Her Burning Lover

THE JEALOUSY

After giving the clothes, Raymond came out of the room and headed to the dining room. Susan also went to the dining hall to have lunch. They sat opposite each other on the dining table, which is 18 sited. Susan was amazed to see the dining hall and the decoration. There are many antique pieces decorated in the room.

Raymond’s POV

I was sitting in the dining room when I saw Susan coming wearing my T-shirt and trousers. She was looking hell sexy. I can feel myself becoming hard, and my body temperature increasing. The t-shirt is oversized to her, so her hands are covered in the sleeves. The shirt is ending in the mid of her thighs. The trousers are covering even her feet. She has left the upper button of tees, which is revealing her collar bones. Her hairs are left loose and are falling in her back.

She has no makeup on, but still, I can feel her aura. Her lips are pink, soft, and a little bit of natural color lip gloss is applied. She can give a lonely man a heart attack. I felt an urge to kiss her as much as I looked at her.

Suddenly she was about to talk about something, and our eyes meet, and she blushed. Then only I realized that I am staring at her with a smile on my face without even knowing. Suddenly her stomach rumbled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Susan’s POV

“Why the dining table is so long? There are no other people who will use it?” I asked, looking everywhere. “These are antiques. So beautiful they are.” I was mumbling in amazement, and my eyes are not enough to capture all the beauty at a time. I was deeply immersed in the beauty of the room that I was oblivious about Raymond’s look.

Meanwhile, Mr. Johnson came leading many maids and servants who are holding the dishes. They placed the dishes on the table and stood at the side of the table in line. They were wearing the same dresses, which was their uniform, and was standing there bowing their head.

“Shall we start lunch, Mr. Smith and Miss Taylor?” I came back to reality with the voice of Mr. Johnson. “Yes, we….” I was about to say something when I saw Raymond staring at me with a mesmerizing smile on his face. I can feel my cheek blushing. I put my hands on the cheeks and shook my head, completing my sentence under my breath, “can start.”

At that time, my stomach growled loudly, embarrassing me in front of all. I gave an embarrassing look to Raymond. He gave a hearty smile and nodded to Mr. Johnson to start.

We were served all kinds of foods. “Miss, I didn’t know your preferences, so I made every type of food. Please say what you want.” Mr. Johnson came to me while the maids are busy giving us the starters.

“I like everything. Anything is fine for me except mushroom. I am allergic to it,” I told Mr. Johnson and then realized why I am telling him. As if I am going to stay here forever. But I feel like home here. I don’t feel like I am a guest here.

We were eating while something struck my mind. “Mr. Raymond, can you please fill me with whatever happened yesterday?” Raymond chocked with his food with my sudden inquiry.

He drank water and looked at me. “I don’t know, Miss Susan. Maybe it was due to the accident that happened in the shooting. Maybe you were weak, and you exhausted yourself. The doctor told you should keep yourself warm and should drink water as much as you can.” He told me as much as he knew.

“Why were you here, Miss Susan?” He asked me after his explanation. I wanted to tell him the truth about my visit, but then I felt a sharp pain in my head when I tried to remember what had happened, as if my head is giving me signals telling ‘Stop, you can’t go further.’ My spoon fell from my hand, and I held my head, trying to stop the shock waves.

“Are you ok?” Raymond rushed to me. But to my surprise, when he touched me, the waves stopped. I looked at him in shock, I tried to tell him but, “I am ok, just a bit headache.” That much I can say.

He sighed and returned to his place when a servant came to Mr. Johnson running. He whispered something in his ears and stood beside him. “Master, Mr. Stone is here.” Raymond nodded to Mr. Johnson and stood up to meet him. “Come to the living room after you finish your food.” Then he left.

Raymond’s POV

I didn’t want to lie to her, but she is not ready to absorb so much information. She needs time. Thinking all this, I went to meet Nick. He was sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and holding a glass of wine.

“Hey, bro. How are you? Can I feel you are alright this time? And what about all these dresses?” He asked questions continuously. I looked at the dresses hanging on a moving frame and sat on another sofa. “I have a guest with me, and she needs some clothes.” He didn’t need to tell him all the details.

“Oh, so you are dating now? The great Raymond Smith is interested in a girl? Must she be special? Can I meet her?” Nick was so much excited about all these. But I don’t like more of his involvement. “She is having her lunch. Wait, she will come.” Nick was giggling like an eight months old.

I don’t know how he handles such a vast empire. He is like a small child.

We both are sipping out wine when Susan came. “Here she comes.” I stood up, announcing. Nick looked towards Susan and was stunned. “She is beautiful.” He murmured under his breath, but I heard it. “Shut our mouth up,” I told him, giving deathly stares.

He knew I am pissed up, so he went to tease me more. He went to Susan, Held her hand, and kissed it, “Hello, miss. I am Nick stone, Raymond’s best friend.” She hesitated for a while and then replied with a heart touching smile. “Hi, I am Susan Taylor, and I am an assistant writer as well as a playback singer in Williams’s entertainment.”

“Oh, so we have an artist here. We will share a great bonding as artists.” He gave a teasing smile looking at me. “Ya sure, my father is also a designer. He designs bridal dresses and a great fan of yours.” She told him which even surprised me because I didn’t know this part of her story. Why is she telling her everything? She should say to me first. Then I realized, I never tried to know about her life. I felt ashamed.

“Let’s see which dress has the luck to be with you,” Nick told Susan, taking her to the closet. Now, this is pissing me up. I should be the one to take her to the dresses and ask her to choose. Why is he here?

As soon as Susan went in to change and check, I took Nick to the sofa and told him to sit quietly and not to get involved with Susan. He knew I am jealous, so he kept on laughing, without saying anything else.