010~Ryvessa
1244 Words
I woke up, my head throbbing.
What happened last night was memorable, but what the hell? Did I sleep that long? Or is their time here faster?
I turned to the side of the bed, it was empty. Drexel was nowhere to be found.
Where the hell did he go? He said I should always stay beside him, and now he’s left me.
I stood up, walked to the window. The view outside was breathtaking. I could see a lot of people downstairs, some maids, some guards.
This looks like a palace, but how do I know when I’m stuck in this place? I’ve got a lot to explore.
I missed Mom. My dad too. Too bad I wasn’t even thinking about them all this while.
I’ve been so focused on Drexel. My team would be so worried over me. I’m sure my dad would have contacted every station in the whole of Las.
How did I get here? I asked myself. Why do I hate him yet loving him is way more fun? Not to even talk of doing nasty things with him.
Or is he using spells on me? But why does my heart and my body, including my soul, long for him?
The thoughts were all crazy in my head. Whatever Drexel did to me wasn’t normal. I wasn’t this way! I never let any man touch me, not even my ex-boyfriend.
He always begged me for just a kiss.
Drexel, who the freaking hell are you?
I’m beginning to feel bored. I hate sitting at a stop...it makes me uncomfortable.
The heck.
I walked slowly to the bathroom, took my bath. While scrubbing, my mind reminisced to what happened yesterday in the bathroom.
His physique was damn… Ryv, that’s your man.
I chuckled. He made mention of getting me dresses. Can’t wait to see them.
I came out of the bathroom and someone was already sitting on the bed with some alcohol and cigarettes on the freaking bed stand.
My hate for cigarettes was huge.
With the towel on my chest, I walked straight to the stand, took the cigarette, and threw it out of the window.
Drexel gave me a side eye. “What was that for?”
I frowned. “It was for you smoking, and I despise that.”
His eyes weren’t focusing on my face anymore, they were already roaming on my body like some feast.
I grabbed his chin. “The heck? Will I talk to you and you ignore me? Drex, you have to stop taking cigarettes or else…”
He grabbed my waist, making me fall on the bed...not just on the bed, but on him.
I wanted to push him, resent him, but my body, my own freaking body...betrayed me. I leaned on him the more.
He said, “Or else what?”
“I’ll kick your…”
He grabbed my chin and kissed me.
I didn’t reciprocate at first, but the taste of the alcohol and cigarettes gave some nice flavors in his mouth. I reciprocated while moaning.
He held my ass while we kissed. The heck? Does this guy have a thing for my ass or for me?
I pushed him. Standing properly while ignoring his gaze. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I muttered.
“Says who?” Drexel chuckled. “You’re my mate, Vessa. I can do whatever I want to do.”
“But do you know if I love you, Drexel? Do you? Or are all these just lust, or just the price for the heir you want?
At this point, I’m not interested in arresting you. I just wanna go home, back to my normal life and back to my family.”
I said while wiping my eyes.
“Just tell me, Drexel...do you love me? I know it’s too early. We don’t even know what kind of mess this is.
You act like you love, but do you? You said it yourself...that you don’t do love. I’m large thinking. I’ve felt love before, but it turned out we were only teasing ourselves."
He stood up, walking closer to where I sat, making me face him.
I tried avoiding his eye contact. “Go away, Drexel. I want to be alone.”
“Tell me, Vessa. Tell me to stay away again. I like hearing you lie.”
I turned my face. His voice husky, low. He bit my earlobes.
“I know you, Ryvessa. I know everything about you, if you don’t know. Even searched everywhere for you. I could feel your scent at my wedding.
I just waited for the perfect moment, the moment where I could capture you, not harshly, but willingly.
You’re smart, fierce, and not easy to let go. You’re just all these because you’re hurt. I can assure you, Vessa, that you love me.”
I looked at him weirdly. “Put aside the mate bond which controls sometimes...I don’t know how to believe love again. He whispered.
Through me?, or through my Body?”
He frowned. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”
He turned away, caressed my hair. “I don’t know, but Ryvessa...leaving your side is kinda weird.
I have every urge to come back and see you. I don’t know. But don’t push me away. If you leave me, I’ll go back to being the criminal you've heard about.
You’ve made me to be like this these days. I haven’t killed anybody. I didn’t do the things I do, which are unusual.
Look, keep trying to arrest me, Ryv. Just keep investigating. Because if you’re beside me, there wouldn’t be any criminal case stuff.”
I looked at him. The devil I heard of all my life is this desperate for me? Like, who am I?
I began to question myself. Wait, am I still Reyes, or am I…? Don’t get it. The Almighty Drexel begging me to stay and investigate on him?
“Drexel, why are you saying this like you really want me to arrest you?”
I asked because I was shocked to hear this.
He chuckled. “I want to see you try. I want you to unleash all your skills that you have, so that during those periods I could get to see your face, I could get to know how fiercest my woman is.”
I looked at him weirdly. “Drexel, can I ask you for a favor?”
He nodded, staring at me like a kid who was about to get a candy.
I asked, “If I should stay longer than you want, can I go see my parents? Those short moments? Like, let them know I’m fine?”
He frowned at first, like he was flowing with the idea, but the cute puppy face I gave made him nod.
“Sure, you could. But my guards are going to go with you, and you’re not sleeping over. You see them and get your ass back to my bed.”
I chuckled. “Such a nasty man.”
He smirked. “You’re going to be the ruin of me vessa, his voice low, deep, and husky.”
I chuckled, staring deep into his soul and replied, “Why? You scared? Didn’t know the devil could tremble.”
He laughed so hard while carrying me in bridal style. “Let me cuddle you, mi cariño.”
Tickling me while I laughed my earlier sorrow out.
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