Chapter3
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Lebron's POV
A dull knock sounded behind the double steel door which granted entry to my room. "Come in, Jones," I ordered in a loud tone. My baritone voice filled the room and bounced off the walls of the room.
Jones tugged the door open but it made no creaky sound. Jones was a tall lanky middle-aged man with a patch of brown hair, with slant eyes that made him look vicious, but his appearance lost its effect on Ava as the smell from the food cart he pushed towards her caused her mouth to pool with drool.
The smell of seafood which filled the room, created a soothing atmosphere. Ava had a longing in her eyes. She almost reached out with her hand to pull the food cart faster to herself.
I couldn't help but notice how Ava was squirming around inside the bed and I found it quite cute. I could hardly believe the same woman who had earlier acted extremely guarded and vicious could have such a childish demeanor.
All of her guards seemed to be down now.
This was bad for me, I couldn't afford to fall for this stranger whose origin was unknown. I clutched my chest, in a bid to steady the racy beating of my heart. What the f**k was wrong with me?
I wasn't a teenage boy who just had his first kiss. I am for Hades sake 200 years old but I had no control of my heart.
While I was struggling to get out of the whirlpool of emotions I suddenly found myself in, the food tray arrived.
Jones was very skilled with plating a meal. The order he laid us out made it all the more appetizing Ava looked eager to dig in and that she did.
"I was so hungry," She said with a mouthful and then proceeded to swallow with a loud gulp.
Jones stared listlessly at Ava who seemed oblivious to his presence as she wolfed down his delicacy as if she were so exotic beast that needed studying. Unbest known to him, a faint smile emerged on his face, a sight rarely seen even by me. Such was the character of Ava, spreading charms wherever she went.
"It's okay, Ma'am. There is more where that came from. So, please, take your time and gently savor your meal. I'd feel horrible if my delicacy made you choke." Jones retorted in a strict yet servile tone.
He looked at me "Should I bring you your special?" He asked.
He was referring to blood but I knew better than to drink in from of her.
"Later not now"
"Well then, I'd hang about, ready to survey in a moment's notice if you need me." Jones bowed and quietly made his exit from the room.
. All this I said while my gaze was fixed on Ava who was still having her way with the full-course meal made of seafood. Her vein popped forth with each bite I could feel the thrumming of her blood.
"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of me, snapping me out of the daze I found myself in.
Ava finally cleaned off the last of the desert which was made of shaved ice, chocolate cream, almonds, and granules. It seemed to be her first time eating such a snack but I tell she loved how it tasted.
I would give anything to look into her head right now.
She cleared her throat and exhaled lightly as if trying to push down the excess food that was threatening to rip open her stomach. She had grown a slight bump, which reminded me of my mate's pregnancy which she lost when she was killed in her past life.
"I am glad you enjoyed your meal even more than I anticipated," I said, trying hard not to express a smile.
"All thanks to you and Jones, I'll live another day. Many thanks. But could I bother you for yet another favor? I am getting quite uncomfortable in this dress and would love to freshen up and change into something more relaxing." Ava requested with pulpy eyes as if she feared getting denied of her request.
"Jones would show you to the guest room. There should be clothes in the wardrobe that would suffice for a change."
"Thanks, pretty boy. I'll see you later." Ava tried getting up but found that she needed help doing so. I noticed her dilemma and offered her my hand. This time, I didn't get slapped. Ava altogether fell into my arms. I got flustered and I felt my face flushing into a red tinge. Goodness!
"Carry me, please. I overate, plus my leg still hurts." She shamelessly requested.
"Right." I scowled, looking at her bossing me around but I felt like I would work the end of the Earth with her if she just asked. I picked her up and carried her effortlessly as if all that food didn't add a single cubit to her. Her face dug into my broad chest. She seemed to dig into me even more and the feel of her skin on me felt a little too good.
We both silently made our way through the hallway until we reached the guest room, with her still in my arms.
I finally broke the ice by dropping her gently by the door of the bathroom and urged her to go in.
Afterward, I zipped through the hallway at breakneck speed and finally came to a halt inside the library.
I huffed heavily and tried to steady my breathing but it wasn't working. My heart was racing faster than ever. The scene of her abruptly falling into my arms kept replaying in his mind. The urge to feed from her was strong.
I wondered what her game plan was. Her sudden change of attitude threw me off my rhythm. I had never been in such a complicated situation so it was harder for me to make sense of it.
Whatever it was, I didn't mind being around her. She was not only pretty but cute as a little mouse. I suddenly felt the urge to give her whatever she wanted.
It was an odd feeling I was developing for this woman and some reason, I didn't want to stop it.
I let out a sigh and exited the room, I had feed to repress this hunger.
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