As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the blinds, they settled upon Charles' sleeping form, his face peaceful in slumber.
Charles snuggled into the soft mattress of the bed while his lips curved into a blissful smile.
The sweet aroma of porridge lingers in the air as Augustine slowly opens the door of the bedroom.
Quietly, he made his way towards the bedside table and there he set the bowl of porridge alongside a bottle of water.
Augustine turned his attention to the bed, his gaze falling upon Charles. There he lay, sleeping peacefully, seemingly unaware of the events that had unfolded just hours before.
Augustine Wales shook his head sideways and he turned around, approaching the bathroom where he took a warm nice bath.
Last night, he had slept on the couch and he felt very uncomfortable.
His nose was a bit bruised from the kick that he had also sustained from Charles.
After Augustine had successfully taken his bath, he wrapped a white towel around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom.
Nonchalantly, Augustine clicked the remote control, allowing the morning light to flood into the room.
He made his way towards his wardrobe while Charles who was still lying on the bed began to stretch his hands wide open as he yawned.
Slamming his lips together, he sniffed in his nose, inhaling the sweet scent of porridge that lingered in the air.
Charles' eyelashes fluttered, like butterflies emerging from their cocoon, as his senses gradually adjusted to the daylight.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still not fully awake, before letting out a loud, jaw-cracking yawn.
A droplet of saliva glimmered at the corner of his mouth before he reflexively swallowed.
Slowly, Charles sat down on the bed, opening his eyes wide to gaze at the bowl of porridge which was on the bedside table.
Without thinking twice, he stretched his hands over to the table, reaching out for the bowl of porridge.
But, as his hands touched the bowl, he halted, freezing right on the spot.
"Whose house am I in?" he blurted, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
The realization that he was not in his own bed hit him like a cold shower.
Charles took in his surroundings, his heart racing.
The room was vast, its walls and ceilings coated in a pristine white that felt comforting and cold.
Soft candlelight from the ceiling fixtures cast a warm, golden glow that did little to dispute the uneasiness churning in Charles stomach.
There were two closed doors inside the room and a large elegant wardrobe stood in one corner.
There was also dressing mirror in the room, giving the entire place a luxurious structure.
After taking in the beauty of the room, Charles's eyes fall upon a young man who had a white towel around his waist and his hands were roaming around the rack of clothes within the wardrobe.
Charles blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of confusion from his mind. 'There was no one here when I looked around before,' he whispered, fear creeping up his spine. 'Could he be dreaming?'
He pinched himself, but the sharp pain felt all too real.
"Hey! Who are you?!" Charles yelled at the top of his voice, calling onto the young man whose back was facing him.
Hearing Charles's question, the young man turned around and glanced at Charles with an arched brow.
"Au… Augustine!" Charles screamed, his eyes so wide that it seemed as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. "What are you doing here?" He questioned with a cold tone.
"Hmm… hmm," Augustine purred as he cleared his throat. "My dear Charles. You're the one who's in my home, uninvited and unprepared. Does that not make you question your place here?"
Charles' ignored Augustine as his gaze flitted across Augustine's face, lingering on the droplets of water that clung to his beauty skin, and the rogue strands of hair that fell artfully over his eyes.
But it was the gleam in Augustine's amber gaze that sent a chill down Charles' spine
And then, Charles's gaze trailed down to the lips of Augustine. It was pink, and even from a distance, one could tell that it was slightly wet and alluring.
Charles couldn't help himself; his gaze traveled downwards, betraying his desire as his eyes raked over the contours of Augustine's exposed chest.
Despite the fear coursing through his veins, he found himself longing to touch what he shouldn't.
Augustine's lips curved into a knowing smile as he followed the gaze of Charles while musing an inner word to himself.
'My dear pookie. The truth is always the most dangerous temptation, isn't it?'
Augustine's chest was sculpted to perfection, his taut muscles a bit damp but it shows that he'd taken so much time to craft a body worthy of adoration.
The valleys between his chiseled abs seemed to lead the eyes of Charles downward as he swallowed hard, his breathing growing ragged.
Charles instantly became breathless, his gaze never leaving the body of Augustine.
"Hey," Augustine called out as he snapped his finger with a teasing smirk on his lips. "Get out of my room. I need to dress." He added, turning around to grab a pair of suits from his wardrobe.
Charles who had just snapped out of his mesmerised gaze nodded his head swiftly as he rolled over to the edge of the bed.
Just as he was about to step down from the bed, he noticed that a thick duvet was above his body. 'Was I cold?' He mused to himself while gently raising the duvet with the intention of tossing it off from the bed.
Immediately he tossed the duvet away from his body, a scream immediately escaped his mouth.
"Augustine! Did you rape me!" Charles screamed at the top of his lungs and his words prompted Augustine to swiftly turn around, glaring at the naked body of Charles.
STUNNED!