I lose myself in a heavenly feeling and raise my eyelids against my will, finding myself in front of the
pronounced veins of his neck.
I lift my head up to cross his very dark puddles, but he doesn't seem to be angry
with me, on the contrary, he raises a corner of his mouth and grabs the wrists of my hands, forcing me to raise up the hand holding the sandwich.
Without losing contact with my eyes he takes a big bite, while I gasp as I look at his lips move beside my hand:
"If you're hungry, I have something better for you to taste." - he whispers in a hoarse voice at a distance of an inch from my face.
I get lost in his deep and darker then usual eyes and it takes me a long time to realize his words:
"What is it?" - I ask naively, immediately realizing my stupidity: I would like to have the courage
to slap myself in front of him, but I save it for later.
«A slice of cake.» - he says, trying to appear serious and not burst out laughing in my face, but abandoning that
sexy tone of voice.
"What the fuck could it be." - he adds soon after, taking me for a fool and moving away slightly.
«Oh, no.» - I say calmly, trying to hide the embarrassment- «This is enough.» - I conclude by shrugging my shoulders and pointing the sandwich with a finger.
"Are you sure? I could do you a great favor if... »- he goes back to adopting that low voice, approaching
more and more and making my heart start trembling in my chest when his parfume fills my nostrils again.
"If you want to do me a favor, then stop talking like a castrated man!"-I find the courage to say, trying not to get distracted by his eyes few millimeters distant by mine, so close to my face that he seems he's about to kiss me.
I stop breathing because of his nearness , but it does not last long, in fact starts talking again with a cold and confused tone:
"Castrated man? What the fuck does that mean? "- he blows through my hair with an amused face, but
I immediately force myself to get back to reality and reply as I place my hands on his sculpted chest and pull him away from my body:
"It means 'man whose balls have been cut off'." - I give him a tight smile, while he, in
all response, makes a disgusted grimace of pain.
I burst out laughing at his expression, at the exact moment he brings his hand to the lower parts, as if he wanted to make sure they are still there.
He comes back to reality by shaking his head and giving me a dirty look, making me understand that he resumes being the usual threatening bodyguard:
"You're out of your mind." - he says it more to himself than to me, and then swears in a low voice as he turns around and start going away from my.
"It's all because of our baby." - I scream and put both my hands on my stomach as if I was really pregnant and to foolish him , but he doesn't stop, while I let out a sigh of relief to having been able to free myself from him.
I resume eating the sandwich along the way to get to my room, while my heart continues beating faster than usual in my chest.
It was the best day of my life, even if I would have been better without what just happened with the penguin.
Who knows, maybe, if I let Edward know me well and let me accept myself for who I really am
one day I can reveal to him my real identity and have a chance with him.
I bring my lower lip between my teeth as I stand in front of the mirror and stare at my cheek.
I wanted to film that moment and watch it continuously until tomorrow morning.
"You're not crazy, you're just starting to realize that you are beautiful." - I say to my reflection with a smile on my face.
***
"So my brother thinks you're a Greek supermodel and he doesn't know you work for us." - I shake my head
to Ethan sitting on my bed, trying to comb my long hair with impatience.
"Try to tell him and I will tell everyone that you are together!" - I threaten both with the comb, but the other laughs:
"You wouldn't."
"Why are you so sure?" - I squint, making an offensive face at his words.
"Because my mother scares you."-he says with a sure expression, making me nod soon after:
«Right observation.» - I shrug and surrender.
«Don't worry, nobody will know. But I warn you, my brother is a difficult type to conquer. "-Ethan starts talking again, with a worried face, so I try to make him understand my potential:
"And I am the daughter of my mother, who is a woman born to seduce men like my father."
"Was your father a sexy man?"-he asks raising an eyebrow to make me realize it won't me simple at all with his brother:
"No, noone wanted him when he was young, but now he's a handsome man, I think ..." - I admit sincerely, so he laughs at my words, while Carl raises
his eyes to the sky.
"How are you going to keep it hidden from him? The paparazzi will chase you everywhere"- I hate admitting, but he's really bothering me right now, while I think I should think about all those details.
"I don't know, Ethan, I've always trusted my instinct and I've never been wrong." - I know mine is not a valid justification, but I cannot reasonably control this situation, because what I 'feel' about Edward, a
man unknown to me, cannot be explained nor resolved with reason.
«And then ... your father said he wanted to help me.» - I add convinced, trying to be just a little bit more confident on myself.
"Of course. My father would like a house full of grandchildren. "- he rolls his eyes, but I don't listen to him, while
Carl intervenes:
"Does anyone other than the two of us know?" - I nod to his question and hasten to answer:
"My mother found it out on a website."
"Then try to avoid the paparazzi." - Ethan says in an obvious tone, as if it was simple, but last time I hadn't even seen them.
"That asshole knows it, too!" - I suddenly remember, snorting at my own words.
"Who?" - Ethan asks confused, exchanging a glance with the man beside him.
"Your boyfriend's friend." - I add, looking at Carl through the mirror.
"Which friend?" - Ethan insists.
"She's talking about James."-Carl answers for me, giving me a severe look:
"Don't make that face. Since I came to this house he treats me as if I was a two
years old child."
"He just has a difficult past and likes to treat people like shit
to have everyone under control. "- he explaines with a cold tone, but at his explanation I frown: what is hiding that boy with such a painful past?
He didn't seem so much in pain in these days, but rather a superficial man with sex as a favorite pastime, especially with the maids ...
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