Silence…
Augustine's eyes became extremely wide open, staring at Charles.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Charles questioned with a loud voice, and his words snapped Augustine out of his mesmerised gaze.
Augustine fluttered his eyelashes as he quickly averted his gaze, staring at the ceiling. "I… umm… why are you naked?" Augustine questioned while fumbling with each word that rolled out of his mouth.
For some reason, Augustine began to feel hot, even though the air conditioning in the room was working well.
He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake the feeling of heat that seemed to be radiating from his skin.
Meanwhile…
In an instant, Charles grabbed the duvet, pulling it up to cover his exposed body. "I wake up in your room, naked! What kind of sick game are you playing?" he demanded, his face contorting into a mask of rage and disgust.
Augustine smile, his expression leaving an hint of amusement. "Did you rape me?" Charles inquired because Augustine was still yet to reply the previous question of Charles.
Augustine's gaze snapped back to Charles, his eyebrow raising in contempt.Why are you asking such stupid questions?" he demanded, his voice dripping with scorn.
"Because I want to know what's going on!" Charles retorted, his fists clenching involuntarily. "Why am I here? Why are you playing these games with me? Just tell me what you want!"
A devious smirk twisted Augustine's lips as he slowly licked his lips, the wetness glistening in the morning light. "I want you," he purred, his voice low and seductive
Charles scoffed sarcastically while rolling his eyes as he wrapped the duvet around his waist to secure his body from being exposed. "I am going to sue you for raping m…"
"Sweetheart, can't you remember all that happened last night?" Augustine purred with an amused smile attached to his lips.
The smile on Augustine's face immediately made Charles think otherwise. "Did we do…"
"Charles, do you think I'll sleep with you?" Augustine asked with a serious tone as he slowly began to make his way towards Charles.
Augustine stood beside the bed, he lowered his gaze to glare at Charles with a smirk.
As Charles looked up, he was met with the piercing glare of Augustine's gaze, its intensity like a knife cutting through his defenses.
Augustine's voice dropped to a smooth, dangerous whisper as he spoke. "Sweetheart, last night you visited a gay club and got drunk. A man, seeing your vulnerable state, took you to a garage and attempted to rape you."
"Hmm?" Charles purred, as he allowed his mind to drift back to the event of the previous night.
Charles' mind raced as he desperately tried to piece together the fragments of his memory.
The remnants of the previous night flashed before his eyes: Anna's heart-wrenching breakup, the dizzying blur of the club, the suffocating darkness of the street when he stepped out of the club.
"I… I blacked out when I tried to run away from the mysterious strang…"
The words of Charles trailed off as the vivid image of how a man lay above him while he was in the passenger seat of a car began to play in his head.
Charles recalled how he was almost raped but then… Augustine showed up like a knight in shining armour as he struck the man.
"If… if you truly rescued me from the stranger, then how come am I naked in your room?" Charles suspiciously interrogates Augustine.
Augustine scuffed, smirking in delight as he lowered his back, leaning his face closer to the lips of Charles. "Were you expecting me to rape you?" He questioned, his hot breath creasing the delicate lips of Charles.
*Chock*
Charles found himself choking on his saliva as he instantly began to cough.
Augustine shook his head sideways, stretching his hands over to the bedside as he grabbed the bottle of water that he placed there some minutes ago.
Without withdrawing his face from the close proximity between Charles, he winked, gently placing the bottle of water beside the cheek of Charles.
"Just because you're my contracted husband, doesn't mean you have free rein to behave however you like," Augustine purred, his voice a mix of seduction and warning. "Remember, sweetheart, you're now under my control. And to prove it," he added, leaning more closer to Charles with a predatory smile, "I claim you as mine with this kiss." Augustine purred, and without warning, he planted a kiss at the forehead of Charles.
But, Charles…