Revealing

DAY 19 CONTINUES

She knew her way around the house, so she walked silently in the dark without looking up. However, as soon as she stepped on the mat, the dining room's lights came on, and she noticed Patrick seated at the head of the table, intently staring at his laptop while holding a file, her heart nearly fell out of her breast.

It surprised her to find him here. In the dining room, what is he doing? Does he not own an office? But wait, isn't it already late? When she saw him with her hand on her chest, they were the things that were going through her head.

The query seems to become trapped in her mouth, "W... What?" Not that she knows what to say. She was taken aback. "You scared me."

He gave a shrug. "Didn't expect you to come down here? What are you doing here?"

Ignoring his question, Phina added, "To say sorry isn't too hard you know?"

It appeared as though he was considering it. His eyebrow went up.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He replied.

She forced a smile to hide. He was never very adept at saying sorry. Thank God, though, he did.

She stepped up and said, "Okay. What are you still doing up late?"

He said, "Work, of course."

Her mouth curled comically.

She said, "Don't you get tired?" She gestured to him and the table with the paperwork spread out on it, saying, "You were not back by ten thirty last night. I didn't even know when you returned. And it's past three and you are still here."

He sat back in the chair and massaged his face with his palm, saying, "It's my work. I can't get tired of it."

"But you have everything. You've got thousands of people working for you. You deserve some moments to yourself."

"I do give myself... Moments. But this is my work, my sweat, my hard-earned legacy. Maintaining it and keeping it going for my sons and grandsons is my current dream. I have people working for me. Yes. But it's mine and no one can understand or do the job better than I." He clarified.

She nodded." I understand you. So..... did you eat your food?"

He said, "No, I didn't." However, he added swiftly. "I was already full when I get home. I spent some time with my friends at the club so I'm good. But I will take it tomorrow." He reassured her.

Phina nodded, saying, "Alright."

"But thanks, Phina. I am grateful that you could do that."

"Do what?" she inquired, even though she understood his meaning. She was hoping he would say it.

He stared right at her. He watched the tiny smile that stretched across her face as he continued, "For making my dish. Thanks." He saw through her attempts to hide it. His gaze then traveled down her body. And that's when he noticed her attire.

His heart skipped a strange beat. He then sensed the blood traveling to his groin.

She was dressed in a black nightgown with a tiny strap and a tiny breast-covering piece of material. She had a prominent cleavage that was full at the side. Furthermore, the dress was so short that it only covered her butt. Her long, smooth legs were showing.

It was a singlet and shorts that he had seen her in. It's not as exposing, though, as what she was wearing at the time. She was hot as hell at the moment. He pondered. He wants to run his hand over those silky thighs and legs. And to cup his hand over those juicy breasts.

He scowled and let out a suppressed grunt as he felt the pulse of his manhood between his knees.

What was going through Patrick's mind was unknown to Phina. He had not said anything, so she excused herself and went to get the bottle of water she had come down for.

She didn't know she was alone in the house with Patrick until she arrived in the kitchen. She was taken aback to find that she was at ease with it, though. She thought it was good. The two of them was all that was present. She wished she could speak with him more often. However, it was late. He was also at work. She respects him a little bit for his diligence.

She poured herself some water and grinned at herself. A flutter went through her tummy, and some crazy ideas started running through her head. Her heart began to race, and she shook the idea from her mind.

To him, she is worthless. All he's done is be kind to her lately. Tomorrow, he might be someone else entirely. She'll soon be gone from his life. So, don't think foolish things. Not a fantasy in the mind. This is how things really are. She told herself again.

She left the kitchen with the bottle containing the leftover water, telling herself that Patrick didn't care about her and that she didn't matter to him.

However, that idea seemed to vanish as soon as she noticed him fixated on the laptop in front of him. He was savagely chewing his bottom lip. He looked at something written on a piece of paper next to the laptop. He suddenly stopped, touched his temple with two fingers, and briefly closed his eyes.

She was unable to just allow him to finish his task and go back to sleep. The man in front of the laptop drew her attention. It was pretty enticing and lovely to watch him at work, and to see him quite frustrated. She wishes she could help him feel better and lessen the burden of his work.

It was not her place to be thinking about assisting him. He just considers himself; extremely egocentric, and arrogant. However, she is powerless to stop the unusual feelings from developing inside of her. Something was happening to her heart that she didn't understand. And her mind was racing with wild ideas.

She approached him. Startled, he looked up. His gaze dipped to the water in her palm after he had studied her face. She had therefore come to sip water. He pondered. But as soon as his gaze met her flawlessly smooth and slim thigh, that instantly vanished.

He willed himself to stay away from her.

With clenched teeth, he questioned, "Aren't you going back to bed?" With great effort, he avoided looking at her.

She is unaware of the impact she is making on him. He also won't believe that she is conscious of the clothing she was putting on. He knew she was unaware of the material she was wearing and the impact it was having on him because he had never seen her in her nightgown.

He had witnessed nude ladies. Though he had seen ladies in less attractive attire than her nightgown, they had never made him feel as attracted to them as she did at this moment. Not that he was touching her. She wasn't luring him in either. But he's being really attracted to her innocence. His manhood was throbbing with anguish and felt like it was full with blood.

More than three months have passed since he last shared his bed with a female. Not because he is unable to have any kind of lady. There are numerous. Many people won't hesitate to go to his bed. At the club he frequents with his friend, he has a lot of them. He appears uninterested in anyone, though. This is how no one appears to turn him on. Since Lily left, no woman had turned him on so strongly. Just to have some physical release, he brings women to his bed. Not a thing more. But the last three months had been too busy, too indifferent. Since it was difficult for the women to win him over, it was not very enjoyable. He doesn't really cum. What then is the need?

Now, though, he was here like a stone; terribly aroused by a lady he doesn't like. A woman he remembers as a little child, similar to a doll. A female who never captures his interest. However, she was sexing him up.

She was quite attractive. Had it not been for the agreement, he would have put her to bed in order to satisfy his own desires. However, he is more aware. He was a trustworthy individual. Well, he never showed interest in Phina at first sight, which is why he struck that bargain. For him, she appears too simple, too naïve, too feisty. He also knows that she wasn't a slutty person. Still, he had no right to touch her. It was merely an agreement.

But he wanted to touch her so badly. And he hoped there was no catch to this.

She said, "What's wrong?" to him. Observing his tension.

He said, forcing a smile, "Nothing."

"Aren't you done?"

He looked at her and said, "Not close. I just have two contracts and there are lots of works for me to do."

Oh my God! She had a huge breast. He pondered. He can see her cleavage and the side of her breast. Furthermore, he is able to observe how erect her nipples are. An invitation that eludes him. How he hopes he could feel them in his lips, around his thumb. He shakes the idea from his head swiftly.

Phina was giving him a perplexed expression.

He questioned, "What?"

"I asked can't it wait? What is wrong?"

"Nothing. And tomorrow is the weekend. I'm free. So I can work late at night. It's not new." He remarked with pride.

She questioned, "Can I say something... Honestly?"

He gave a shrug. "Go ahead."

She said, "You need to get your ego treated."

"What?" he asks, opening his eyes wide with shock.

Phina snorted and added, "I said you need treatment for your ego. Do you know how proud and annoying you sound?" She was slightly amused by Patrick's way of staring at her, though she was also tempted to laugh. He was staring at her as if she were speaking a foreign tongue. And another thing she's not sure what it is.

But instead of giving it any attention, she tried not to chuckle at his amusing expression.

"You should close your mouth."

His eyebrows sprang up as he exclaimed, "Do you realize who you are speaking with Seraphina?!"

She kind of moved her body as she replied, "Of course. And don't try to get too high. I asked for your permission to say out my mind." Patrick observed as her hip moved within the airy fabric of her pajamas. And his gaze rises to her face. Her mouth was grin-filled.

It was only now that he noticed how beautiful and mature she was. This female in front of him had made him feel inferior.

"You know what. Go and sleep your eyes already look heavy." remarked Phina.

Even though his eyes are wide open, she can already see the bags beneath them. She also notices how worn out he was. Despite his unwavering perseverance.

She stopped him just as he was going to take up a paper, saying, "I'm fine." She gathers the papers and rapidly assembles them. Before he could object, she stacked them on top of one another and shut the laptop.

"Patrick, you ought to go sleep." she said.

The way she spoke his name appealed to him. He looked at her with a smile.

They both just stood there starring at each other until he replied, "Fine if you say so."

There seemed to be something between them that they could feel. There were feelings and phrases left unsaid. The lust was present as well.

Phina said, hurriedly ignoring the emotion that was growing within of her.

She murmured, "Go and sleep. You need it. Good night." and hurriedly took her water bottle with her. Her chest was thumping with an agitated heart.

She wished she was someone else for the first time in her life. All she wanted was to get her own way. She yearned to curl up on his lap, experience his hands caressing her body, and give him an intense kiss.

However, it's incorrect. It was wrong to act in such way. The desire will pass quickly. That was all there was to it.

Only passion.

It is merely lust. Nothing. As she up the stairs to her room, she repeated these words to herself.

After leaving, she locked the door behind her. She approached her bed slowly. As she walked past her dressing mirror, something flashed in her mind. She swiftly turned to face the mirror again, and that's when she noticed her outfit.

She let her mouth drop in disbelief at that very instant. One hand was over her lips, the other resting on her chest. She can't believe she was wearing this as she stood in front of Patrick.

A nightgown that fell just short of her body.

She stood staring at herself in awe because she was too surprised. She had been standing in front of Patrick, practically baring her body with a rag.

She had worn the nightgown only twice before. Mia and Avery had purchased the nightgown together with their pals. Two years ago, they had planned to go camping with a few friends. And in groups, they placed the gown order. It had been Avery who had issued the orders. The nightgown was adored by the others. It worked well to entice the guys to go camping as well. She didn't like it, though. Her father must be unaware that she will dress in such a way around men she is unfamiliar with.

She was made fun of by her pals for not wearing the nightgown. She didn't care, though.

At home, she wore it once. Since she arrived at Patrick's place this evening, she had to wear it again. It was her space. It's not like she can't wear it in front of him, but there were boundaries. She isn't sharing it with the sisters of her twins, nor is her brother absent. He was a teenager as well as a guy.

But in Patrick's home, things were different. It's her own space, her room. There was nobody around to bother her privacy, so she was by herself in this room.

She had put it on without considering that she would be meeting Patrick, much less going down to get some water. His presence in the dining area astonished her. She had also completely forgotten that she was wearing a too-short, revealing nightgown. Water and sleep had been on her mind as she made her way to the kitchen. Not a thing more. She had not anticipated seeing Patrick, let alone having to stand before him and speak.

It made her feel foolish at the time. She couldn't figure out why she had been so blind to what she was wearing.

She is in shock that he recognized her in this. God only knows what was going through his head as he saw her legs, thigh, and cleavage. She closed her eyes hard, thinking. She want to go back in time. She can't, though. He'd seen her before.

Perhaps that was the cause of the long looks and the smile.

She sensed there was a problem with him. The way he looked at her, the way he seemed tight. The expression in his eyes. She had a vivid mental image of them. That had escaped her thoughts. She didn't give it much thought. The man was responding to what he observed.

She felt foolish.

She has no idea what he was thinking right now about her. She is aware that he didn't like her. She also wants him to think highly of her rather than her.

She let out a sigh. She was unable to travel back in time. All she could do was hope that he wasn't thinking negatively about her. He already has low expectations for her.

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With Phina gone, Patrick sat there, staring into space. He was unable to look away from her. That was not how he was meant to think of her. However, he finds it impossible to look away from her and finds her to be seductive.

He considered what his best friend Phil had told him for the first time. What will it be like to finally make Phina his girlfriend?

He dismissed the idea. It was lust and desire. It's just his body's way of informing him that he wants a physical release because it's been so long since he's been with a woman.

To him, Phina is simply a girl. He doesn't keep women like her. She's not even as grown up as he envisions his partner being. She was merely a way for him to get married and get his family off his back. Not a thing more.

Though his body is telling him something else, he keeps telling his head that. The sensation and swelling between his legs won't go away. His penis is so full of blood and so erect that it is crying out for release.

He switched off his laptop and set it down among the documents and folders. He got up and went upstairs to his room, where he immediately went to the restroom, turned up the warmth, and got ready to take another shower. To relieve the strain in him, he needs to take a hot bath. He removed his cloth and picked up the soap.