The Code of Intimacy

Chapter 4

Cherry’s POV

I was still trying to calm myself as silence wrapped us on the elevator. No one dared to move or speak anything and I couldn’t even decide if it was a good thing or the other. I looked at the man in front of me. He was overwhelming with his authority that surrounds him, he could easily break me in any way possible but that didn’t scare me anyway, in some weird sense, I felt excitement to touch a person for the first time. My eyes travelled across the wide plains of his shoulders and back, even the clothing he was wearing that very moment did not do justice of my wild imagination. Shivers crept onto me when I realized how I crave running my fingertips on his skin that looks as dangerous as wild fire in the forest at night.

“Are you… okay?”, the man beside me asked. He was as large as the other two men in front, though he has this easier air around him compared to them. His voice was a combination of both amused and teasing and a little bit of concerned. I nodded my head without paying him any glance and may be because of that, he decided to turn his full attention to me and faced me.

“You sure?”, he asked again in which I replied the same way I did as before.

And even before I could breathe another sigh, I saw him moved a step closer, a hand raised to touch my face and on instinct, I blocked him away by swatting it may be too hard as I intended and even slammed my back against the cold metal behind me. I stared at him with wide eyes and he looked as surprised as I was. Our arms stopped midair like they were stuck in the air and somebody paused the time.

My mind was reeling from all the attempted touch from strangers. It made my stomach churn unpleasantly, my head throb painfully, and I felt like I wanted to throw up all those delicious cakes I had this morning. I was holding my breath when the back that I was craving to touch and taste invaded my sight. I could almost see the invisible fume radiating from his body.

“What the hell are you doing?”, the calmness on his voice never told me that good things may come soon enough.

“What?”, it may seems like this is funny for this man actually chuckle while saying this. I’ve felt the cold metal on my back getting even colder as before or was it just me?

“I am asking you what the f**k you are doing.”

“I was just about to remove the dirt from her hair. That’s all”, I couldn’t see him because of the large figure hiding the scene from me.

I closed my eyes at the thought that I freaked out again over simple things and still couldn’t bear the thought of anyone touching any part of me. And it was kind of funny how I could crave to touch a man earlier then freak out the next second even before I could even feel another skin touching mine.

I could hear them talking in a small heated angry voice of the other one. Though the elevator is spacious for the four of us, it suddenly became small for me when I took in how big three males who were with me in there. They could pass as werewolves on the stories I’ve read when I was bored, humungous and all alpha-males on their own capacities.

I concentrated on composing myself and was succeeding on it when an abrupt movement gave me another startled jump. Mr. Dela Constanza turned to me. He still had a storm forming in his eyes, a sign that he was still worked up about something, he closed them, gave a heavy sigh and they quietly softened when I saw them again. He bit his lower lip so slow and when I thought he was going to say something, he turned his back on me, crossing his arms on his chest and silence fell upon us for the nth time. I saw Morris watching the scene before him silently. He then raised his brow on his boss, seemed like he wanted to say something, too. Really? What’s with these men trying to communicate with their eyes?

And as if sensing and reading the question behind his best man’s expression, Mr. Dela Constanza said just one word.

“Don’t.”

Just that one word and silence even became silent.

When the elevator stopped on the right floor of the stupid big mansion, I quietly followed them down the hallway. It was so lacking of any kind of sound that my soft steps on the marbled floor seemed so loud against my ears.

So many doors and the hallways looked like a maze.

Morris and the other man they called Dy a while ago before we stepped out of the elevator took the left. Dy gave me a wink and a little wave which made me wonder ‘cause I knew his gesture was a gesture of a little goodbye.

“Follow me”, his baritone voice cut me off from me watching them walk away.

“Faster”, he said and I rolled my eyes behind him and tried my best to catch up to his long strides as we took the opposite direction from the two.

I was busying myself by counting the steps we made and trying to figure out how long his steps were compared to mine when he halted which I did too. He twirled around and got some weird interest on the floor. My forehead slightly creased why he was concentrating on the floor or must I say, glaring.

“Seriously?”, he groaned lifting his eyes towards the high ceiling.

“What?”, I asked.

But instead of answering me, he ran his hands over his face then along his hair, like he was too frustrated over something.

“f*****g seriously”, he voiced louder.

“Are… you talking to me?”, I dumbly asked again.

Shifting his gaze from the ceiling to me, he sarcastically answered this time.

“No. I’m talking to myself, Apple”

“It’s not my name, sir.”

He raised his brows at me mockingly.

“It’s Cherry”

“But I like calling you Apple, Apple. It’s the same”, he started walking again.

“No it’s not, sir”, I sighed frowning following him again. We stopped at the front of the door.

“This will be your room”, flicking the lights on, I strode in avoiding any possible contact of our clothing as he firmly stood against the doorframe. I knew he was watching my every move but I chose to ignore it.

“Thank you, sir”, he was still pinning me with hard burning stare and made no movement even if I cleared my throat to at least ease the tension brushing even on the safe distance we had from each other. I hate and love the way he was looking at me. it was both exciting and alarming. And I also love the challenge he was presenting through his stormy eyes, his strong stance and his overbearing behaviour that matched his well-toned body as I imagined it. I love his challenge.

As if finally figuring out my little secret, he slowly moved towards me. I watched him carefully until he was fully in front of me. His was body emitting the kind of heat that will draw you in. I should be moving away from him but I just couldn’t.

I was amused how well I could see myself on his eyes. I was too drawn and was too late to steer clear of from the heat against my left cheek. I stood frozen and shaken at the same time when for the first time in many years, I’ve another skin made contact with mine. It slid down slowly to the sensitive part of my neck. I heard myself gulped loudly.

“You’re… shaking, Apple”, he whispered, his face emotionless.

I bit my lip and forced my body to shy away and I succeeded. I found my hands literally trembling when I paid clear attention to them and I was breathing the air faster normal.

His eyes narrowed at me measurably putting his hands back on his side.

“Calm. Down.”, his words had the edge for the unknown enemy. I nodded absentmindedly.

I grabbed my left hand with my right one to stop the tremors rocking on them and this time, when he attempted to move closer again, I steered away closing my eyes.

“Seriously?”, he sounded like he gritted his teeth and forced the words out of his mouth. He gave one last heavy breathe and headed for the door, slamming it, leaving me alone in the dim lighted room but not before he angrily muttered:

“Have a f*****g good night, Apple”

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Next will be Sandro’s POV.. I think.