Dion's Secret Place

(Dion's POV)

"Dion, this human has one of a kind scent. She's smells, uhhhff, exotic and heavenly, very uniqueee uhhhh" Drey was drooling over like a mating animal.

Even my body was reacting to her fragrance; my giant stick was stiff and twitching wildly inside my jeans, making me feel itchy as I licked my lips consumed with desire. "I know Drey. But let's not scare her for now, first I'll take her to our secret place. Then I'll make my ultimate move on her, Myra won't be able to resist my charms and will go crazy for me."

"But what if she reject us?" Drey asked teasingly.

"Reject who? bruhhh hahahhahaha, huh, what absolute load of bullshit, you know there's no one that can reject ME, ha, she'll be all over me in no time. You just see. This is my playing field after all" I smirked confidently at Drey.

I composed myself and adjusted my denim pants, looking straight. "Myra, buckle up babe, let me take you for a ride" I said it casually and dashed off.

I could feel her subtle glances every now and then but didn't say anything. I wanted to reach to our destination as fast as possible. 'Damn, if I didn't have to hide my identity from Myra, Drey would have taken us to that place long ago, the wait is killing me' I cursed inside my mind.

"Dion, if you don't mind, can I play some music" her honey like voice sounded extremely sweet to me. "Sure" I replied. I can hear her talk all day, just her voice is enough to bewitch me. Even if she just blabbers nonsense, that too will sound melodic in her voice.

Myra started fiddling with the music system but was a little confused. I could tell, she was being extra careful. I saw her struggling with the buttons and couldn't help but smile when I saw her pouting face, 'So cute. I wanna eat her up so bad.' I leaned against the steering mesmerized by her adorability.

"Do it like this" I helped her with the buttons and our hands collided, mine was on hers.

A bolt of electricity coursed through me and Drey, just by our subtle touch. Myra hesitantly pulled her hand away, her face turning red like a tomato. I bit my lip hard seeing her look flushed.

She was bashful, didn't looked my way and gazed out of the windowsill saying, "Dion, I seem to not know how to operate it, can you please play it." Her ears were of crimson shade.

I obliged without teasing her about it. If I do tease her, she would be a roasted sweet potato in no time.

As the music played, the tensed atmosphere lightened a little and Myra started humming the tune subconsciously. She wasn't even singing, just some murmuring but even that sounded dulcet. Somehow, with a lot of struggle, we reached our destination.

(Myra's POV)

As Dion opened the gate for me, I stepped out of the car.

Dion brought me to a secluded looking place.

A large wooden house stood before my eyes, with all kind of vibrant and soulful flowers adorning the place. It looked mesmerizing but I couldn't see anyone out there which made me be on my guard.

Without any prior warning, bending behind my back, Dion held my in his arms, just like yesterday.

"Hey Dion, what are you doing? Put me down. We have a wheel chair in the car's trunk, you don't have to carry me, just put me down" I protested.

He smirked, "It'll be too much hassle. This is way easier. Now, let me show you my secret place, you'll like it." He shrugged my protests off just like that.

As Dion walked with long strides; my areola collided with his firm chest, making it perky and stiff. It was way too awkward. Whenever either of his legs moved, my upper body made connect with his, touching all secret place. I was getting conscious because of our positions.

He entered the timber made house with me still in his hands. The place was not as big as Everests' mansion but it was considerably big. It wasn't extravagant but had a minimalistic design. A neat and clean emerald colored couch was pair with a table made up of logs.

Dion settled me down on the sofa carefully and got to the open kitchen to get both of us a glass of water. "So how's it? My place" Dion asked me with bright radiant eyes.

"Your place? Don't you live in the Everests mansion?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah yeah, I do live there but this is my secret spot which I build myself. So tell me, do you like it?"

"It's warm and cozy, giving off a very homey vibe. I really like it." I told him genuinely. I seriously liked the place; it is how I have always imagined a place for myself. Sure, it was not very extravagant, but that's how I like it.

"Great, I knew you'll like it", Dion beamed happily at me and then sat beside me. My body stiffened up a bit. He sometimes behave like a toddler, though he's older then me.

"So why did you take me here?" I questioned without looking at him. sipping at the water in my glass.

"Aaaaa~, I wanted to apologize to you sincerely" Dion shoulders slumped as he said this.

"What for?" I asked him, tilting my head to look at him, in confusion.

Dion ruffled his hair away sexily, looking me in the eyes, "Myra, I am really sorry, somehow because of me, your foot got injured. I just couldn't stop thinking about it and wanted to apologize personally to you."

"Hey, you don't have to feel sorry for this. It ain't your fault rather I wasn't careful back there" I reassured Dion.

Suddenly, he took my hands in his and looked at me with a glint of something which I cannot quite describe properly. We stared at each other for quite some time, none of us making a move. All I could hear was the rippling of water from somewhere. The atmosphere turned serene.

Feeling embarrassed I snatched my hand awkwardly and got up from the couch. Looking the other way, I chewed my lip and asked him, "Is there a river nearby?"

"Let me show you" Dion got up alongside me, intertwining my hand in his again, he walked slowly, matching my pace.

Soon, we came out to the balcony; a truly enchanting view greeted us. A freshwater lake was attached to the house and the endless forest was gracing alongside it. The air around that place felt rejuvenating, delightful. I felt calm and peaceful just by few deep breaths.

Dion, who was standing just behind me, grabbed my waist and leaned his head over my shoulder asking, "Isn't it peaceful out here?"

I blinked fast, feeling confused, "Dion, what are you doing?"

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . .