Pleasure with My Godfather

Chapter 4

I couldn’t help but gape at what my Godfather said. Am I being silly? Because I feel like everything Godfather Nick says has a double meaning. And why on earth would my Godfather want to take care of me?

"Why is that, Nick?" I couldn't help but ask.

To my surprise, Godfather Nick walked toward me. He was still wrapped in a towel, making my face suddenly flush. He looked like a model walking a runway right in front of me.

Oh my goodness, my not-so-virgin eyes. I’ve been so sinful today.

I flinched when my Godfather grabbed both of my shoulders. He squeezed them gently—a squeeze that felt like a brief massage, sending a jolt of electricity down to my toes.

"Does there need to be a reason for me to take care of my beautiful goddaughter?"

I swallowed hard and bit my lip because Godfather Nick was staring at me. I watched his throat move as he swallowed repeatedly, his eyes softening with a heavy, lingering gaze on my face.

I felt like my Godfather was hypnotizing me at that moment. Actually, I was wrong—I had been hypnotized for a while now by my yummy-looking Godfather.

"Do I need a reason, baby?" he asked again. "So I can be with you while we sleep? And stop biting your lips—it makes me think of a completely different kind of 'dish.'"

"Huh? Um—what kind of dish?" I asked, feeling a bit weirded out.

"Nothing. Go ahead and sleep here. Tomorrow, I’ll help you set up in the extension room," he insisted. I found myself simply nodding in agreement. "Take a shower too, baby; it's nice to sleep at night when you're freshly bathed," my Godfather ordered.

I nodded. I had no plans of sleeping next to him without bathing, anyway. I told him I would shower and change in the staff quarters so that he could get dressed as well.

I didn’t know what kind of madness had possessed my brain at that moment. I lathered my body with soap several times before I finally finished my shower.

I was already blow-drying my hair when the door to the quarters opened.

"You're taking so long, baby; your Godfather is sleepy. Come on," he said as he approached me.

I felt something strange regarding Godfather Nick. It seemed like he really just wanted me by his side in bed.

At that thought, I secretly laughed at my own dirty mind.

I didn't need much convincing, so I followed my Godfather Nick. His bed was large, so I wasn't shy about it. He was the one insisting that I stay close to him.

I smirked secretly. I was even trying to blame him.

"Godfather, don't get mad if I kick you, okay? I'm a restless sleeper," I reminded him.

"I know that," he said with a laugh. "I'll handle it if you kick me. Let's sleep, baby," he added as he lay down on the other side of the bed.

I pulled up the blanket because the air conditioning in my Godfather's room was strong. I wasn't used to AC; we only had electric fans at home.

"Baby, why are you so far away from me? Move a little closer; you might fall off the edge," he instructed.

"But I might really kick you, Godfather," I said worriedly. Besides that, I was nervous as the fragrant scent of my Godfather reached my nose. He must have showered and used men's cologne.

"The bed is big, so you won't kick me," he convinced me.

I moved closer, but there was still a gap between us.

"I told you, the bed is big," he said.

"Godfather, tell the truth: are you making me sleep here because you're afraid to be alone?" I teased him, trying to make myself feel more comfortable.

"I'm doing this because I'm worried about you," he answered. "Go on, sleep now, baby," he said as he tucked me in. Then he lay down beside me.

While there had been a small space before, now our arms were touching. I felt a strange emotion awakening within me, and I couldn't help but inhale his scent. This is what I really like about Godfather Nick. He’s super hot and smells so good.

"Is it okay if I turn off the lights, baby? I can't sleep with the lights on."

"Oh, it'll be too dark without the lights, Godfather," I protested.

"Is that so? I'll just hold you so you won't be afraid," he said as he switched off the light.

My heart drummed in my chest when my Godfather actually hugged me. That’s when I realized it wasn't that dark after all, thanks to the light coming from outside.

"Ah, Godfather, I'm okay now. It's not actually that dark," I said shyly.

"Do you not want me to hold you, Angel?" he asked back, making the hair on my arms stand up. It felt like he was whispering directly to me.

"It's not that, Nick; I'm just not used to it. Plus, dad says I'm a young lady now, so I shouldn't let men hug me," I explained.

"That's right, it's not allowed. But I'm holding you so you won't be afraid. Besides, you used to sleep beside me often back then, right? I don't want to hear about anyone else hugging you, okay, baby? You're so beautiful that they might not be able to behave themselves."

"Wait, I'm beautiful?" Many people used to say that. But why does it feel different when it comes from Godfather? I almost want to believe it. I can’t help but smile.

"Yes, your face is beautiful—a baby face that’s so fresh to look at. And you've grown sexier, too," he added.

"Ah, you're just flattering me, Godfather. Dad says I should eat more because I'm too thin."

"Maybe your father just doesn't want anyone courting you yet. So, you shouldn't let anyone court you, okay? You're too beautiful and you smell so good. You don't suit any of the men here in the province."

"The one I want is someone like you, Godfather," I answered without hesitation. I felt him tense up in surprise, so I looked up at him—a move I immediately regretted as our eyes met. Even with the dim light coming from outside, I could see a strange sparkle in Godfather’s eyes.

He averted his eyes first then cleared his throat.

"But maybe there's no one else like you, Godfather. I guess I'll be single forever then," I said with a soft laugh.

I don’t really have a type among the people who court me, because Godfather Nick is my type—and he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted.

And I would be Godfather Nick’s wife. I secretly added that to my thoughts.

"Let's sleep, Angel. It's late," he said, changing the subject as he pulled me close again. Since the AC was cold, I snuggled into his warm body.

I felt his lips touch my temple. "You smell even better than the last time we met," he commented seriously. I saw his jaw tighten, but he didn't look angry. "Go to sleep, baby," he said, stroking my back again, which made my throat go dry.

I never expected that I would share a bed with Godfather Nick, now that I’m a young woman.

He had returned three years ago. I could feel him pulling away from me back then. He rarely talked to me, so I thought he didn’t care about me anymore. And that was just when I had started liking him so much.

"Amber Gel, now that I'm back, don't let anyone else court you, okay? Like last time—I'll get furious," he said seriously and with emphasis.

"I don't have any suitors, Godfather. Oh... wait, I do have some, but they aren't my type. Like I said, I want someone like you," I answered straightforwardly, making him smile sweetly.

"In that case, you should agree to study in the city. That way, we can be together, and I can make sure no one else gets near you. You really are so beautiful, Angel, it makes me want to lock you in my room and—" he stopped himself and shook his head. "I think I'm really drunk."

"And what?" I pried, unable to explain the anticipation waking up inside me.

"Nothing, baby," he said, pulling me in by my waist. His front pressed against me, which completely shocked me.

"Godfather, why are you poking me?"