Darkest knight

Chapter 2

I walked out of the bath tub when the water starts to turn cold feeling fresh, as I dried myself on a towel before wrapping it around my body. Knowing that I'm alone in the house, I walked out of the bathroom with a towel as I walked downstairs to get a new set of cloths and undergarments. I yelped in shock when I saw a person leaning against the wall eyeing me intensely. I blinked my eyes to get a better view of the person leaning against the wall. In my house. I squinted my eyes stupidly at him stretching my neck in the process to try to make sense of the body shape. Well, you cant blame me I disposed my unconventional contact lens a few moments ago as it was poking my eyes, like literally poking my eyes like a needle and it bloody hurts and I dont have my spectacle on and my eye degree is like one thousand, i'm  practically  blind person without my spects on. I strained my eyes harder as I stretched my neck even further to get a better glimpse of the unknown intruder in my house. I probably looked like an ostrich right now but who cares? I have a person in my house? And I never never have any person, creature or whatsoever in my damn house. It's only me and me alone and I intend to keep it that way I'm sorry but hello stranger it's my house and what if the person is a criminal? A murderer? Ready to axe me into pieces and store it inside the refrigerator? But surprisingly, whoever the person standing in my house I wasnt scare. Who the hell is he anyway? For one, I can tell that he is definitely a full grown tall man, he doesn't have boobs and he wears a suit? I guess so. What am I doing anyway is that even a proper reaction for someone to see a full grown man standing in the middle of their house? I guess not.

Time to say something idiot. My mind hissed at me snapping me back to reality. I cleared my throat to cover up my awkwardness '' Hi may I know who the hell are you standing in the middle of my house?'' I said as I still tried to figure out his face but all I saw was the outline of his manly body. He chuckled darkly as he pushed himself off the wall walking towards me--- an unarmed fragile damsel. I gripped my towel tighter. Wait, a towel? Crap. I've totally forgotten that I'm wrapped in a towel! A thin piece of short white cloth, what is wrong with me? A question asked everyday of my life. I folded my arms together in front of my chest in a defensive position, ready to strike and let my inner Jackie Chan burst out of my body shell if needed. I squinted slash stare trying to give him what I called the deadly glare. But failing miserably as his face become clearer with every step he take, closer to me. I could now make out his face features, dark eyes, dark hair, sharp nose, full lips. Crap crap crap. I muttered under my breath as he come closer and closer and closer to me, so close that he was just directly in front of me, his face enlarge as I finally realized who this person is---Maximilian Night.

Erm. That brings up my second and the most important question---what is he doing in my house? What is Maximilian Night doing in my house what the heck. The gorgeous man chuckled deeply in front of me again as I realized that i've spoken my mind out loud subconsciously. Damn. I cursed my mouth internally, my face flushed with heat. Oh. Oh. Oh my god. I've totally forgotten that I'm married to this piece of hot meat chunk, damn my short term memory that I inherited from my mother. Oh god I'm married just thinking of the word made me sick to the core, I've always hated the feeling of being bound to something, it's like a bondage, that cut off all my freedom, it's something that even his hotness can't solve. '' But why are you in my house?'' I frowned. He just lifted an eyebrow at me amusingly. '' Oh right, it's your house technically speaking...''. My frown deepened. '' Can't we leave separately?'' This time he frowned. Huh not much of a talker is he? Bloody hypocrite I saw him talking slash laughing with my sister a few hours ago and now he is acting all mysterious and going for the quiet look. '' And why now? You left me for three months. Not that I'm complaining haha..'' I trailed of akwardly with my humorless laughter, he stared at me intensely, not talking or saying anything, I still tried to strain my ears just to catch a sentence, a word, anything that give me a hint, a clue. But no, nothing, just the heavy breathing that made me hot and bothered. Not helpful at all. Great just great. Question marks and question marks.

A moment of silence fell between us as I shifted uncomfortably in my towel, a towel. Ok Mr night, I get that you are gonna live here? But can you like go? Can't you see I'm being really really uncomfortable right now? However, he doesn't look like he understand by the rigid way he is standing and the intense gaze he was giving me. I grabbed the towel in front of my chest tightly as I shifted from foot to foot being the awkward person I'm. His eyes wandered down my face to my chest where the peak of my breasts can be seen. He lingered longer than necessary. I tightened my grip on the towel pulling it up my chest, shielding the peak of my breast from his scorching gaze, by now I was blushing bright red. My boobs are small and shitty, I bet that is what he is thinking now. Not that I cared. Unaffected by my small action, his eyes trailed shamelessly down the rest of my body slowly and sensually as if memorising every curve and swell of my body.Taking his time.  By now my face is blushing hard and my body was on fire, I bend my head low as I bite my lips hard, embarrassed. When suddenly, sparks jolted throughout my body, he trailed his rough index finger down the curve of my neck slowly and softly moving towards my bare shoulders. I shivered as I snapped my head up to meet his heated gaze. His eyes was blacker and glazed as if swallowing me whole and his full lips were slightly parted, moist from the constant licking of his tongue. Even thought, I'm stupid and awkward, but I can identify that look from anywhere, I've read enough books for the past few years of my life to know what that look is---Lust.

Raw, torturous, painful lust written all over his face.

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-BROOKE