THE LINE HE WON’T CROSS
1604 Words
AUGUST
I walked out of the room feeling refreshed. I mean who wouldn’t, i’d f****d myself to sleep.
I stood at the door of my room, my bare feet against the floor as I watched Levi. I wore my smallest tops, my pajama pants hanging below my waistline, just enough to irritate Levi.
The mansion was silent, Levi's breathing filling the room. I didn’t understand while I enjoyed getting him riled up. Something about this man makes me want to test his patience, waiting to see if he would crack.
But he didn’t.
He walked out through the back door, with the cup of coffee in his hands. He stood there, backing me as he answered his call.
I rummaged through the kitchen, looking for the cold orange juice Levi had stocked up on.
I popped the bottle open as he walked in, startling me.
Right about time.
Levi was fully dressed in a three-piece black layer suit, a different brand of shoe which I am sure is very expensive. He stared at me, his eyes scanning my clothes. His gaze lingered longer on my exposed skin, then he hurriedly moved his gaze, as if he regretted That he stared.
I grinned. “And good morning to you too sir.”
He didn't return the smile, he just walked straight to the counter, placing his phone on it as he sipped his coffee.
“You're naked,” he said flatly.
“I'm wearing a shirt.”
“Hmm,” he murmured.
“It covers the important parts.” I shrugged.
His jaw flexed. “Your definition of “Important” is very wrong.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, holding back a smile.
“It's hot,” I said.
“The Air conditioners work fine,” he shot back.
“Not enough.”
He shot me a look. “You're troublesome.”
I laughed as I climbed onto the counter, Levi's eyes twitching.
Yes. That was the reaction I'd been waiting for.
“Put your f*****g legs down,” he grunted.
“My legs are not on the counter,” I replied.
“You're still not supposed to sit on it,” he said.
“Then where should I sit?" I asked.
“On the chair, like a normal person,” he said.
“I don't want to sit on a chair.” I smiled.
“Just get down!” he snapped.
He walked away, muttering something under his breath. He walked so precisely, gripping his glass like it was the only thing preventing him from looking at me.
God, I wanted to dip my hands in his hair and play with it.
I tilted my head, he was tense. He wasn't irritated, he wasn't angry—tensed. His veins were pulsing; his grip was tightening. One more press and that glass would shatter.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” he muttered.
“You sound like someone who isn't fine,” I said lightly.
“Stop analyzing me.” he snapped.
“I’m not analyzing you…I’m watching you.” I smirked.
“That's just worse.” he didn't turn.
He set the glass down, harder than expected, the sound echoing throughout the mansion.
I moved to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.
“Did I do something?” I asked, raising my brows in confusion.
“Yes,” he said, his tone flat.
“What?” I asked.
“You exist.” he breathed.
I gasped.”I must be exhausting for you.”
“You have no idea.” he snorted.
“You’ll be fine.” I laughed.
“Barely,” he added.
I reached out to hold his hands and he stiffened, like I was carrying a bomb and not a juice bottle.
“Youre acting sus.”
“I’m normal.” he frowned.
Levi exhaled. “You're not supposed to speak to me unless it's an official matter, you need to follow the rules of this house.
“I do follow them.” I defended myself.
“No you don't, you pretend to follow them.”
“Same thing,” I said.
“It's not the same thing. You wander when you were clearly told not to, you do not take anything seriously, and you provoke me every morning,” he yelled.
“Okay sir, calm your titties down,” I said.
“I don't provoke you, and wait… you're worried about my safety?” I smiled.
“No, I'm worried about my job.”
I folded my arms.” You watch me like I'm going to break
Something.”
“You watch me like you're waiting for me to snap.”
I blinked.” What does that mean?” I asked.
He moved closer, backing me to the wall. “It means, stay the f**k away from me.”
I moved closer, close enough for our noses to brush. “But I enjoy teasing you.”
“That's the exact problem,” he said. “Because you don't know what you're doing.”
“Oh I do,” I smiled.” I know what I'm doing, and I know what I want.”
I closed the gap between us, tracing his jawline with my tongue.
He held his breath, as exhaling might let something slip out.
“August.” he breathed, his voice raspy.” Stop.”
“‘Make me.” I purred.
He went still.
He was so still, they could’ve carved him from stone.
I leaned in again, sniffing his neck, taking in his Scent.
Then I saw it.
It was barely there, but I saw it.
He wanted me and he hated that he wanted me.
He pulled away from my grip, clearing his throat.
“Problem?” I asked, biting back a smile.
“Yes,” he said. “You.” he managed.
“Oh my, I'm delightful,” I said.
“You… are going to give me an Arterial bulge.
I climbed back onto the counter, Levi's eyes flickered so fast, and then away.
Then I saw it. He was suffering. Truly. And it made me happy.
“You know, most people say Good morning instead of making threats with medical emergencies.”
“Threats? I made none. I was only diagnosing the inevitable.” he defended, not sparing me a glance. His gaze was buried in his tablet.
I wonder what was there that he was always watching.
“Still a threat,” I said.
“Good,” he replied.
“You're so extra,” I said lightly.
“And you're properly dressed for a beach and not a workplace,” he grunted.
“You're so grumpy and stuck up. I wonder what Lucien is like.” I said, swinging my feet on the counter.
His shoulders tensed up. “You need to start acting like an adult and follow the rules, otherwise you'll make my job harder.” he snorted.
“That sounds like a You problem.”
He scoffed, trying to find the right words.
“You should thank me for making your life interesting,” I added.
“Exhausting,” he said.
“Why are you so boring? You hate fun?” I sighed.
“I don't hate fun. I hate the chaos it brings.”
“Oh,” I said lightly.” So you hate me?”
He exhaled. “ I don't hate you. You're complicated.”
He said, gesturing at me.
“Says who?” I edged.
“Says me,” he responded.
“But you're not the boss,” I said, folding my arms.
“Nope. But I'm the unlucky person who has to deal with you.”
“I’m very deal-able,” I said.
“That's not a word,” he murmured.
“It is now.”
“Just do you. I'm leaving.”
“See you get me.” I smiled, jumping down from the counter.
“I don't, and I don't want to,” he said, his tone firm.
“Liar,” I smirked.
“What exactly do you think I'm lying about?” he asked.
I stared at him, knowing I had struck a nerve.
I didn't say any, I walked past him, making sure our shoulders brushed.
“Answer the damn question,” he yelled, his voice echoing through the mansion.
I halted, turning back to watch him.
“I see you always,” I said, walking back to my room.
He moved with so much speed, and in one love he gripped my neck, pinning me to the wall.
“Explain that.”
“I see you when you think I don't. I notice your jaw twitching each time I tease you, I see you staring when you think I'm not looking. You're quite a predictable man.” I purred.
He released my neck slowly, stepping back.
I'm sure that would be a bruise. It would have been better if it were a hickey.
“It's irritating to watch you that's why. Don't read meaning into anything,” he said.
“You go out of your way to not touch me,” I grunted.
“It's called professionalism.” he hissed.
“You're very bad at lying,” I said.
He stepped forward, invading my space. “And you're very good at imagining things.”
“You're going to get into trouble if you don't act right,” he warned.
“I do like trouble.” I smiled.
“What exactly do you want from me?” he asked, his brows raised in confusion.
“I want you to f**k me,” I whispered.
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