Deity's POV
It was already past midnight, and the man throwing tantrums is still not home.
Home. That weird feeling again.
The man really love his meat over vegetables. A smile threatened to grace my lips when I remembered the earlier encounter. After my talk with Parker, I came home with all the bags, keeping them away in the fridge immediately and started preparing dinner. Lev showed up, and shot me a suspicious glance when I treated him like nothing happened. I served him with a sickly sweet smile on my lips.
I served him vegetable salad.
His face flushed in anger, barely controlling his temper. Nevertheless he was forced to eat it. Surprising, if you ask me. "I told you to buy meat." He grounded out the words.
"You did, your highness. Although not in a very nice way. I have the bad habit of forgetting orders when they're not accompanied with the word please."
He was silent the whole time, occasionally throwing mean glances my way. When I was washing the dishes he hovered in the doorway, "How long are we going to eat that thing?" He asked, pertaining to the vegetable salad.
I pretended to think, "Maybe a week."
"A fucking week?!" He growled.
"Excuse me, Mr. Volturno. Are you shouting at me? The one cooking your food, who owns this house you're currently in? My, you really have a bad temper."
He growled in frustration, leaving the house immediately while making sure to slam the door shut. Effectively rattling the hinges.
I chuckled at the memory, typing away at my laptop as Flavia waited for his return by the window.
"I think you scared the poor man," She grinned.
"Hopefully," I gave her a smile of my own before turning my attention back to my screen. "You can go anywhere you want, Flavia. There's no need to watch out for that man. I'm awake, I'll deal with him if he decides to throw a tantrum here."
"As you wish," she waved before disappearing.
Not long after, the backdoor opened slowly. A cautious step followed, then the silent closing of the door. He went in silently, looking around before continuing upstairs. The lights are out, but he didn't notice the dull brightness of my laptop screen. Then I noticed his predicament.
He's shirtless.
I grinned sheepishly, "I understand, you know. You don't have to keep your hook ups a secret."
I heard a bunch of colorful profanities before he turned to face me. It's dark, but I know he's not as angry as before. "How the fuck do you sneak around like that?"
"Language, please. Wash that away with tea, there's some in the kitchen."
He sighed in defeat, going straight to the kitchen. He came back holding two cups. I can smell the other's coffee. He placed the tea beside my laptop before sitting beside me, nursing his own cup of coffee. There was a comfortable silence and for once I appreciated his company... until he opened his mouth.
"You're a control freak," I gave him a glare which he brushed off. Atleast he's calm now. "So am I. If we're going to live together for the time being we must work things out."
"I'm listening," I nodded for him to continue.
"I'll fence the entire land starting tomorrow. That's the easiest way for you to wander without fear of crossing bounderies."
My eyes widened. The land's huge. If he's going to do it alone, it will take months even a year to complete that. He seemed fine with it, though. He really must be excited to pack his bags and leave.
"All I need is food and shelter. Other than that, it's up to you."
I gave him a blank stare, "And by food you mean meat."
He smirked, "Exactly."
I sighed, "I'm fine with having someone around. I work at home so expect meals and dishes on time. As long as you don't boss me around like you're the king of the world, then we're good."
"Truce?" He asked, offering a hand.
I moved to accept it, "Truce."
When our hands touched, I swear my skin felt electrocuted. There was something bubbling under my skin that I wanted to retract my hand right away. I became very alert of his presence and that stark naked torso. His hand tightened on it though, eyes darkening and I swear I heard him growl. I frowned, remembering the same thing happened when Mayor Tyrone attacked me and when Lev and I's skins brushed during the meeting. Parker's words about Lev's temper came back to me.
"Let's call it a night, you're probably as agitated as I am." I smiled politely. He finally let go of my hand with a grunt of affirmation before he stood, waiting for me to finish shutting down the gadget and tidying my papers.
We walked upstairs side by side, occasionally bumping each other's shoulders making me jolt at the overwhelming feeling. His eyes grew darker every second, jaws clenching. I bid him good night as I reached the door to my room and he did the same. He just stood outside my door until I closed it gently. A moment later I heard his footsteps retreating and I finally relaxed.
That was awkward.
Why do these people unnerve me? Although in my opinion, I give them the same feeling.
"The man's quite strange. He's unpredictable. One moment he's lashing out, another rude, then he's down to being gentleman in his own way."
I sent Flavia a fleeting look, "Much like Mayor Tyrone Pierce, if you'll ask me."
She nodded, "And I'm guessing you're the soft version?"
I chuckled, "Har har."
As I lay awake that night, my thoughts kept drifting back to both men: Mayor Tyrone and Lev. Parker certainly didn't give me the sparks thingy when he held my wrist earlier this afternoon. Why those two did? The strangest thing is, Tyrone Pierce certainly didn't like it while Lev Volturno looked like he's about to consume me raw and unrefined.
I groaned, not liking where my thoughts are drifting closer. Surely I'm better off spending time with Lev than Mayor Tyrone. He attempted to hurt me physically, whereas Lev never did. Only with his brusque behavior.
I'm getting nowhere with reasoning to myself, might as well sleep this.
With that thought in mind I pulled the covers over my head and drifted off to sleep, thinking of the same gray eyes getting darker every second.