirk on his face and his words… They finally made sense to me.

Then I remembered his gaze and how he looked so pleased. My cheeks turned red in shame, how could he be that shameless to watch me like that without being kind enough to at least inform while looking away?

He even had the audacity to stare at me, and his gaze even enjoyed the view that they were stuck on my…

I looked down at my chest and couldn't help but cry in frustration. I remembered how I clung to him earlier, and my ears turned red as well. I buried my face in the pillow as I screamed in anger.

I felt so embarrassed that for the first time I didn't feel the need to go outside, and I felt like locking myself up in here. I just wished what happened today never happened at all.

How would I face him after this? I couldn't imagine the look he would have the next time he sees me. His gaze was already intimidating and alarming. And now, I couldn't help but shriek as I tried to make a picture of his face the next we'd meet.

Nope! I'm staying here, and I'm not going out.

I said sternly to myself but not a second after, my stomach protested as it grumbled. I pouted as I tried rubbing it in hopes that it would stop, but that only worsened it.

Yet, I was solemn about not going out, so I would rather starve than embarrass myself even more. However, I was continuously tortured until I had no choice but to stand up and pace around.

I wondered what was taking the lady that always brought food to me. I decided to wait for her, but after waiting an hour, I couldn't bear it anymore. I walked to the door and pulled it open, only to be startled by a lady. The lady I had been waiting for.

"The boss would like to have dinner with you," she announced after scanning me.

I just stared at her, but she gave me a gesture to follow as she led the way to the dining room. I was expecting it to be big and decorated with black or any emotionless color that defines the owner, but it was the opposite of what I expected and when my gaze landed on the person at the end of the table, I could only make the sign of a cross because his gaze was tearing down the fake bold facade was having on.